(AN: This chapter contains abuse!!️️️️️ Warning signs will be given. Please make sure you are of the right age and are comfortable reading it or else skip it.)
FOUR POV
Chapter song :Burning In The Skies by Linkin Park
"You are late" I hear him. That monster.
"Sorry sir, I... The roads were jammed. There was a minor accident on the way", I close my eyes tight waiting for the first blow.
"What are you doing there son. Come sit. Have a drink with me." he says.
What the actual fuck!!!!
Is he out of his mind. MARCUS EATON is calling me and offering me a drink while I have come in late to meet him.
I apprehensively approach him. Cautious and careful. Like a prey approaching a predator out of compulsion.
He slides me a whiskey while he sips his own.
"I thought... We hadn't had a father to son talk in a long time Tobias."
I want to scoff. Have we ever. Is he even my father. Bastard. I decide that it would be wise for me to keep my mouth shut.
"So how are you, son?" He begins.
"Ummm ... I am fine, sir."
"Listen Tobias, I am not here to teach you here today. I am here to talk. You can talk to me...", silence, "about anything."
"Yes sir", I say, keeping my voice down.
How in the hell am I supposed to trust him.
Marcus sighs, "You remember, the day...when we lost your mother?"
I pull my attention to my fingers interlacing in my lap. What in the world is he trying to do?
"Do you, or do you not?", there it is, harsh again. His voice sends shivers through my spine, chilling me to the core.
"Yes sir, I do.", my voice is barely a whisper. Something trembled within me.
"What did you see that day?" Marcus' voice rattles me. Screams echo in my mind, a pressure settles on my chest. I see him shift, his hands going to his belt. Memories flood in. Like a storm.
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(Mature content ahead: ABUSE)
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Screams...a lady screaming. Young. In pleasure. Telling someone to be harsh, harder. I don't know why. I see a closed door and loud banging on the door. My daddy's bedroom. The screams stop and a lady walks out. She is young, younger than my mom. A robe around her body. My mom's. Everything is blurry. Her face is bright, makeup, my mom told me.
Where is she.
The lady walks out of the main door, clothes in her hand. I keep hiding. In the corner. Inside. It's safe.
I wake up, my vision a bit blurry from sleep, I hear her. My Angel.
"Who the hell was she Marcus?"
"Why do you even care, you whore? You have a child at home and you come home that late. No dinner for me. Nothing."
"Who the fuck are you having an affair with?"
"You know what, I will let you know...You fucking bitch. She is so much better than you at her job. She is my colleague. You are a Psychopath, a whore, a slutty excuse of a mother."
"How long ?" she sighs.
"Let me show you how long."
I hear screams...again. But not of happiness or pleasure. They were painful. Like someone burns your soul. I hear my mother. I pluck all the courage and step out of the closet. The door is closed. Tears stream down my face. No. I cant let him. I bang on the door. More screams.
"Tell your fucking worthless piece of shit to go away." I hear him.
"Marcus don't you dare project your anger at him." , she is fierce. Fearless. For me.
I hear her cry, cry to me. " Mom", "Mommy."
"Honey, go sleep. Please. I love you so much. Please baby. For momma. I will meet you tomorrow. I love you Tobias, baby", her voice cracking.
My fists hurt, but I bang again. For her.I had to go.
Bye Momma.
Bye.
I remember that day. Memories comes in pieces. This was just the first time, from where it had become extreme. At least not in front of my own eyes. Because he had saved that for later.
I hear the plate crash to the floor.
"Piece of shit, is that why I spend so much on you."
"Marcus not him!" she stands there, her head bowed down. Looking at her knees. Submission. Because of me.
"You better straighten up your son a little bit. Or I will have to do it." Marcus.
I hide behind the kitchen cabin and hear the lashes of the belt.
Skin and belt clashing. Tearing into my mothers skin. Her whimpers and her cries echo in my mind fresh and clear. "Marcus ple- eas- ee" her voice cracks. "It hurts. Please "
All I can hear is more lashes. and the belt appears my way beside me. He throws it, What if I can't see him or her and can only hear him, he makes sure that I see that...thing. Blood covered. The edges sharp and strong. Like a blade.
