Aғᴛᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ || Jɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ & Sᴏᴘᴇ

Chapter four

a/n :- violence.
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"Don't come near me"

But the elder wasn't in his right mind that moment. The smell of liquor and smoke clouded around the boy making him cringe. He hated that.

"Please , don't do this again..."

The boy took few more shaky steps backwards until he was leaning against the wall, he trembled when his bare back touched the ice cold wall. The deep cuts caused by the whip were stinging making him wince.

He felt tears blur his vision and then rolling down his cheeks one by one when the elder got close step by step.

"You" he laughed bitterly. "You should give me what I ask".

"No, please. Don't do this."

The boy slipped down against the wall not caring how his cuts spread the pain all over him with the contact and he crouched down hugging his legs dear to his heart and burying his head between his sweaty arms like that would shield him from what was going to happen to him. The boy trembled with each sob he let out.

He just wanted to escape. He wanted to escape from his pathetic life...

The boy held a very pleasant image to the outside world. A guy who others can look up onto. But once he step into his step father's home, he was nothing but a bird whose wings have been cut. He was a slave. A chaotic human-being.

Then the boy suddenly heard the footsteps stop. He dared to hesitantly look up to find the elder standing in front of him with his arms crossed, an evil smirk covering his face.

That pervert was enjoying the boy's pain. How could he?

The boy tensed up as he looked up, his step father was always a demon to his eyes.

"Take off your sweatpants". The elder demanded.

The boy's heart burned at the thought of happening that again, every cell of him cringed at the thought of it. He didn't want to do that. He never wanted to.

"No..." he yelled between his cries, the veins running through his neck bulged out, his cheeks and ears were already red for crying on hours end.

He couldn't believe why he was holding on for all these years. He blamed himself for being such a coward. He hated himself. He was too afraid to stand on his feet.

The elder just laughed as he made his way towards the boy , gripping a handful of hair and pulling him to stand up as the boy trembled under his grip. He was weak indeed.

The boy groaned when he felt like the elder was trying to pull off his hair. His feet were already numb, the pain on his back and the pain he felt on his head, he was helpless , hopeless. His body temperature was already risen and the headache that was making its way up to his head, made it more worse.

He actually lost the count of times he had to stand like that.

"Noo.." the boy sobbed again not caring to wipe off his tears that were wetting his cheeks.

He was always weak when he stood in front of that man.

He didn't want the elder's filthy hands all over him again, he didn't want his alcoholic breath against his skin again , at that point he just wanted to end his life. He hated his life.

"Don't try to fight back, asshole" the elder tightened his grip more making the boy to wine with pain between his shaky sobs. "You're just a dust under my feet, get that fucking thing into you're head."