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Gerard P.O.V.

Chapter 1: Abuse

"Come back here, you little shit!" My drunk father ran after me as I sprinted towards the front door. Tears were streaming down my face, and my breathing was heavy. If I tried to hide, it would not work because my father would surely find me and put an end to me as he'd always dreamed of doing. "Why are you so scared? Come back and face your fears, Gerard!"

I finally reached the front door and tried to open it, but nothing happened. It was locked. Years ago, my mother had put five locks on the front door because she was always scared that our house would get robbed. And there was always one lock I couldn't reach. Maybe by this time I would be tall enough. I hoped that I was tall enough now. My life depended on it.

The locks on the door were pretty easy to undo, except for one in particular, where you had to hold down a button and slide the knob over. I wasn't strong enough to hold down the button. I tried again, but it didn't work. I could hear my father just around the corner.

The image of his evil smile had always been burnt into my mind. All I could think was, 'well, I've had a nice life so far, haven't I? So what if this is the end.' I turned around and wiped the tears off of my face with my sleeves. I was ready to face my father, even if it meant the end of my life.

He turned the corner and saw me standing by the door. He smiled that same evil smile that I had always remembered, and it didn't scare me as much this time. My father took a swig from the bottle in his hand. He turned around and I closed my eyes, expecting this to be my tragic end. Instead, he started talking to me.

"So, you thought you could run? Don't you know how well that will end for you? I've started thinking of different ways to torture you, boy. Don't think that I will ever stop, because I won't. In fact, my next plan is soon to be put into action."

All of a sudden, the smell of ammonia filled the air. It was a stench that was terrible enough to make you gag. I dared to open my eyes. That was a bad mistake. I saw my father running towards me with a bottle of ammonia, that same evil grin on his face. I tried to run, believe me, I did, but my father was too fast for me. He pinned me down on the floor, forcing me to lie on my back.

He was straddling my body between his legs, and sat down on my legs, his knees practically crushing my hands as he pinned them to the ground. I struggled underneath the weight of my father, but it was no use. I watched in horror as he took the half empty bottle of ammonia in one hand, and forced my mouth open with the other. I thrashed out, trying to loosen his grip on me. He was too strong for me, and I was petrified. I started crying again.

My father's maniacal laugh echoed throughout the house. He poured the smallest amount of ammonia down my throat and I thought I was going to die right then and there. The burning that the ammonia left in my throat made me choke.

I struggled to breathe, the ammonia forming a bubble in my throat. I kept telling myself, 'Try to burp! That's the only thing that will work!' and I eventually did burp, but only then did my father continue pouring the ammonia down my throat. This time he poured more than the first time, and it made me nauseous.

I felt like throwing up all over the place. It burned my throat beyond any measure of pain, and I leaned my head over to the side to throw up. Soon after, my father grabbed my mouth again, forcing it to open just like before. I screamed for help, but no help came. My stomach was in knots, my throat was burning, and I just wanted it to end. My father poured the rest down my throat, and I instantly blacked out.

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