So I've gotten some questions and just in case some other readers are wondering the same: Clark is common last name, so they could have chosen the name Clark the same way Martha did, or they just liked the name. And abused children aren't likely to talk about the abuse or tell anyone about it, and the pair abuse Clark physically and mentally, so he would believe that no one cares about him and such. He may run and tells himself the life he has isn't great as he describes, he does inside believe that at least they put a roof over his head and thinks that they took him in even though they didn't have to.
I've been staying at home during the day while my parents work. I used to go to school, at least last year, but my parents told me that going was a waste of the time. I was stupid and there was no way I would get into college. And even if I did, they weren't going to pay for it. And it's not like I was worth something and I could become something like a big shot doctor or whatever. School was just time consuming with the homework. Why spend my time there when I could stay at home and do more house work?
I didn't argue with them. I would get another and it's not like I was going to miss school. I had no friends and it would save me from the beatings I get there.
And most days I've been doing the house work, making it spotless for when they come home, so I do less once they are home—in a way. But today was different, I just wanted to take a nap, but woke up being dragged down the stairs by my father.
My father was yelling and then he started beating me again. Harder than ever. I guess that fifteen minute nap turned into a couple of hours nap. He kept beating me for several minutes, I felt like screaming but held it in. That would make it worse. I kept myself from crying as it would make it worse for myself.
"Now I want you to go clean the gutters." He said, I looked out the window. It was raining. He wanted me to go on the roof and do that in the pouring rain. I had problems with that even without it raining.
"No—it's raining—and—" He hit me again, hard.
"What did you just say, boy?"
"It's—"
"GO CLEAN!" He said and before I could say anything, he pulled me by the hair and threw me outside. I tried to get back into the house, but he locked the door. "YOU CAN SLEEP OUT THERE TONIGHT!" He yelled and then the patio lights went off.
That's when I started walking.
I knew it was stupid. I had nowhere to go. I had no friends or anyone else. No one cared about me. Why would they? How could anyone care about me?
It didn't matter, I couldn't take another minute in the house.
I kept walking and I didn't stop until it got dark and the rain got harder and harder and I couldn't see anymore as my eyes were blurry with tears and the rain was getting really heavy. My body ached from walking and the beatings. I was cold and wet.
I couldn't go on anymore. I sat on the wet grass and cried into my hands. What did I ever do to deserve this? All I ever do is try so hard and do everything I'm supposed to, but the pain never stops. I just want it to stop.
"Hello?" I faintly hear, but I don't stop crying or move. It was probably nothing, it's not like anyone would help me. "Hello?" I hear again and it's louder this time. I look up and I can't really see as my vision is blurry. "Are you alright?" I hear whoever it was ask—I was never okay. I felt someone grab my arm and I pulled away. "I just want to help you." I could tell it was a woman, I let her help me up and then we walked a little bit and then soon enough I stopped feeling the cold winds and wet rains. I felt a more warm feeling.
"JONATHAN!" I heard the woman call. I didn't really listen to what the voices said to each other, I was cold and wet. I felt the aches of my body and through my head. Everything hurts and it was too much. I then felt something get wrapped around me, I slowly felt it and I knew it was a towel.
I shook even in the towel, but it helped. "Here, you should probably get out of those wet clothes. There's a bathroom there." She said. I shakily stood and then changed into the clothes she gave me. They were a little big, but they were better than my own wet clothes. They were old anyways.
I came out and I then followed her into this room with a bed. Not just an old mattress. A bed. "You can sleep in here tonight." She said and then left. I don't know why she is doing this, but it's nice. And at least I won't have to sleep out in the rain. I turn out the light and get into the bed. It's really dark, but I don't care. I'm too tired and in too much pain to care. I close my eyes and I quickly fell asleep.
So yeah, Martha found him and they let him sleep in the guest room. They're the Kent's, so of course if they saw him like he was, they wouldn't leave him out in the pouring rain. I hope you guys are liking this so far.
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