Hi everyone, sorry it took me so long to update. I was away for two and a half weeks. and actually, Augest 6th, I will be leaving again for another week. ( So don't expect another update for at least 7-10 days. I know there's only seven days in a week, but i need the time to write the next chap to u know. Anyways, let me just warn you guys again. THINGS GET WORST! This is not a happy story. But I do promise a happy ending. ok? Honestly, if you don't like reading stuff like this, then don't! I'm giving you guys fair warning. ABUSE, TORTURE, RAPE, INCEST, DEATHS, AND MORE! this isn't a one shot type of thing. I like my stories to be long, so the torture is gonna be long ok?
NOW I HAVE A CHALLANGE FOR YOU GUYS, Neko, one of my readers asked me a very, very good question! Why is the Story called Ping Pong? Well, there Neko, I'm really glad you asked. It will become clear soon in the next few chapters why I called it Ping Pong. Not in this chap though Sorry. But, I want to hear your guesses ppl. Why do you guys think I called it Ping Pong? If any one of you guess rignt, then I will have the next chap twice as long as this one. (this one is nine and a half pages long.) and I will still have it up in the deadline I promised. I'll give you a hint. Look at the titles of the three chaps of this story. You will notice that there is a connection between the three of them. That connection is the hint to why I called The Story Ping Pong. good luck ;)
Now Enjoy my Story. Well...actually, there's not really anything in it to enjoy...
I didn't leave my room after that. Not once. Let me tell you, I had never felt so neglected. By then it was clear to me that my father didn't like me much. Itachi, well…I don't even know if he ever liked me.
Even the tooth fairy didn't like me anymore. She refused to pick up my two teeth that had fallen out the morning following the evening I had snuck out of my room. She use to leave me twenty bucks under my pillow. I wasn't even receiving a penny. Guess I didn't deserve it…yeah, yeah, I know there isn't really such thing as a tooth fairy, but at that age I believed in it ok?
Anyways…I guessed that around three days had passed. The reason why I was guessing was because I didn't bother looking at the calendar anymore. There was nothing to look forward to. No school, no birthdays, and I were pretty sure that father wouldn't celebrate any other occasion with me.
I lay on my bed, like always. Mostly daydreaming. Not that there was anything else to do. Every now and then, a tear would leak down my face, and I would swipe it away. I was getting really annoyed 'cause my stomach wouldn't stop complaining. Ok, I got it! It was hungry. I understood the first time it grumbled. Now, I just wanted it to stop!
Without warning, my bedroom door slammed open. I jumped, and sat straight up on my bed. My father leaned against the door frame. A chill went down my spine, and I shivered. He cleared his throat, and glare at me with his piercing eyes.
"You may come out now." He said in a very monotone voice.
I looked at him with wide eyes. "Really?" I asked.
He scowled at me. "Do you want to be grounded longer?"
"No." Of course I didn't. I just couldn't believe he was actually letting me out.
"Then don't ask question!" Right… I had forgotten about that rule.
"Sorry father." Oups, I had forgotten about that rule to. He approached me so quickly, I squealed, and slid backwards to the head of my bed.
"Aaahhh! I-I mean sir! I'm sorry sir! Really sorry sir!" I bended my knees to my chest, and crossed my arms over my face in defense. "Sir I'm sorry! I'm sor-"
"Shut up!" He bellowed, towering over me dangerously.
"K…" I whimpered softly. I couldn't even recognize my own voice. Looking back, I was really pathetic. But I was scared. I didn't like pain. I mean who does? I didn't want my father to hurt me again. I got the pain anyway. He slapped me across my middle back. That…really hurt. Even after he hit me, I was still able to feel where his hand came down.
"I said Shut up!"
"Sorry!" Honestly! Why the hell was I apologizing? God, I really was pathetic. I still am actually.
He slapped me again, harder, in the same spot. This one made me loose my balance and I nearly fell off the bed.
"Shut up!" This time I only nodded, biting my lower lip as to not say anything else. Our eyes had connected. Mine I knew were full of tears. His though reminded me of a black hole. I searched them, but couldn't find anything. Was I really in there?
He moved, and I jumped. He seemed amused by how fearful I was. I realized I was shaking, and swallowed, taking a deep breath, hoping to calm myself down. He moved back to the door, and I was sure he was going to slam it shut.
"Follow!" He growled. This caught me by surprise. I didn't ask him anything this time, but did as instructed. He led me down the hallway, down the stairs, and to the front door. I had expected him to go through the front door, which is why it surprised me when he came to a sudden stop. I ended up walking right into him.
