Chapter 6: Like a Real Man!
The door swung open. Red stood in its way. That look was in his eyes again. That glaring, dark look, which sent shivers down Eric's spine. Eric gulped.
"D.....Dad I did all my chores, I......"
He was violently interrupted as his father backhanded him, and he almost crumpled to the floor. But somehow he managed to stay standing. He pushed the tears back and got ready for what was coming!
"You, think I care. You weak little shit. Maybe if you weren't such a little weakling you'd be able to take this like a real man!"
Red was so close to him; he could feel his hot raspy breath touching his face. His eyes were slightly watering, but he sniffed and choked back the tears. If his father wanted him to take it like a real man, then fine, he would, he'd show his father he was a lot stronger than him! He hid his emotions, and sucked in a breath of air. He stood up straight and looked his father in the eye.
"You think you're all tough now do you?" Red sneered
He chuckled and then knocked Eric to ground. Eric screwed his eyes up for a second and then pulled himself back up. Staring straight back into Red's face again.
Red laughed and kicked him in the legs. Knocking him back to the floor, he began to swing hits at him any chance he got. Eric clamped his eyes shut covering his face with his arms and pulling his knees up to his stomach to protect it. He thought about screaming or asking his father to stop. But he soon brushed that thought out of his head. That would show a sign of weakness, and he couldn't give up!
So he just took it. He laid there, his body tightened; trying to block out the pain that racked his body and he took it. His father slammed his foot into Eric's face and he couldn't help but let out a cry of shock and pain.
He slowly opened his eyes. Red loomed over him. A huge evil smile printed on his face. Eric sighed; he wondered when the beating would end. He thought, maybe just maybe his father would let him be now.
Red still stared down at him like he was waiting for something and Eric knew exactly what he was waiting for. He slowly rose from his place on the floor, which was now smudged with blood. He tried to stand up straight again, but his sore twisted muscles wouldn't let him. He flinched as his father rested a hand on his shoulder.
Again his father laughed.
"Well, at least you're learning" he mocked.
Eric's eyes were now heavy, and he struggled to keep them open, his father could see this and moved closer towards him once more.
"I guess I need to wake you up a bit more" he said giving Eric a cold glare.
Eric breathed heavily.
"Let him stop now, let him stop now" Eric said silently to himself.
But he knew these were just false hopes. His father would never stop; he'd keep on hurting him, no matter how long he took the beatings.
Eric cried out as his father grabbed a handful of his hair and began to drag him out of his room. He slung him down the stairs, and by some miracle he managed not to break a bone!
Once at the bottom of the stairs he was dragged into the living room, where he was left to rest for a moment. Up until now Eric had somehow held the tears at bay, and he was determined to keep it that way.
Red went over to a drawer and when he came back he had something in his hand. As to the darkness of the house and the state of his eyesight at that moment Eric couldn't work out what he was holding. But a sudden fear struck him. At least when Red was hitting him, he knew what was going on, but right now he hadn't got a clue what his father was going to do.
He gulped again. He dare not speak. He could not plead or beg, or show any signs of weakness to Red, this would just provoke him even more.
Red was now towering over him.
"Lie down on you're stomach"
Eric hesitated. "What was his father going to do?"
"Get down now, or I'll make you do push ups for an hour straight you little..." Red trailed off as Eric lay on his stomach staring at the blood stained carpet beneath him. Red pulled Eric's already torn to shred t-shirt up exposing his bloody and bruised flesh.
"You know, you drove me to this, it's you're fault you're mother's in a coma right now..."
"What?" Eric said almost silently.
WHACK!
Red brought a leather belt with its metal head down on the unsuspecting Eric.
An intense pain shot through his body and left him trembling in pain. His back throbbed like hell. Eric couldn't hold the tears back no longer and they crept out from underneath his tightly shut eyelids.
"...That's right, it's your fault..."
CRACK!
"...If you had done you're chores the morning she fell..."
SMACK
"...Then she wouldn't have been doing them and..."
WHACK
"...She would still be here!"
At this last statement he gave Eric a kick to the ribs and left him, throwing the belt to the ground beside him. The pain was unbearable. His back felt like it was on fire. But thankfully soon after his father left he fell into unconsciousness....
