Broken

Chapter 28

So..it's been a long time since I wrote one of these and I thought why not. This chapter begins with a torture scene but you can skip it if you want. It ends at the ~~~~~

It had been an extremely long and boring Monday and all I wanted to do was sleep but that had also taken hours.

When I finally fell asleep, I woke up but I wasn't in my room. I was in another place. A place that I dreaded immensely.

It was the basement.

Whips and knives and screws were on a table in the far corner of the room that robbed my childhood.

I was in the middle of the room on a raised concrete slab and my hand were bound to my sides.

I looked around frantically waiting for John to just pop out but I couldn't see anything.

Everything was so dark.

Just as I was about to relax, a voice that I knew all to well whispered from behind me, "I hope you're not scared."

It took everything that I had in me not to scream bloody murder and here the giant asshole of the hour had arrived.

Yaay.

He put a black hood over my head  and I had a feeling I knew what was coming so I counted back from ten as I waited for what was the inevitable.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

Water. That's all my brain could register. It filled my nose and mouth, then my lungs before my head was pulled out.

He did that three more times before he got bored and moved onto his next "present" as I struggled to catch my breath although that was easier said than done seeing as the damn hood was practically sticking like second skin.

The bastard that I had the unfortunate of calling my stepfather decided to have mercy on me and remove the damn hood.

I think that's the one of the kindest things that cockroach has ever done.

I felt it before I heard, normally he likes to let you hear what he's going to do to add more fear but I think that he knows this way scares and hurts me more.

The knife sliced through the skin of my thigh so suddenly that I let out a tiny yelp as I struggled out of the ropes before I "accidentally" kicked him and got backhanded.

"That wasn't very nice." He chuckled.

"Fuck you!" I spat angrily back at him.

I should really learn to shut my mouth.

I tried my hardest not to let a single sound out but it was so damn hard not to scream when someone is pretty much curving stupid things on your thigh.

Suddenly the blindfold was gone and I was standing on shaky legs with blood dripping down my leg and onto the concrete floor and he was holding the knife to my throat.

Just as he began to drag the knife across my throat, I shot up in my bed right as a scream tore through my throat.
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I started feeling around my neck for the cut that I knew was there and  prepared to see my hands stained red with my blood but when I pulled them back there was nothing.

I breathed out a sigh of relief when I realised that there was nothing there and I was back in my room instead of the basement with John.

I could still feel the rapid beating of my heart against my ribcage and the sweat that was sliding down my face and the stickiness of my clothes but I didn't care.

I had to remind myself over and over again that I wasn't back there with him. I was so far into my own head that I didn't notice the other people in the room that were all looking at me with different expressions or maybe I did notice them but I chose not to acknowledge there presence.

It was way easier to ignore your problems and live in a fake a reality than face them. It was easier to pretend. Like pretending that I am definitely not scared of being in my room right now or I'm not scared of closing my eyes and falling asleep or pretending not to hear the hushed whispering that's going on between my brothers. See, pretending.

Am I lying to myself? Yes. Am I absolutely scared? Yes. Am I going to pretend that I can't hear my brothers whisperings? Yes. Am I going to pretend that my nightmare was just a nightmare and not a memory from last year of my birthday?100%. And lastly, am I going to pretend to fall asleep to avoid the conversation that is most likely about to occur? Yes, yes, 1000 times yes.

"Tsk, tsk. Get up. You're not getting out of this conversation easily." One of the guys said.

I chose to ignore them in favour of keeping my eyes closed.

"You know that we're going to keep pestering you until you get up." another one said.

"Can't you just let me live in peace?"

"No."

"It was a rhetorical question besides, we can have this conversation when I don't have school in a couple of hours."

It was silent for a few minutes. "Fine but this is not over."

"Suuuree." was the last thing that was said that night or was it morning. Eh, who cares.

One hour later and things were going according to schedule. Training, showering and then dressing up.

Come breakfast, the whole situation wasn't completely ignored which was such a shame.

"We're talking about this on Saturday." Was all that was said band the day went on as usual.

Hey guys. So, I couldn't really think of anything to write and I already have a chapter written up that I am super excited about but I'm not really sure about it.

Birthday chapter soon or not?

Favourite teen drama?

Oh and credit to my amazing friends for the new cover( @ _lushcupid and helping me out?

Hope you have a wonderful day or night wherever you are💜💜💜