He turned, and grabbed me around my throat, lifting me off the floor, so my face reached his. My hands automatically reached to his, trying to loosen his grasp to give me some air, but he squeezed my throat harder.
"Put them down!"
I hesitated, before letting my hands drop helplessly to my sides. My head felt like a balloon, and I was so sure it would explode.
"Gooooooood." I had the feeling he was taunting me, and you know…how much you wanna bet that If he weren't holding my throat so tightly to the point where I couldn't even gasp, I would've been apologizing?
"Now..." He placed his face close to mine, and I could smell the alcohol in his breath. It was horrible! "Itachi is at school, and I'm going to work! When I come back, I want this whole house spotless understand?"
I nodded. It was the only thing I could do, but father wanted more than that.
"Yes sir! Say it!" His grasp slowly began increasing, and I thrashed my legs helplessly. My head was really heavy now, and my mouth opened, but only this weird gurgling sound came out. Every second that went by, I could feel his grasp tightening. I couldn't breathe anymore; I was barely able to think.
"Y-Y-es-ss." It was barely even whisper.
"What?" Boy I really didn't like the tone he used with me. He knew darn perfectly well that I couldn't talk. I still tried again.
"Y-yess si-r…"
"What? Still can't hear you!"
"Yes sir!" I don't know how, but I managed to choke out the words.
He smirked at me, finally Satisfied, he dropped me, and I fell to the floor, gasping for air.
"Remember, spotless!" He said. He turned and left, locking the door behind him.
I stayed sprawled out the floor, still trying to catch my breath. After a while, I think I dozed off. I don't know how long I stayed on the floor sleeping, but when I opened my eyes, the sun was high in the sky. I stood up. Everything for some reason seemed so unreal.
My stomach grumbled, and I knew what it was I wanted. Food! I made my way into the kitchen, and went straight to the cupboard. At that age, I didn't know how to make myself a sandwich or anything, so I took out a box of cookies.
I had only meant to eat three, but…well I was hungry…so I kinda…well…ate the whole box. After I was done the cookies, I picked out all the almonds out of a container of assorted nuts.
My mother had always told me it was important to eat balanced foods, so I went to the fridge and took out some cherries, raspberries, and strawberries. I didn't like blueberries, so I left them alone. I finished everything. I took out the mozzarella cheese and ate that to.
Afterwards I was thirsty. I couldn't reach the cups, so I just drank milk straight out of the carton. It didn't matter anyways, cause I finished the carton also. Now I was full! And happy to be full. Now I know what you're thinking. You're probably thinking to yourself, heh ya, this guys gonna be fucked once his dad comes home and discovers the food's missing. Ya….
Anyways, after that, I looked around the house, and realized I had a problem. I had no clue what so ever what my father meant by "spotless." I didn't see any spots anywhere. I walked into the living room. First thing I noticed was every single picture of me had been taken down. We had this one section in the living room just for our family photos. Guess I wasn't part of the family anymore. I approached the table, and was happy to see that there were still pictures of mother. There was a big one near the edge, in a golden frame with wavy designs over it. I smiled at her picture sadly, as she smiled back at me from the picture, her big almond shaped eyes full of joy.
"I miss you mother," I whispered, and my voice cracked. I knew I was close to tears again.
"What are you doing?" I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, knocking into the table. The table wobbled, and to my horror, the frame that eld dad's picture fell off.
"Nice going, klutz."
"Itachi!" I faced my brother accusingly. "Can't you make some noise or something? Don't just sneak up on me like that, you scared me!" Itachi looked at me blankly. I didn't like it, but that's how my brother was. He never showed any kind expression. He took his time to approach me. I stayed where I was. I wasn't scared of my brother, well at least, at that time; I didn't have anything to be scared of about him. When at last he reached me, he looked me in my eyes, before grabbing me roughly by my ears, and for the second time that day, I was held up. I had to go on my tipsy toes, and even that didn't help much.
"You have ears, so use them! If you're not gonna use them, then you may as well loose them!"
"Ah! Aniki no! I'll use them, I'll use them! Stop pulling, please don't pull!"
"I believe I asked for you to call me something specific."
I froze. Oh ya…
"I-Itachi sama…" I muttered. He released my ear, and I tilted my face downward so that my bangs covered my face. It didn't feel right calling him that, and my stomach churned uncomfortably.
"Hn." I watched as he picked up the frame for the door. "Father's not gonna be pleased."
"Hun?"
"You broke his picture frame."
