Chapter Twenty: Short and Disturbing

WARNING: Brian bashing occurs along with some other stuff. This one kinda freaked me out.

Brian opened his eyes and looked around his unfamiliar surroundings. What had happened? Where was Daddy? Tears filled his eyes and his face dropped as he remembered what had happened, and who he was living with. He let the tears fall for a few minutes before forcing himself to stop deciding he should go downstairs and offer to help with breakfast. He remembered Daddy saying that he always made breakfast, but he didn't know if they would force him to or not.

He went to the bathroom first, making sure you couldn't tell that he had been crying before going downstairs and entering the kitchen.

"Good you're up, brat. I was about to come and wake you up. Don't just stand there ogling at me, sit down and eat! You better be grateful that I didn't make you cook it this morning, but don't worry. There are plenty of other chores you can do."

Brian shrank back against his chair at the threat and the glint in his eyes. "I was the one who wanted to take in a foster child not Petunia. She was accepting of my decision, but it wasn't her idea." Brian waited for him to make his point. "While you are here you will obey my rules no matter what they are. If I tell you to go get a knife and cut yourself you will, understand?" Brian nodded numbly, unable to think of anything else to do. "One way I like to let out all my frustrations is to hit something solid. Pillows and all those other things don't work. The only thing that works for me is to hit a person, especially children. I used to on my nephew, but he's not here now. So what's the perfect solution?" He leaned across the table. "Do you know what it is?"

Brian nodded and swallowed. "Take in a foster child." Vernon smiled at him, a deranged smile that sent shivers down Brian's spine and knot in his stomach.

"Good boy, that is correct. Now, go upstairs and change. I'll be up in a few minutes." Brian did as he was told seeing no other option. What could he do? Vernon was so much bigger than he was. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he changed. How could he get out of this? There had to be a way. He couldn't be beaten again, he couldn't.

The man was crazy. Any one could see that. His real daddy had been horrible, but this was all new to him. He had never seen such a deranged look on anyone's face, or such delight at getting the chance to hurt another human being.

Brian walked over to the window and looked out. It wasn't high enough to kill him, that he could tell, but he could at least break a bone. Maybe then they people would come back and put him somewhere else. He didn't think there was any higher window to jump out of and Vernon would hear him if he left the room. He reached for the latch; his mind made up, and heard footsteps coming down the hall. He panicked and tried to get the latch open. His fingers fumbled and Vernon walked into the room before he even got it open.

He spun around, tears streaming down his cheeks, to see Vernon close the door with a thick leather belt in his hand.

Vernon smiled at the terrified look on the child's face. Oh yes, this was what he had been wanting. That look of sheer terror on his face. This was what he needed. He smiled wickedly at the child while beginning to speak to him as if he cared about him knowing how much it would scare the child.

"What's wrong, child? Why are you crying so? There's nothing to be afraid of." He laid the belt on the bed while walking closer to the child, forcing himself not to giggle in ecstasy. It had been far to long since he had done this. He scooped the sobbing child up into his arms. He walked back over to the bed and settled Brian onto his lap. "There, there. There's no reason to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. What I'm going to do isn't going to hurt."

Brian sobbed harder knowing what was going to happen, but helpless to stop it. Brian tried to shrink back from him, but Vernon was to huge to do that. Brian forced himself to think of something else and not on what was being done to him, but it didn't work. He couldn't think of anything else, but of what was being done to him again.

He put his face in his hands trying to do anything to block it out, and stop the all consuming fear running through him, He knew if he didn't calm down soon he was going to pass out from all the fear. Maybe it would be better, he thought. I won't be awake to know what he's doing to me.

It didn't come to that as Vernon stopped. "See," he said removing Brian's hands from his face, "that didn't hurt did it?" Brian didn't say anything. True, it hadn't physically hurt, but it was still wrong and he hated it the most. Brian stared at his lap not listening to what Vernon was saying, waiting for it to be over, hoping it would end quickly. He couldn't take this. He would rather be back with his real daddy then where he was now. "Look at me." Brian flinched at his tone.

He had been acting sweet towards him so far, never losing they deranged look in his eyes. Now he was blazing mad with rage seeping off of him. CRACK!

"I said to look at me!" Brian immediately did while holding his now burning cheek, sobbing harder than ever. "When I tell you to do something, I expect to be obeyed." Vernon stood up and dropped Brian to the floor, letting him land in a heap. "Stand up!" he roared at him. Brian instantly obeyed. He blinked to clear his tears in time to see Vernon picking up he belt off the bed and raising it above his head. Brian closed his eyes and braced himself.

Just as he knew it would there was a loud crack and his right arm burned. He forced himself not to cry out just yet. That never led to anything good. It was best to keep quiet and let them do whatever they wanted to.

He was only able to keep this resolve for ten more slaps before beginning to scream as Vernon threw his across the room. Brian landed on his arm with a sickening crunch. Before he had a chance to move Vernon was beside him hitting him on the back with all his might. He abandoned the strap and switched the buckle, cutting though Brian's shirt with the first slap. After five slaps Brian abandoned screaming and simply laid on the floor, sobbing.

"You will obey me," he said returning to his deranged mood with the blink of an eye. He gave a good five more slaps. He bent down to the child and looked him in the eyes. Brian yelped as he saw him and tried to move away despite the pain he was. There's wasn't very much skin left on his back, and what little there was raw red

"Let's go get you in the bath and clean you up. I've got this special soap that will clean those cuts right out. Tsk, tsk. Looks like you're going to need some stitches."

Yes, thought Brian, I'll tell the doctor what happened. Please, please, take me to the doctor.

"It's a good thing I know how to do them."

Author's Note: I'm ending it there because I don't want to know what Vernon does. Okay this really short, but it took me a long to write, and I'm sure you can imagine why. Writing this made MY stomach have a knot in it. Lol. I hadn't planned on writing this, I had 2 pages of it written, before deciding that I wanted to do something different and I'll use it for later. I've got several idea floating around in my head that I'm not sure if I'll use.

Personally, Vernon scares me now. I really didn't intend to do that, and I apologize for freaking anyone out. It freaked me out a little.

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