Silent tears go down my face and I can't do anything but close my eyes.
And then I hear him. "Let our son take lessons from this.What happens when you disobey."
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(Mature content ends)
I gasp out of the thoughts. A tear slips out of my eye.
it was not the day my mother left. There was more to it. Much more. But I can't. Not now.
"I dont clearly remember sir" I say.
Lies. I have to lie. Because if I don't , it will all come back. Like a storm. I can hear her screams, and i stand helpless. Like always.
"Okay, I want you to forget about that day. She was a whore, a fucking selfish bitch. She couldn't fulfill her responsibilities as a woman and as a Wife.", I hear him say.
Fucking bastard. I am going to kill this pig.
"I am going to tell you my story son.", My head snaps to him. "My father was...hard on me. Just like I am on you. And my mother was a fucking psychopath. Call girl. Different man every night. My father raised on my own and even though he was hard on me.Teaching me my lessons, he taught me well. Just like I am teaching you."
"Why are you telling me this" I whisper.
"This made a man. A man that I am today. A strong one, he taught me that. Women are weaklings. They have to be tamed. You know, like training a lion. You should know how to make that lion into a cat, rendering to your wishes. They may be teaching you in book and fucking school about all the empowerment crap. I am telling you its shit Tobias. You can not succeed if don't control them. Just like I did to your mother. For that you need to be trained and I have been doing my job really well. IT is all you Tobias. You are just like your mother, a worthless piece of shit. Nothing can be expected out of you. But I want you to succeed son. You have to listen to me."
"I became my father against my wishes.I had to use it on you. Because it is the only way you can teach a child and you worthless kid, will become me. There is no escape."
An anger rises in me. A bubble of heat. This son of a bitch. What does he think he is. Fuck you Marcus.
"You didn't deserve my mother an you're a fucking bastard." I seethed through my teeth.
I look at his eyes. Dangerous. Warring. Anger reaching to heaven and back. Black like hollow pits.
"What did you just say."
"I said you're a fucking big fat bastard." I scream at the top of my lungs.
Marcus is menacingly calm. Quiet.
" Shirt off"
Something settles in me. My ears and my face burns. All my anger draining out of me. My whole being replaced by the 5 year old kid. At the mercy of his father.
"I want your shirt off you Little piece of shit."
My hands go to my face but he is faster. He gets me. Like it has been all these years. I feel my cheek burning. Fear settles within me. Something bad. My breath starts to pace. Taking away my senses. I am that 5 year old boy who did nothing for his mother while my supposed 'father' took her away ...from me.
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(Mature content ahead: ABUSE)
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My legs buckle as I fall off the chair to my knees. My head down. Before I can reach my hands to pull off my shirt the buckle is heard. I close my eyes to pull it off all at once but I feel feet on my back. My old scars opening up. My already bleeding back bleed further. And I prepare my self for the first one.
My skin pricks.Like someone has put in an entire needle, then comes a slash. Knives dig into my back. Leather against skin. The same sound that i had heard hiding behind the counter. The difference was that it was not my mother anymore. It was me. and There was no helpless child this time. It was just ...me. A helpless child in the body of an 18 year old.
The lashes keep coming and then I hear him speak. "You better start respecting me you son of a Bitch. You know..." , his voice is raspy, deep and utterly dangerous. sending shivers down my spine. " You have nothing...I said nothing, if you go to the fucking police, they will never believe you. You will have no money, no house. You better pay back all the money that I have spent on you." .
He never stops. The belt comes on me again.
Ten. I believed he would stop there.
Fifteen. He gets my ribcage.
Twenty three, My lower back.
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(Mature content ends)
" You are never going to escape me Tobias...Never..."
My eyes become blurry, my mind incoherent to make up thoughts. I see a smug smile. His smile.
Darkness envelopes me.
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(AN: Phew that was intense to write!)