Scabbed Memories
1. Torture
(Ryou's POV)
Falling to the ground I look dreadfully back up to face the fist that came slamming in my direction. I didn't understand why I was getting beat but it was a usual activity during the evening.
"Get up!" the attacker shouts.
I clench the carpet between my fingers and refuse to respond. Not knowing what my punishment would be I brace myself for an impact. A hard kick to the ribs breaks the ready brace by throwing me across the floor. I gasp sharply for air while grasping my ribs tightly.
"Heh, maybe next time you'll do as you're told," he growls as he slams the door and storms out of the house like usual.
That's not even half of what goes on in the house. I feel the tears sting my eyes and I'm unable to blink them away. My sobs have been my only silent cry for help ever since the first beating. I crawl onto the bed and collapse into a deep sleep.
This is how it started...
