I normally do the A/N at the end of the story but because this chapter is exceptionally disturbing to some people I went ahead and did it here to forewarn you. Read at your own risk. Seth has only gotten angrier. Also I hate making short chapters but I don't want to overwhelm anyone so I am going to keep them short and there should be about 4 more after this. Thanks for reading.
"I'm sorry" I said weakly I was and I hoped that he would believe me, but I knew better, he wouldn't.
"You're a fucking liar Dean" he screamed out as I saw him walk off. I heard him open the fridge and I could hear the sound of glass clang together as he reached in and grabbed a beer. As soon as I heard the door to the fridge close I could hear his feet shuffling back towards me as I stayed kneeling down completely still my face just inches away from the carpet. He stopped in front of me standing there a moment as he cleared his throat before a warm wad of his spit landed on my back running down my spine.
"You're worthless" He laughed as he moved away from me sitting on the edge of the bed and popping the top on his bottle of beer. I couldn't see him but I could hear him and he mumbled lowly to himself between sips of beer. "Stand the fuck up you worthless bitch" he ordered as he threw the cap of his beer at me. I cautiously stood up keeping my eyes focused on the floor beneath me. "Tell me what you want Dean." I raised my head slowly forcing myself to look at him but I didn't make eye contact I just stared at his now naked chest.
"I want you Seth, I want you and I want you to be nice to me please I will do anything." My voice was low as I told him what I so desperately wanted but somehow needed all the more. He shook his head as he mumbled to himself more before he raised his voice to speak to me once again.
"You don't deserve that though do you Dean?" He asked and I shook my head in agreement.
"That's right you stupid fuck, you don't deserve my kindness."
He jumped up of the bed charging towards me as his arm rose back as he clenched the neck of the beer bottle tightly before he swung it shattering the glass against the side of my head. I stumbled slightly but tried my hardest to remain still, my head immediately began to throb and I forced myself not to reach up and cover my temple with my hand as I felt the warm blood slowly trickle down the side of my face. "You asked for that" he screamed out as he sent the remaining part of the beer bottle sailing across the room. I jumped slightly as it crashed against the wall. He grabbed me by my shoulder shaking my body as he screamed out again. "You're fucking worthless, worthless Dean." He slapped me once again before he spun me around and threw me up against the dresser, so I was facing it. I got a god look at myself in the mirror, the cut on the side of my head didn't look as if it was too bad, of course it was still bleeding but it just happened. At least it didn't need stitches; I forced myself to look away from my own reflection as I looked into my own eyes. They were red and full of unshed tears that I would continue to hold back as long as possible. I grasped the top of the dresser as I bent over it, he buried his fingers into my hair grabbing a fist full of it and pulling my head back. I could feel his hot breath against the side of my neck as he growled out the next part of his verbal assault on me. "You want to cry don't you pussy?" He laughed. "Go ahead and cry you meaningless little bitch." He released me pushing me up against the dresser before walking away. It only took him a second to return with his belt "You know you're shit right Ambrose?" He asked as I felt the hard leather attack my bottom. I dug my nails into the wood of the furniture in front of me as I shook my head. "Say it" he commanded as the belt thrashed against my bottom once again. "Fucking say it bitch" The belt met my flesh again and I meet my own eyes in the mirror as I choked out the words he wanted to hear.
"I'm not shit" I let out a breath as the unforgiving leather cut into my skin once again. "I am fucking worthless." I moaned out as I searched my own eyes in some pathetic attempt to convince myself differently. Even I couldn't see anything that would make me believe otherwise though. I lost count of how many times he whipped me with his belt, it could have been ten it may have been twenty, I didn't know. All I knew was how intense the pain was as in moved across my skin, stinging and making it feel as though someone held fire to my flesh. I wasn't even aware that he had stopped beating me until he laughed once again and I became aware that he was no longer behind me looking in the mirror I could see him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked over at me with something that almost could pass as an angelic smile. He looked happy, I had hopes that his hunger would soon be sated even though I knew I deserved to be hurt even more.
"You know what Ambrose, you're a real piece of work." He said quietly as he reached over to the other side of the bed grabbing his bag. "Everybody thinks you're so special" he said as he dug through his bag "but they are not right." He continued as his voice became more filled with anger. "You're a fucking fraud though do you know that?" he asked as he found what he was looking for and threw the bag to the ground "You're a fraud cause you won't just tell them how fucking pathetic and worthless you really are." Just then I heard the flick of a lighter and a second later I could see the smoke rising into the air. Then I remembered the smell of cigarettes from when I first walked into the room. My eyes went wide as I looked at him he held the cigarette in his hand as he took a deep drag off of it. He got up off the bed and walked closer to me. "You know something Dean, I fucking hate cigarettes, I hate the taste, I hate the smell, I hate the smoke." He stood close to me looking at me in the mirror as he spoke. "Do you know where I got these?"
"No" I answered, honestly not really having a clue. I gasped as I arched by back, throwing my head back as I felt the burning sensation against the top of my thigh and could smell my own flesh burn. He threw the cigarette down on the dresser in front of me. It was smoldering and almost devoid of the red and orange glow. I sucked in a sharp breath through my gritted teeth as he took his hand and smacked me hard against my fresh burn. He held the pack up pushing it into my face before he pulled it back grabbing another butt out before he crumpled it in his fist throwing it at me.
"Where the fuck did I find them bitch." He yelled out before putting the cigarette into his mouth lighting it up and taking a hard drag.
"In my bag." I mumbled out remembering that I had hidden a pack in my gym bag about a week ago, I had only smoked one but I had forgotten about them.
"That's right in your fucking bag you stupid little cunt." He said before leaning forward and blowing smoke out into my face before crushing the burning tobacco into my flesh again. The smoke stung at my eyes. I blinked rapidly sending a few stray tears down my cheek. He laughed as he pulled away walking back over to the bed only to return with the belt once more smacking me hard. "You know I fucking hate it when you smoke." He came back over to my side spitting into my face, "go ahead and cry you little bitch." He yelled out as I felt the leather of his belt cut into my flesh once again.