Someone who loves me (Lams)

Burn

My goal for this chapter is to make you cry, so let me know if I succeed. This one's kind of heavy, so read at your own risk.

"I thought you would never leave!"

I hear my father's voice and turn around, surprisingly he is sober. I turn of my phone, digging my nails into my arm as hard as I can.

"What do you want, Henry?"

"Don't I get a turn to play with the birthday boy?"

"Just leave me alone, I'll be gone in a minute. I'll take my stuff, and you'll never have to see me again!"

"You're not going anywhere yet, I have one last game to play with you."

My feet are swept out from under me, and I fall on my butt. I watch my phone skitter across the concrete after it falls from my hand.

I try to scramble away from where Henry stands, but am knocked flat onto my back as his boot presses into my chest. A cloth is shoved roughly into my mouth, and Henry ties it tight around my head.

The weight on my chest eases, and I attempt to scramble back to my feet. My wrist is grabbed from behind, and I soon find my two arms bound together with another piece of cloth. I am pushed forward, unable to catch myself I attempt a weird arch, protecting my face from smashing onto the concrete.

I kick wildly at the man behind me, and am satisfied when my foot hits it's mark, causing a groan from Henry.

My small moment of triumph is short lived, however, as my feet are soon as useless as my arms behind me. My face is smashed into the dirt, and I feel a warm, thick liquid run over my body. I am flipped over onto my back, and wiggle around helplessly, hoping to somehow get free.

It's not until I see Henry pull out a small box that I realize what is about to happen. I panic, more desperate than ever, wriggling around.

"That's right, fag, writhe around like the pathetic worm you are!" It's dark outside, and my sisters have all gone to bed by now. Not that I could yell for them if I wanted.

Henry smiles as he pulls out a match and strikes it against the box.

"Happy birthday John."

He drops the stick, and my world is engulfed in flame. My face has been spared from the oil, and I watch as my body lights on fire. The smell of smoke fills my nose, and I hack away. My screams are drowned out by the cloth inside my mouth, and I try to roll away from the fire, but it clings to my clothing. I feel the strip that binds my hands together loosen, and with a new wave of adrenaline pull free, attempting to push through the pain as I tear off my shirt and fling it away. My entire body is in agony, and I watch Henry head inside with a smile, he's had his show.

Every move is excruciating, the concrete pressing against my burns. I wiggle my pants off, naked is better than burning. With all fabric off but the gag, I lie down next to the rapidly dying fire. I scream and cry, knowing no one will hear me and come investigate.

Over time, I brace myself for another wave of pain and slowly reach for my phone.

I go to contacts, scanning for the person who can help me. I press call, and struggle to remove my gag. It's the only thing other than my hair that hasn't burned, and I watch the last of my outfit puff out as it rings.

"What's wrong, mon ami?" I hear a tired voice ask from the other end.

"Laff, come back to bed." Herc whines in the background.