Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
I let out a blood-curdling scream as he landed the baseball bat right on my toe and I felt my nail plate along with lunulae break down, shooting the unbearable pain through my feet. I couldn't help myself and started yowling hysterically.
I felt my body spasmed involuntarily, a loud whimper escaped my mouth and my hands tightened around each other.
He was staring at me with a cruel smirk playing on his lips. I was in unbearable and terrible pain. I screamed for Riley, at least she'll tell him to stop and I had enough. I was scared out of my mind.
My hand curled into a tight fist. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't open them.
He picked up a tape and rope from the table. Cutting the bit of tape, he put it across my mouth. My eyes held so much fear in them and tears were rolling down uncontrollably while his eyes held cruelty in them.
After tying my hands, I saw him walk to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a sharp razor. He examined it closely before bringing it to my face.
"Stop!" I screamed and shot up on the bed, breathing heavily.
I felt my skin clammy and I could feel the small sweat of trickles running down my back and my forehead.
I was shaking profusely. The dream was still vivid in my mind and the memory of his unmerciful face beating me to death was a thing, I was unable to forget.
He's a sadist. He has made me so weak and so frightened of everything and everyone.
I became terrified as the dusk came. Doesn't matter how much I forced myself to stay awake because of the horrors I knew sleep would bring, I ended up falling asleep.
I'm coming for you.
A small whimper occasionally left my mouth. I clutched the blanket to myself, hugging it tightly in order to cover my fragile body from getting cold.
Let me control your mind.
Embarrassment filled through me when the thought of just his voice could scare the crap out of me hit me.
You have never taken anyone's help before, so why now you're accepting it?
I have been strong to handle that abuse. I was strong when I got completely traumatized. I have been strong when they do anything to me and I always let them. Not speaking a word or nothing. Just taking all the pain.