"I DID?" I stared, shocked, Itachi held up the frame for me to see. The back stand of the frame came off. "Oh no, I am so grounded!"
"That's an understatement."
I glared at him angrily. "It's your fault for scaring me! I shouldn't have to get blamed for everything!" I began to cry. "It was an accident. Everything was an accident! I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it!" I was talking about mom's death when I said that. I buried my face in my hands, and continued to cry. "Everybody hates me!" I screamed.
"I don't hate you."
"Hm?" I hiccoughed, peering over my fingers. "Y-you don't hate me?"
"No. I love you." I lowered me ands without realizing it. My brother's words completely took me by surprise. He loved me? That meant he cared? But if he loved me, why did he get me in trouble the other day? I asked him this.
"You needed to be punished." He replied simply. "You chose to disobey orders, and for that you received the punishment." I nodded my head slowly, compromising what he said. "If you don't like your punishments, I can help, but that also comes wit a price."
"How?" I asked right away. "How will you help me?"
"I can cut them short."
"Cut them short?"
"You will still be punished, but not as much, or as rough."
"What's the price?"
For once, Itachi smiled, and I don't know why, but I felt fear. There was something about the look in his eyes that I didn't like.
"You will see."
"You're not gonna tell me?" Now I felt confused. How was I supposed to pay the price, if I didn't know what it was?
"Don't worry about."
"Ok…" I worried about it. I didn't like having secrets kept from me. "Umm, I-Itachi Sama?"
"Hn?"
"What does it mean for a house to be spotless?"
"To be cleaned."
"Oh…"
"Why?"
"Father said the house had to be spotless before he came home."
"Hn." The two of us looked around. Beer bottles covered the floor; ash from cigarettes lay all over the table, along with dishes, and cups, and there was a lot of dust on the floor, and furniture. This was just the living room.
"Well," Itachi shrugged, and sat down on the large black sofa. "Can't help you there."
"Why not?" I asked, hadn't he just said he was going to help me? Now he's saying he can't? I thought my head was going to burst from confusion.
"Because, father is home, use your ears." I froze. Itachi was right; I could hear someone ranging around in the kitchen. All to soon, our father stepped in the living room. His eyes fell on me right away. I went completely numb. I couldn't remember anything; the only thought that was going through my head was I was going to die. That's it. He was gonna kill me.
"Did you eat?" He asked, his voice so calm, it scared the daylights out of me. All I was able to do was nod. "Did I say you could eat?" I shook my head this time. Oh, so I needed permission to eat? I didn't know that! He looked around, and then focused his gaze back on me. "Nothing is done" Ok, I wished he would get angry with me. His voice was way to calm, the anxiety, it was killing me. I swallowed. "Itachi, leave the room."
"I want to stay." Said Itachi calmly.
"No! Get out now, go to your room now, and do whatever homework you have." Itachi sighed, but did as father instructed. Once he was gone, father began taking off his belt. I didn't know why. When he was done he walk towards me holding it in a loop. My heartbeat grew louder with each step he took towards me. When he reached me, his eyes fell on the broken frame lying on the table.
"You did that?" My eyes burned, and I knew I was close to tears again. I think my father saw that. "Turn!" I looked up at him confused. Turn? Why turn? I didn't want to argue, so I did as he said. Like I said, for what I knew, belts were used to hold up pants. It wasn't till I felt the hard leather whack against my backside that I realized they could be used for a much more painful method.
I screamed, and tumbled forward. The tears I had felt poured from my face, and splashed to the floor. WHACK! Again I screamed, I tried to crawl away from my father, but he placed his heavy foot just below my shoulder blades, and stomped me flat on the ground. I whimpered helplessly, and tried to squirm away, but the ore I moved, the more pressure he forced on my back, and I was so sure my spine would snap.
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I was so numb; I wasn't even feeling the hits anymore. I had a puddle of tears around me, my fingers were aching from digging them into the hard wooden floor, and a felt uncomfortable wet warmth in my lower back where the leather had cut into me, making me bleed. WHACK! This one was harder than the rest, and a cry escaped me lips. This seemed to satisfy him. I felt his foot leave my back, but his hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me up to my feet.
"Let that be a lesson to you!" My father hissed in my ear. "You don't eat, unless I tell you to, and you only eat what I say you can! Second, when I give an order, you follow it! Third, you keep addressing me as sir every time you speak! Fourth, when I ask a question, you answer! I don't want to see any nodding or shaking! And last, how the fuck did that happen?" He moved my head in the direction of the broken frame.
"I-it was an accident…. sir." I quickly added. He released my hair, and I backed away from him immediately.
