Saving The Lost
Summary: He was lost, trapped in a world he didn't understand and forced to live with a monster he feared. Now all he had to do was wait for someone to find him, to rescue him from hell.
Notes: This story was a Charmed fic that I was working on but I have decided to turned it into a One Tree Hill story. But don't worry, both will be finished.
Warning: This story has sensitive themes such as alcoholism and child abuse. Reader's discretion is advised!
Teaser: Rescue Me
He could hear her coming. The unmistakable sound of the floor boards creaking and the unsteady pounding of her high heeled shoes against the hard wood floors warned him of the approaching danger.
There was now where to run, no where to hide. All he could do was sit and wait for her to find him.
He suddenly felt his bottom lip start to quiver at the mere thought of being alone at this time of night with her. For when no one was around the woman would commit the most heinous acts of violence against her young child and would torture him for reasons he didn't know or understand. All he knew was that his mother hated him and cursed his very existence and now she was coming for him yet again, to cause him more pain and despair.
It amazed him how she would always find new ways to hurt him. A new way to put buries on his body that she would tell him to remain quiet about before dishing out threats about would occur if he were to speak a word of the abuse. Every night after the attacks the boy would close his eyes tight and prayed to whoever was listening to spare him from this and to make his mother love him like some of the other moms that came to visit his school. As did so, he always held onto a worn picture of the only person that could save him, the only person that was capable of making this better, his father.
Looking down at the picture in his hands the boy traced a finger over the glossy image as he had done many times before hoping that if he wished hard enough his father would magically appear and save him from the monster that his mother had become.
A sudden stillness made the boy's skin crawl, knowing that she was standing right outside his bedroom door, lurking and waiting for the perfect opportunity to inflect more pain upon him. Knowing this the child did the only thing that came to mind he hide the picture of his father underneath his pillow and quickly rose from his bed and walked ever so quietly over to his bedroom closet and opened the door. He then eased himself inside, inching further and further into it's darkness, hiding himself from the imminent threat as well as he could.
Tears ran down his reddened cheeks as the door to his bedroom sung open with an extreme amount of force, sending something crashing down to the floor in its wake. At the exact moment a loud crack of thunder rattled the ground beneath him. The small child trembled as he closed his eyes and held his breath, hoping and praying that she wouldn't be able to find him.
"I know you're here you little bastard!" the woman called out to him in a voice he had come to fear.
It was one full of bitterness and anger, the only emotions she was capable of showing when she had had one drink too many.
At the sound of her tone the boy instantly began to sob heavier but still managed to remain silent. He knew the longer he stayed hidden the worse her mood grew to be and with it would come sever stinging blows that would take days for his body to recover from, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he didn't want to feel any more pain and staying out of her reach was the only way to accomplish this, even if it was only going to work for a little while.
Suddenly the sound of water running filled his ears. He wondered just what was going on and what his mother was doing in his bathroom and what she was planning to do to him next as his eyes remained fixated on the thick piece of wood separating him from the danger on the other side.
Then it happened.
The door was yanked open, causing the child to retreat further into the darkened depths only to be pulled roughly to his feet.
"Mommy, no, please, don't" the boy pleaded with his mother as she started removing his clothing.
"Shut up you little brat!" she yelled as she dragged him into the bathroom where he could now see the bath tub that was filled with scorching hot water.
"I tried to be a good mother to you even after you ruined my relationship with your father and this is how you repay me, by getting in my way and causing me nothing but grief! I swear to God Lucas if I knew that you were going to be this much trouble I would have aborted you!"
"But I haven't done anything" the boy cried in protest "Mommy please stop! You're hurting me"
The small child could literally see the steam rising off of the clear liquid as his breath became lodged in his throat. For a split second he couldn't move or even blink. He couldn't or rather didn't want to believe his eyes or what his mother had intended to do to him.
Was she really going to do this?
Could his mother really be that cruel or unfeeling?
Did hate him so much that she would scold his flesh?
Unfortunately didn't have to wait long for the answer to his questions as he was lifted off of the ground and thrown into the water that burned his flesh the instant it came in contact with it.
The pain was unlike anything he had felt before as he screamed his lungs out and fought to get away from the current hell his mother had placed him in.
"You deserve this! You deserve every bit of pain for what you did! He stopped loving me because of you and now it's your turn to feel what it's like to get burned!" she yelled at him before yanking him from the tub and if it weren't for the fact that he had passed out from the trauma he would have been relieved.
She smiled viciously at the amount of pain that she was able to cause him. With her horrid need for revenge satisfied she quickly the young boy and laid him down in bed as if nothing had happed. Most mothers would at least feel some guilt after hurting their child as much as she just had, but not her. The woman hated this child not only for being born but for pushing the man that she loved out of her life. He was the reason for all of her pain and the reason she didn't have him any more so in her eyes this was divine justice.
He had to pay for making his life a living hell, working in that God awful factory day in and day out like some slave, only to have to spend every penny on him and things he needed. Now it was his turn to suffer for all the pain he brought about just by being born and she would make sure he got exactly what he deserved and then some.
As she left the room the boy slowly opened his eyes and allowed tears to fall down his cheeks as his burning flesh sent sharp pains throughout his body, practically rendering him motionless for fear of aggravating his injuries even more. However he did have enough strength within him to reaching under his pillow and retrieve his most prized possession, the picture of his father.
"I need you to come get me Daddy" the boy whispered to the picture as he cried a little harder "Please come rescue me"
These were the last words he spoke before crying himself unconscious.