Eric stared up at the living room ceiling. He was still lying on the floor from last night. He felt scared, pained and alone and he missed his friends. But he knew he couldn't be their friend anymore. The pressure was too unbearable for him and he didn't think he deserved their company now, not after the way he treated them! He couldn't let them see the state he was in anyway.
His father walked into the room.
"Oh, you're awake, are ya? It's ten in the morning, ya not going to school today, plus looks like it'll take you all day to do your chores!" Red chuckled slightly as he left the room.
Eric felt slightly glad he wasn't allowed to go to school and although he didn't like staying in his house which now resembled a prison to him more than his home, with Red, he'd rather not face school, his friends, teachers, or anybody for that matter! But still there was an eerie air smothering him in that house!
He dragged himself up from where he had been lay all night and pushed himself to go on. When he got to the door he stopped and turned around. He stared back into the room. The screams still echoed through his head. He could almost see himself laying in the middle of the room, his father looming over him presenting him with more and more blows.
He fought back the images his imagination or memory created in front of him and shuffled towards the stairs. He managed to get upstairs and get himself into the bathroom where he examined his face and body in the mirror.
"Oh God" he said to himself sighing.
Blood stained almost every part of his face, which was now many different colours due to many different bruises. His hair stuck up towards the ceiling and his skinny form was starting to look even thinner. He removed his shredded clothes and stared at the red bloody lines, which covered his back!
He suddenly remembered what his father had said.
"Was he right? Was it his fault?"
Eric usually ignored his father's insults or comments, but still he felt a wave of guilt pass over him and he couldn't shake it off. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"NO, No, it can't be my fault, I didn't even know, I didn't even know"
He quieted down at the thought of his father hearing him and stared blankly into the mirror once more. He tried to convince himself that his father was just trying to make excuses for his behaviour. But no matter how hard he tried, the guilt wouldn't budge. The tears wouldn't stop and they soon turned into sobs as Eric turned on the taps to the hot water.
He lay in the shower. Drowning out his sobs with the rushing water. It began to burn his skin, but he didn't budge. He deserved it! He put his own mother in a coma. He deserved what he got...
Well this is chapter 6, hope you like, it and please, please review this chapter, I think it's pretty dramatic and good, although sad!!! Don't worry though; it'll have a happy ending I'm sure, well probably... now go on, go on, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
The door swung open. Red stood in its way. That look was in his eyes again. That glaring, dark look, which sent shivers down Eric's spine. Eric gulped.
"D.....Dad I did all my chores, I......"
He was violently interrupted as his father backhanded him, and he almost crumpled to the floor. But somehow he managed to stay standing. He pushed the tears back and got ready for what was coming!
"You, think I care. You weak little shit. Maybe if you weren't such a little weakling you'd be able to take this like a real man!"
Red was so close to him; he could feel his hot raspy breath touching his face. His eyes were slightly watering, but he sniffed and choked back the tears. If his father wanted him to take it like a real man, then fine, he would, he'd show his father he was a lot stronger than him! He hid his emotions, and sucked in a breath of air. He stood up straight and looked his father in the eye.
"You think you're all tough now do you?" Red sneered
He chuckled and then knocked Eric to ground. Eric screwed his eyes up for a second and then pulled himself back up. Staring straight back into Red's face again.
Red laughed and kicked him in the legs. Knocking him back to the floor, he began to swing hits at him any chance he got. Eric clamped his eyes shut covering his face with his arms and pulling his knees up to his stomach to protect it. He thought about screaming or asking his father to stop. But he soon brushed that thought out of his head. That would show a sign of weakness, and he couldn't give up!
So he just took it. He laid there, his body tightened; trying to block out the pain that racked his body and he took it. His father slammed his foot into Eric's face and he couldn't help but let out a cry of shock and pain.
He slowly opened his eyes. Red loomed over him. A huge evil smile printed on his face. Eric sighed; he wondered when the beating would end. He thought, maybe just maybe his father would let him be now.
Red still stared down at him like he was waiting for something and Eric knew exactly what he was waiting for. He slowly rose from his place on the floor, which was now smudged with blood. He tried to stand up straight again, but his sore twisted muscles wouldn't let him. He flinched as his father rested a hand on his shoulder.
Again his father laughed.
"Well, at least you're learning" he mocked.
Eric's eyes were now heavy, and he struggled to keep them open, his father could see this and moved closer towards him once more.
"I guess I need to wake you up a bit more" he said giving Eric a cold glare.
