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Day 6!
And honestly, I'm sorry.
Remember I gave you a happy child last chapter.
Remember that.
And...
um...
while we're at it...
TW: Child abuse
~TH~
Jack's eyes slowly blinked open. The sun was streaming through the window which was… odd. He typically woke up before the sun. He looked at his phone. 8 a.m.
He had actually slept for a solid seven hours.
He closed his eyes and just listened. There was no sound. No shouts. Nothing but absolute silence. Getting up, he peaked out the door. Everything was in order. Snyder's bedroom door was open and the front door was unlocked. The Spider was gone for at least the morning.
Jack smiled. He changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants that were too thin to offer any real warmth. The paint supply Medda had given him was still sitting in one of his drawers. A blank canvas behind his dresser was the first to come out. He'd gotten two originally and was now glad that he had.
He started painting the canvas. It was practically what he had done before, but more practiced. It also went a lot quicker since he knew what he wanted to do.
He was almost at the place he was before when the front door opened. The painting was the first thing hid away, quickly followed by the paints.
His name was screamed from the other room. Jack noticed immediately that it wasn't a typical "I'm angry in general time to take it out out you" yell, but a "You really did something this time" kind.
Before he could even begin to make his way out, his door was swung open. Snyder was wearing one of his nicer shirts along with black dress pants. He looked furious. Far above what Jack had ever witnessed and he immediately felt fear threatening to overtake him.
"Guess where I've been all morning, boy!" He shouted, causing Jack to flinch back. "I received a call yesterday asking me to meet at the school today. Apparently my foster son has been falling behind in his schoolwork!"
They called.
I was sure he had gotten out of it.
No.
Please no.
"So I get there and the principal informs me that not only do you rarely turn your homework in, but you also sleep during class! You also tend to show 'anti social tendencies and nervousness'! Do you know how suspicious this makes me look!? Do you know what you could have done!?"
Jack didn't know what in him snapped, but he suddenly felt so angry that his fear vanished. "Well, maybe, I wouldn't sleep during class if you didn't have me up all night trying to breathe through whatever injury you decided to leave me with! Maybe I'd get my homework done if my top priority wasn't eating and just surviving 'till the next day! Maybe if you actually treated me like a human being and not some punching bag with a check attached you wouldn't be having this problem!"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted them back. His eyes doubled in size and he took a step back, sucking in a breath.
If Snyder had been angry before, he was downright furious now.
"What did you say to me, boy?!"
"Mr Snyder, please, I'm sorry, I-I didn't, I didn't mean-"
He didn't get to finish as he was roughly grabbed and yanked out the door. Jack watched in what seemed to be slow motion as he was dragged past the closet and into the Spider's room.
Time sped back up as he landed on the floor. Snyder locked the door and turned back to Jack. The boy actually found himself fearing for his life.
"Shirt off now!"
Jack remained frozen on the floor, trying to gulp in as much air as his lungs would allow. He couldn't, he wouldn't…
"Mr Snyder, please," he felt tears threaten as he tried to beg his way out of it.
"Now Kelly before I rip it off myself!"
Shaking so badly that he could barely function, he pulled the shirt off and dropped it on the floor.
"Against the wall."
His heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't breathe.
"Please," he whispered one last time before he was roughly grabbed and shoved against the wall.
Jack inched his hands up until they were slightly higher than his head, laying his open palm flat against the cool wall. He could hear it. Hear the belt being undone and the sound it made as the leather passed through each of the belt loops.
He was trying to breathe. Trying to remember the way that Race's chest had risen and fallen so effortlessly, so smoothly. It wasn't working.
Snyder leaned over so his mouth was next to Jack's ear. The boy squeezed his eyes shut.
"I've put up with you for too long Kelly, I've been going too easy on you. Now you're forcing me to teach your manners the hard way. Maybe if you weren't such an idiot you'd have learned all this by now!"
The first time the belt came down on his back, all he managed was a choked sob. Agony raced up his back and his forehead was pressed firmly against the wall. The second wasn't any easier to take.
This wasn't the first time Jack had gotten the belt, but it had been a long time. After the first three month of his stay he had learned to keep quiet, stay out of the way, and just do what he was told. Snyder had said it was his joy to break him. That it was what he deserved. After all he was a juvenile delinquent and it was his job as a foster parent to straighten him out.
The beatings hadn't stopped, but this, this part had.
On the fifth lash he finally screamed.
Snyder laughed.
It went on for what seemed like forever. It had never lasted this long before. He'd never gotten anything this bad.
He lost count of the lashes somewhere in the twenties. His legs gave out not longer after that and he ended up on his knees.
Snyder didn't even pause.
He felt dizzy. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore. It was just the constant excruciating pain. There came a point where there was no new skin left to hit, so it came down on top of the already brutalized part of his back. He screamed. And cried. And begged. And prayed to whatever Gosh was out there that it would stop. That it would just stop.
The belt came down on his upper arm, where he was shielding his head, and caught part of the back of his neck.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut tighter. The world had began to fade into black. He was sure he wasn't breathing now. Just when he thought he would finally get the blessed relief of unconsciousness, a hand was in his hair, yanking him up.
"Had enough yet, Kelly?"
Jack nodded his head, not finding enough oxygen to answer any other way.
"Don't EVER talk to me like that again, do you understand me? Get your work done and stay awake in class. This is your last warning Kelly. If I get anymore calls, or see you sneaking out anymore windows, or if you even say one thing out of turn, I swear I'll kill you and take away everything your stupid little heart cares about."
The words were heard clearly while the rest of the world seemed to be in a haze. They must have been moving because whenever Jack realized that he was again alone, he was on his bedroom floor.
He took one shuddering, gasping breath before the black finally took over.
~TH~
I'm sorry, but I have been anxiously awaiting the point where I could write this chapter since I started this fic.
I apologize.
But I don't.
Because I love it.
Thoughts?
Let me know in the comments!
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Until next time...
Stay safe and God bless,
Jamie