"Seems there have been a lot of accidents." I didn't reply. "Boy, did you know you were an accident?" I felt my heart get caught in my throat. My father smirked. He began walking around the living room. "I told her when she found out it would be another boy, I said not to have the child. We already had a son to carry on the Uchiha name. We didn't need another one. It would just be a waste of money. Why should I have to split what is rightfully Itachi's? Of course though, she didn't want to get the abortion. She had you, and now look, thanks to you, she went and got blown up. Did you think she loved you? No boy, she only took pity on you! Cause you were nothing more than a mistake!"
"YOU'RE LIEING!" I yelled. "She loved me, she would ne-" I was cut off as my father backhanded me across my face. Again, I fell back to the floor.
"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!" My father yelled. "It's your fault she's dead, you're to blame." He grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and yanked me up again. "You're pathetic. I would never split the family fortune with you! I will never accept you as my son, as far as I know, you are just my servant, and you will do everything I tell you! At least till you're eighteen."
"What happens at eighteen?" I asked, forgetting that I wasn't supposed to ask anything. I braced myself, expecting my father to hit me again, but he didn't. He laughed.
"What happens at eighteen?" He repeated, throwing me against the wall. "You wane know what happens? You die!"
I stared at him, completely immobilized. I die?
He laughed at my expression. "Eighteen is the legal age to move out. You honestly think I'm going to let you go? Oh no boy, the day you turn eighteen is the day I kill you."
I was finding it hard to breath. I couldn't breath, I had to take huge breaths, and I wasn't even sure if my heart was still beating. He's gonna kill me. These words repeated in me like a broken record.
"Unless…" He passed his fingers through his hair. "You prefer to die now?" Before those words could register on the broken record in my head, I found my face inches away from my father's Revolver gun. He pressed the cold metal against my forehead.
"Just tell me boy, do you want to die now?" I shook my head, biting my lip till I tasted my blood. "I didn't hear anything." I heard something click, and I panicked.
"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" I screamed. "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die…" My voice trailed off. I felt the metal pull off my forehead, and I nearly collapsed. I was shaking so badly, you would've thought I was having a seizer or something.
He put away his gun. "You have twelve years left then. If you want to die any time in between then, just let me know. Enjoy your life till then. You're dismissed. Go to your room."
I didn't need to be told twice. I ran out of the living room, falling here and there, cause my legs were so wobbly and shaken up. Again my vision was clouded with tears. I couldn't think right; I didn't know what to think. I mean, a wiser person would've chosen death right? I don't know… but I didn't want to die. Not with a gun to my head. The thought of it, and the fact that it happened, I was frightened! I was going to die anyways, so why prolong it? I didn't know.
I turned the corner to the stairs, and stumbled into Itachi. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, and cried into his shirt.
"What? What did father do to you?" Itachi asked. I opened my mouth, but it only resulted in me screaming into his shirt.
"Easy, easy! Stop it! HEY!" He yanked me away, and held me at an arms distance. "Calm down! What happened?" My eyes only filled with more tears, and I began my episode all over again. Forcing myself to him, I clung around his waist crying.
"BOY!" Again I froze. I lifted my head off of Itachi to see my father standing in the hallway. I tried by best to conceal myself behind Itachi, and tightened my grasp.
"Didn't I order you to go to your room boy?" I didn't answer, I just continued to tighten around Itachi. "I guess I didn't punish you enough!" My father approached us. I squealed, and buried my face in Itachi's shirt again.
"Father, I think you did enough." Said Itachi, looking down at me. "Let me handle it from here, I am the one who stopped him after all." I lifted my head off of Itachi's shirt, and glanced at father with one eye partly open. He shrugged.
"Whatever, I don't have time to take care of the trash right now." He returned to the living room, no doubt to watch more TV.
"Thanks Itachi sama." I said. I was feeling calm now.
"Don't thank me just yet. There's still the price." Said Itachi, wiping the tears off my face with his thumbs.
"Hm?" Itachi smirked. He bent down to my level, and pressed his lips against mine in a kiss. When he pulled away, I only looked at him in confusion.
"What was that?" I asked.
Itachi laughed. "That was only part price. Now go to your room, you won't be paying full price tonight."
I didn't argue, I turned for my room, still feeling completely lost, and clueless. Kissing? That was the price? I didn't see how. Mother gave me kisses all the time. I didn't know that they were considered a price.
Let me remind you, I was only six. I didn't know that having a boy kiss you, especially your brother, was considered very wrong. And from that point, things only got worst.
