AN - I apologize, this is yet another short chapter…Hopefully the next will make up for it.
Adam's POV
He advanced towards me. I prepared for the beating of my life. He took the belt from his waist.
Brad walked in. He took one look at me, and his eyes widened larger than I'd ever seen them. He stood for a moment in the doorway, as my father cracked the belt, buckle-end, down on me.
After staring, he tiptoed to the kitchen. I could see him cast an empathetic look from the corner of my unmarred eye.
The belt swished, slashed and sliced against my skin. The look on my father's face was unreal. He was totally numb.
My mother appeared at the door. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. Brad stood next to her. There was nothing they could do now.
I lost track of time as the beating continued. It never once came to my mind that I might cry. Never once.
I felt that I couldn't take any more when he pulled me to my feet. I wobbled, but leaned against the wall for support. My shirt was in tatters, and my body was blood-soaked.
He looked at me; a drowsy nothingness crossed his expression. I could have hoped he would pass out, but hoping is all it would be. My father never passed out, or at least, he never had before.
His hands released the belt, and moved back to his waist. He ran his fingers along the band of his pants, stopping at the front. I heard a zipping, and looked to see my father slip his pants off. He continued by unbuttoning his shirt. He moved towards me. I didn't move.
All I felt was confusion.
His hands outstretched to my jeans, unbuttoning them. My senses screamed at me. I made a gargling noise in my throat, only rewarded with the back of my father's fist.
I didn't know what was happening. I knew this was wrong. What he was doing was wrong. What was he doing? I was beyond comprehension.
By the time my vision cleared, my pants were at my ankles. I wanted to drop dead. My father advanced still closer. My mind swirled and from somewhere deep inside me, I fathered enough energy to push my father back.
He looked at me, shocked. I was frozen where I was. My father embraced me, before I could protest again. He pressed me against the wall, and I was vaguely aware of what was happening. I was beyond caring, but my mind fought my exhaustion. I knocked him back, and he landed on his rear.
I pulled up my pants. He was getting up. I made quick for the door. My mom and Brad disappeared back into the kitchen. Their expressions were of shock, hatred and horror. There were plenty of tearstains to accompany them too.
I ran down the road. My mind was a blur. The only target was "Charlie". I headed for his house.
I was unaware of the blood dripping from me in great amounts.
I was less than a block away from my destination when my power source died. I fell to my knees. Seconds later, my head hit the ground.
Strands of black were weaving through my vision.
I fought to keep my eyes open.
I fought the bliss of darkness.
I fought until I could hold it back no longer.
The dim senses went blank, and the endless night set in.