Punishment: Severe, rough or disastrous treatment.
- Merriam-Webster
Relieved. That is how I felt when I got home to find that he was not home yet. I knew that when he got home, he would be expecting supper on the table. So that is what I did. Made him supper. Just as I set it on the table. He walked in. I stepped back, hung my head low. Breathing as silently as my mother's grave.
He sat at the table. I held my breath as he took a bite of the food. "It's cold." He glared at me.
"I could warm it up?" I whimpered in a whisper.
"No. But you will be punished later." He grinned maliciously.
After he finished dinner, he roughly grabbed my wrist dragging me down to the basement. I hate the basement. He knows it. Last time, I had my first panic attack.
He threw me roughly against the wall and chained my wrists. I couldn't move. I tried my best to keep my breathing steady. It's getting harder and harder. Head down. Footsteps getting softer and softer as my breathing gets louder and louder. Then all I hear is screaming. Realising that it was me. I looked up. He was standing there grinning, holding a knife with blood on it. Then I felt the pain on my thigh. Then again on my abdomen. Fighting to stay conscious. I felt a punch to my already bruised ribs. Then, darkness consumed me.
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Silence
Novela JuvenilA short story I wrote when I was at school. TRIGGER WARNING: There are scenes of abuse and strong language A Short story about a girl who is abused and selectively mute. Throughout the beginning of the story the girl remains nameless. Sam is a new b...
