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Send the pain Below
John felt so cold, he couldn't remember anything except his dad coming into his room after that everything was a blur. He tried to sit up but gasped as he felt the pain in his ribs.
Looking around he saw that he was in the basement in a corner. He could smell the metallic sent of blood and found that he was soaked in it.
Ignoring the pain this time, John stood up and slowly and painfully made his way over to the steps that led to the upper part of the broken down house.
Putting a hand on the concrete wall for support he tried hard not to throw up and collapse back onto the cold hard floor. Gritting his teeth John made his way up the unstable wooden steps.
He smirked as he turned the handle on the door and opened it. But his wry smile faded as he saw his father standing in front of him. John's eyes widened in panic as his father put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him down the twelve steps back into the basement.
Pushing himself up on his hands and knees, John coughed out some blood that had come up.
"Filthy piecea shit, you think you can get outta here that easy" Mr. Bender said in a fury.
Grabbing John's hair he pulled his son up and proceeded to punch him in the stomach.
"Whas this" Mr. Bender asked as he saw a sparkle from Claire's earring.
"You bastard, did you steal this, what'd I tell you bout stealin boy"
"I didn't steal it, it was given to me" John said through gritted teeth.
"Don't you lie ta me boy" Mr. Bender said as he smacked John.
"Gimme that earring"
"No get the hell away from me" John yelled as he tried to get away from his drunken father, but he was to weak to get away from the lose of blood, and Mr. Bender ripped it out of John's ear with one pull.
John yelled out in anguish as he clutched his ear with his hands. Mr. Bender laughed as he saw his son crumple to the floor in pain. Bending down John's father ripped what was left of John's shirt off and opened his switchblade.
After hours of torturing his son, Mr. Bender got tired and made his way up the unstable steps to his bedroom.
John had curled himself up into a ball to protect his ribs from his father's harsh kicks. He gently touched his ear and winced, "Claire" he whispered hoarsely.
He moaned as he turned onto his stomach and slowly got up from the bloody concrete floor. Again he climbed the stairs to the upper house and sighed in relief as he heard his dad's snoring from the other room. He quickly changed his clothes and washed most of the blood out of his hair.
As he went through the living room he saw his mother passed out on the floor. She was covered in bruises and moaned as John carefully stepped over her.
It was early Tuesday morning; the sun had just started to come up lighting the landscape enough to where John could see where he was going.
"Dammit I don't have anywhere to go" he mumbled weakly.