Chapter 1

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Profanity | Torture

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Control that is all I wanted.

That is ALL I want

But instead he has control over my life.

Most of all. He controls what I fear.

The ability to make fear of something. Something that should not even be feared about. He wanted to control me. He did not want me to have my own life. He wanted to write my future.

He wanted it to be what HE wanted.

Not what I wanted. I did not want this. I do not deserve this. I deserve to be free like every other kid. I should be able to play with kids my age. Not be locked up and tortured. Not to be chained against the wall every time I did something that he did not feel like it was correct.

I wanted this to end.

I am going to end it today; whatever it takes.

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Jobien blinked his eyes open. He was chained against the wall in a dark room. Of course, once again as always, he had done something that did not please his caregiver. Or as Jobien like to call him, the piece of shit that his mom ended up dating.

Sweat was dripping down his forehead. It was extremely hot down here. Nonetheless, Jobien was also dehydrated.

I do not think I even remember the last time I had a chance to get a sip of water. A week ago? Maybe. Probably was fucking two years ago with the luck I have. My memory is shit anyways

Maybe it was a week ago? Didn't I just eat a couple days ago?

Man, now I am hungry as fuck too!

Suddenly, light came through the door as it was opened. A dark silhouette appeared from the door entrance and started walking down the stairs that led towards him. He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, closing his eyes again to pretend that he was asleep. The footsteps echoed against the concrete ground and got closer to him until they stopped. The person that was walking downstairs had reached their destination. They got closer to Jobien and breathed on his face. Jobien flinched and opened his eyes.

"Your breath smells like fucking crab legs. It is disgusting. You need a fucking mint" Jobien growled.

A sly smile was beginning to grow across his face that was of course before he was suddenly punched in the stomach. The punch was powerful enough for his head to swing back and slam against the wall. He hurled whatever he could onto the floor. Which was a mix of stomach bile and a lot of blood. The smell of blood lingered in his mouth.

"Watch how you are fucking talk to me you piece of shit!" His dad screamed at him, grabbing him by his cheeks and then throwing his head back against the wall. Jobien felt his head slam against the wall. His head was spinning, and he could not keep focus on his dad anymore. His dark brown curls falling across his forehead messily. He sucked up a whole bunch of air before spitting a large amount of blood onto the floor.

He was used to this already. This was an everyday thing. But this time he had a plan. It was going to work this time.

Now is the time I have been waiting for. Don't sound to mocking Jobien.

"I'm sorry." Jobien mumbled. "I know you are trying your best since mom left and hasn't came back. I know I have not been the best son. I mean look at what you must do." He flicked his head to the right and to the left to indicate that he was talking about the chains that were attached to his wrist. Although his words sounded mocking his dad blinked his eyes slowly. He lifted his hand and Jobien flinched on instinct. His dad smiled at him.

He was a proud dad in this moment.

He finally had what he wanted.

Control. The thing his dad would crave the most. He finally had it.

His dad reached into his pocket, not daring to take an eye off Jobien and pulled a key out of his pocket.

"Since you're being such a good boy, I don't think you need to wear these all night." His dad said to him. He reached up and unlocked the two chains that were around his two hands. He then kneeled and unlocked the locked chains that were around both of his ankles. Jobien fell onto his knees.

His dad smirked. He had it all now. Exactly where he wanted him. His dad turned away from his son, so he was not facing him. He slowly reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

I feel so weak.

I must take the chance to get out of here.

Jobien stood and rolled both of his wrists in a circle. He shook his long dark brown curls out of his hair before he took in a big deep breath and exhaled.

Now!

"So. Now- "His dad did not notice it until it was too late. Jobien slammed his shoulder into his father's body, throwing him onto the ground. His dad fell with a thud. Jobien made a break for it. He quickly sprinted up the stairs and opened the door that led out of the basement where he was trapped in. He panted and opened the door quickly. He tried to close the door, but his father was already right there. Jobien was already on it. He pushed his body against the door to stop his dad from completely opening the door. His father began to try and push the door open.

"Come back here you little SHIT!" His dad yelled at him. He started pushing against the door harder and then attempted to put his hand through the little crack of the door to prevent it from closing again. Jobien noticed this quickly and with all his force threw his back against the door and slammed his father's fingers, crushing them. His father screamed out in agony and pulled his fingers away from the door frame. Giving Jobien the chance to fully close the door and lock it behind him.

That will not hold him for long. But it will give me a chance to find something to defend myself.

His father continued to scream and bang against the door. Every bang against the door made Jobien shiver as he headed towards the kitchen. He quickly grabbed a kitchen knife and prepared himself as he heard the door break down. Jobien hid the knife behind his back.

His father came quickly running into and ran straight towards Jobien.

But Jobien was ready of course.

As his father got closer and went to grab him. Jobien quickly slammed the knife into the middle of his chest. His father gasped and fell backwards, clutching onto the knife.

"You're going to burn in fucking hell. You fucking disgust me." Jobien growled.

Blood dripped slowly from his fathers' lips as he clutched onto the knife tighter. Jobien was not planning on killing him quickly.

He wanted him to suffer.

"I'm going to fucking kill you whenever I find you. You little fucking shit." His father gasped, blood dripping onto the floor.

"I'll be waiting for you. If you even survive." Jobien said, blinking his eyes as he stood at the front door as he was preparing to head out. He wanted to kill him. He could feel his bloodlust flowing through his body, but he knew better. It was better to leave him alive rather than to kill him.

He was not a murderer.

He quickly opened the front door and ran out into the pouring rain

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Jobien quickly ran his feet stomping against the wet pavement as he ran straight towards the bus station. He could hear police sirens and paramedic sirens in the distance. The rain drenched his curls and caused them to hang down even more, this time towards his eyes and blocking his vision. Although running was making him more tired, he could not help but give off a sigh of relief.

I have not been outside in forever. Especially when it is dark out.

He quickly made his way towards the bus stop, slowing down and coming to a halt since there was a bus there already beginning to load passengers. He sighed slowly and got in line to get onto the bus. He quickly got onto the bus and went straight to the back and pressed his face against the window. Looking outside of the bus.

I am free now.

I am in control.

Control of my life.

Control is what I needed.

After all the passengers were loaded on the bus the intercom went off.

"Next Stop: Yorknew City.