Eric breathed heavily.
"Let him stop now, let him stop now" Eric said silently to himself.
But he knew these were just false hopes. His father would never stop; he'd keep on hurting him, no matter how long he took the beatings.
Eric cried out as his father grabbed a handful of his hair and began to drag him out of his room. He slung him down the stairs, and by some miracle he managed not to break a bone!
Once at the bottom of the stairs he was dragged into the living room, where he was left to rest for a moment. Up until now Eric had somehow held the tears at bay, and he was determined to keep it that way.
Red went over to a drawer and when he came back he had something in his hand. As to the darkness of the house and the state of his eyesight at that moment Eric couldn't work out what he was holding. But a sudden fear struck him. At least when Red was hitting him, he knew what was going on, but right now he hadn't got a clue what his father was going to do.
He gulped again. He dare not speak. He could not plead or beg, or show any signs of weakness to Red, this would just provoke him even more.
Red was now towering over him.
"Lie down on you're stomach"
Eric hesitated. "What was his father going to do?"
"Get down now, or I'll make you do push ups for an hour straight you little..." Red trailed off as Eric lay on his stomach staring at the blood stained carpet beneath him. Red pulled Eric's already torn to shred t-shirt up exposing his bloody and bruised flesh.
"You know, you drove me to this, it's you're fault you're mother's in a coma right now..."
"What?" Eric said almost silently.
WHACK!
Red brought a leather belt with its metal head down on the unsuspecting Eric.
An intense pain shot through his body and left him trembling in pain. His back throbbed like hell. Eric couldn't hold the tears back no longer and they crept out from underneath his tightly shut eyelids.
"...That's right, it's your fault..."
CRACK!
"...If you had done you're chores the morning she fell..."
SMACK
"...Then she wouldn't have been doing them and..."
WHACK
"...She would still be here!"
At this last statement he gave Eric a kick to the ribs and left him, throwing the belt to the ground beside him. The pain was unbearable. His back felt like it was on fire. But thankfully soon after his father left he fell into unconsciousness....
Eric stared up at the living room ceiling. He was still lying on the floor from last night. He felt scared, pained and alone and he missed his friends. But he knew he couldn't be their friend anymore. The pressure was too unbearable for him and he didn't think he deserved their company now, not after the way he treated them! He couldn't let them see the state he was in anyway.
His father walked into the room.
"Oh, you're awake, are ya? It's ten in the morning, ya not going to school today, plus looks like it'll take you all day to do your chores!" Red chuckled slightly as he left the room.
Eric felt slightly glad he wasn't allowed to go to school and although he didn't like staying in his house which now resembled a prison to him more than his home, with Red, he'd rather not face school, his friends, teachers, or anybody for that matter! But still there was an eerie air smothering him in that house!
He dragged himself up from where he had been lay all night and pushed himself to go on. When he got to the door he stopped and turned around. He stared back into the room. The screams still echoed through his head. He could almost see himself laying in the middle of the room, his father looming over him presenting him with more and more blows.
He fought back the images his imagination or memory created in front of him and shuffled towards the stairs. He managed to get upstairs and get himself into the bathroom where he examined his face and body in the mirror.
"Oh God" he said to himself sighing.
Blood stained almost every part of his face, which was now many different colours due to many different bruises. His hair stuck up towards the ceiling and his skinny form was starting to look even thinner. He removed his shredded clothes and stared at the red bloody lines, which covered his back!
He suddenly remembered what his father had said.
"Was he right? Was it his fault?"
Eric usually ignored his father's insults or comments, but still he felt a wave of guilt pass over him and he couldn't shake it off. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"NO, No, it can't be my fault, I didn't even know, I didn't even know"
He quieted down at the thought of his father hearing him and stared blankly into the mirror once more. He tried to convince himself that his father was just trying to make excuses for his behaviour. But no matter how hard he tried, the guilt wouldn't budge. The tears wouldn't stop and they soon turned into sobs as Eric turned on the taps to the hot water.
He lay in the shower. Drowning out his sobs with the rushing water. It began to burn his skin, but he didn't budge. He deserved it! He put his own mother in a coma. He deserved what he got...
Well this is chapter 6, hope you like, it and please, please review this chapter, I think it's pretty dramatic and good, although sad!!! Don't worry though; it'll have a happy ending I'm sure, well probably... now go on, go on, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!