Bitter
Chapter three
The Brit tugged at the steel wire that had been threaded unnecessarily though the door to the chicken-wire rabbit cage. His small white and brown fluffy rabbits were lying completely still in the cage, not gathering by the door to be fed or let out in to the yard to eat grass as they normally did. Arthur tugged at the last inch of wire until it snapped free causing him to nearly fall backwards. As soon as the teen had properly righted himself he reached into the cage to grab one of the rabbets.
As soon as his hands touched the small animal Arthur jerked his hand away. The creature was as cold as ice. The tears welled in his jade eyes. As he had feared his beloved pet rabbits were all dead. He pulled the water bottle lose from the side of the cage. Giving the nozzle a sniff he jerked it away immediately, wrinkling his nose in disgust. The bottle had been laced with antifreeze. The tears started to fall from his eyes.
Arthur pulled his favorite of the rabbits from the cage and cradled it in his arms. He began to cry so hard that he could no longer stand. He fell to his knees, curling over still clinging to the rabbit like his life depended on it.
Some part of him felt like his life did depend on those little rabbits. The two oldest of them he had brought with him from Briton. They had been his late father's beloved pets and Arthur had learned to love them as much as his father. The Brit found so many fond memories when he cared for the rabbits. They had given him comfort when he didn't know where else to find it.
"I'm sorry," he choked out between sobs as he stroked the rabbit's soft fur. He had regretted spending the weekend away from home. He didn't blame Gilbert for insisting he stayed. The German had only been trying to help him. He blamed himself for not making sure animals were safe. He hadn't thought Scot was cruel enough to kill the animals.
"I'll warn ya one last time," Came an unsettling voice from behind him, causing the boy to flinch. "Watch who ya talk to." A forceful kick struck Arthur's back knocking him forward; he tumbled over and landed on his back. Scot stood over him his feet on either side of the smaller boy. Arthur watched him through tear blurred eyes, the fear crept over him like icy water.
Scot yanked the rabbit from The Brit's hands and held it up in the air.
"If ya say one word to anybody about are lil inter actions here I'll do them the same as these here rabbits. Ya hear me?" Scot demanded shaking the limp creature in Arthur's face. "Ya hear me?" he demanded again this time throwing the dead animal to the ground beside the teens head. It struck the ground with a sickening crunch. Arthur felt his stomach turn, he felt sick. Never in his life had he wished so badly for this to end, but no mother what he couldn't think of a way out. If he told anyone Scot would hurt them or hurt him. All he could do is pray it would stop once is parents got home.
Authors notes:
I apologize for this, but this story is on hiatus until further notice.
I want to finish this story because I know that there are a lot of people reading it and I'm grateful for every one of you.
I have lost the motivation to write this story. I find it hard to convey the characters emotions and I find that the plot is not eventful enough. I have difficulty relating to Arthur's situation.
And amongst the things you likely view as excuses, I have been going through some hard times recently and my mental health is not were it should be and working on a story with such a dark theme has only assisted in dragging my mood in to the pits of hell.
And with all that, I'm going to go work on something happier alright?
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