The Light at the End of the Tunnel

by XXXCultOfPunkXXX

Katherine is lost, what with her dad being an abusive alcohaulic and her grades plumetting, but Jordan Maron, CaptainSparklez, is her light at the end of the tunnel. What will she do if he is gone, and to what lengths will she go to keep him? Rated T for violence and language. On hiatus until further notice. I'm so sorry guys /3

1. The Whip

I slowly sneaked up the stairs to myroom. If I ever was late from school, my alcoholic dad would kill me. Just as I was about to make it to the top, I heard a roar from downstairs. "KATHERINE," I heard my dad scream, and the tears began welling in the corners of my eyes. "GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT," I heard from all the way upstairs. With a sigh of resignation, I slowly stepped down the stairs and turned into the kitchen to face the wrath of my drunken father.

"What have I told you about coming home late," he screamed, and I immediately broke into hysterics. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I didn't mean to-"I cried but I was cut off by his tight grip on my wrist. "NO, PLEASE NO," I screamed as I tried to break free of his iron grip, but I realized it was no use. I braced myself for the pain as he dragged me to the basement and set me on my knees. Before he tore it off, I removed my coat and waited. And then it came. The pain.

The pain overwhelmed me as I felt the lash crack against my back. With every crack of the whip I heard my father say one word. By the end of the beating he had said "This- is- why- you- don't- disobey- your- father." After what felt like forever, the whip stopped falling, and I heard my father retreat back upstairs to get another beer and secure his place on the couch, (though no one in their right mind would dare sit in his spot). I let the silent tears roll down my face.

After what felt like hours of me lying there, silently crying, wishing I had never been born, my mother came downstairs, dropped a piece of bread, a bottle of water, and the IPhone 3 I had bought with my own money. Without even asking if I was ok, she left me in the basement. I slowly pulled myself up, ate my bread and drank my water, then logged into YouTube. I checked if CaptainSparklez had uploaded any new videos. When I saw the new Modded Survival, I propped myself up on the wall and watched, and even through the pain I couldn't help but smile. He was my light at the end of the tunnel, and I don't know what I would do without him.