With Death Etched In My Heart

Chapter 18: King for a Day

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"Hello, son." A firm, calused hand caressed my shoulder. The blood drained from my face. The nerves in my body began twitching rapidly. He was here. I was afraid to turn aorund and face him. His evil face, everything about him. 

I stayed silent, but he broke the silence. He leaned over and whispere din my ear. "I hope you're ready for what you're going to be getting when we get back to the house. You ungrateful fuck, I hope you're proud of your disgusting self." All the while, his hand enclsoed tighter and tighter aorund my throat, closing off my wind pipe. I began choking and gagging, gasping for air, clawing at his hands to let go. My eyes bulger out slightly from my head, and he relased his iron grip on me.

"Answere me, faggot." He swiped his hand across my cheek, knocking me off the bed and onto the floor. My eyes welded with tears, and I let out a small yelp, as the stinging sensation wavered through my cheek, and around my eye. My hands slipped on the linoleum floor, causing my body to fall flat onto my chest. I groaned quietly. "O-o-okay... sir." I gritted, through my teeth. I looked up at his face.

He was just as disgusting as the day I last saw him nearly three weeks ago. He hadn't even shaved. HIs beard was fowl, tangled, and dirty. His eyes were blood-shot from the excessive amount of alchohol. He had a lopsided, cruel grin plastered onto his hideous face. He looked triumphant. Anger and sandess welded in my chest, and I looked back down. "Good." He smirked.

"Your mother is disappointed in you. You're so selfish, you know that? You're ungrateful, selfish, and disgusting. I'm so ashmed to call you my son. Who could ever love something as pathetic as you? I don't, and neither does your mom. I wish we would have aborted your ass."

HIs words had no effect on me. I had heard this speech so many times. I simply hoisted myself off the ground, stood up, and faced his, with my head bowed. I didn't say anything to him, for anyhting that came out of my mouth, I would be punished immediatley for. 

I jumped out of my skin as the door to the room creaked open, and the doctor walked in. His eyes widened as he took in what he saw. Then, he smiled warmly. "Hello, Mr.Kingston. I'm happy to see you're here. Asher is ready to go, as of now. Please just sign this and we will return him to your custody." He held out his clipboard to my father. He grabbed the pen, and swiftly signed the paper with his sloppy signature.

"Alright, doc.Thanks for everything. I'm sorry about his irresponsibility." He shook the doctor's hand. The doctor's smile faltered briefly, but just as soon as it went away it came back. "Don't mention it, sir. Take care Asher."

We were outside. I looked aorund, hoping to find a way to escape. There wasn't anywhere to go. They would find me no matter what. That's when I felt the cool metal pressed into my back. He growled in my ear, "Say anyhting, try to run, I fucking shoot your ass down." 

I nodded nerovusly at him, panicking inside.

Would he really kill me?

What the hell...?

Of course he would. He hated me with everything he had. I didn't risk it, running away from him. He led me to the car, opening the door, and shoving me in. He got in, and locked the doors. Looking in the mirror at me, and spoke. "I can't wait to kick your nasty little ass." 

I shivered at him. He swerved in and out of traffic. He went on and on about how worthless I was, what a piece of hateful shit I am, and how I didn't belong anywhere. I began spacing off, when the Terrible sound of a semi horn sounded. Before I knew it, Father was swerving every which way, and I saw us come head on with a deep black semi. Our car crashed head on, smashing into the giant thing.

With brute force, my body flew forward, crashing into the front seat. My dad went through the window. The car flipped over and over, my body tumbling everywhere. I saw blurredcolors everywhere, And the last thing I saw before everything went black, was my dad, laying on the sidewalk, bleading out.

It was a while before I woke up. I hadn't realized we had crashed in the country. I gasped. I couldn't breath. My head was on fire, and my lung... My hand moved to my cheast, and I felt the Glass shard protrude from my left lung. The air was leaking from my lung, and I began coughing blood.

I was going to die...