Chapter 1

Four POV

My heart is racing anxiously while my fingers tap nervously on the wheel. As I near the house that has haunted me for a long time. My heartbeat speeds up even more if possible I can feel it in my throat.

I round the bend and the dreaded house comes into view. It is a simple two-story house with bland grey walls and a brown garage next to it. Seeing it after these years brings back the memories I so desperately tried to forget.

From the outside it looks like any normal house with a happy family but only I know the horror that lurks inside. I want to turn back but it is too late to do now.

I slowly pull up in the driveway and get out. As I stand there in front of the house a chill runs up my spine and I shiver. I doubt it is caused due to the cold air around me.

Making my way towards the back of the car I lift up my bags and slam down the trunk. Then I begin the walk to the front door. It feels as though I'm headed towards my execution.

I put my hand on the brass door knob which feels cool beneath my fingers and trying to quell my anxiety I slip in the key I have and unlock the house.

I slowly enter it, I notice not much has changed but the walls which were once decorated are now bare making the house feel more like a prison. There are no decorations or anything which would make a normal house.

My heart in my throat I move further in closing the door behind me. As I remove my jacket and hang it up in the hallway I hear a rustle on top of the stairs and my heart nearly skips a beat as I turn around and see him standing there.

He looks the same like I remember. The same blue coloured eyes like mine but his face seems to have aged with a few more lines and grey hairs. Probably from sleeping around with women so much I think bitterly to myself.

"Welcome son" His voice booms out in the quiet house and I feel myself cower a bit snapping myself out of it I say,

"Good evening Father" Atleast my voice came out steady. He then slowly starts down the stairs each step agonizingly slow as though he enjoys watching me squirm.

As he nears towards me I see a thing in his hands which instantly transports me back to my childhood.

Then he asks me, "How was your stay at New York, son?"

I reply, my voice shaking a bit, "Good sir."

By then he has reached me, he unfurls the belt completely and my eyes instantly shut, I feel like the helpless seven year old boy again.

Then I hear six words which are burned into my brain

This is for your own good

They play around my mind like a loop and they are the only sounds I can hear until there is suddenly a stinging pain in my left shoulder, then just as quickly in my right and then an even more powerful sting in my stomach.

As I try to comprehend the pain I realize it is quiet again and slowly open my eyes. I can feel the wall behind me. How did I get here? I ask myself.

In front of me Marcus is watching me squirm with apparent enjoyment. Then he abruptly turns around and says over his shoulders, "Go get yourself cleaned up boy."

He disappears into his study then as I slowly pick up my bags and move upstairs feeling ashamed at myself.

He still has the same hold over me, the same power over me in an instant he managed to make me feel like nothing.

I dismiss the thoughts and enter my room. It looks untouched with the same bare walls as the rest of the house and neatly tucked bed.

I see the blue glass sculpture, the only remaining thing from my mom, still on the table I had left it. And for a moment I'm glad but then the pain returns again and I feel myself deflate.

I unpack my toiletries and go in for a shower the hot water soothes me and relieves some of the tension. After an eternity I shut off the shower and head to bed.

As I lie in bed I wonder what I did to deserve such a father. I was used to the pain since my mom had left I had become his new target. First I cried and scream but when I realized that it only fuelled his anger I quickly learnt to endure it.

Slowly I drift off to sleep.

No! No! Not again. I rattle the knob desperate to get out. I can hear my mother screaming, crying and pleading at him to let her go but Marcus is yelling even louder, "Shut up you bitch and get up!"

I start crying trying to muffle it by stuffing my shirt in my mouth but he hears me and suddenly the cupboard door is wrenched open and Marcus drags me out by my hair and then…..

I wake up drenched in cold sweat and shivering. My heart is racing and I can feel my body shaking. I try to calm myself down by repeating It was just a dream in my head.

I hate staying here just one night has brought back all the memories. But I have no other choice except sleeping on the streets or running away but if Marcus managed to find me again. I would find myself in hell.

So I push the thoughts away hoping I can get any job soon so I can move out of this place. I get out of my bed glancing at the clock which reads 7:05

I quickly shower and change making sure to wear clothes that cover the scars. I quietly tiptoe downstairs and breathe a sigh of relief when I don't see Marcus. I grab a muffing on my way out and slip out of the house locking the door behind me.

A/N Well this is my first fanfic here but if you liked it please do tell me so. This is also cross posted on under the same username. Thank you!