Chapter 6

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"I stayed with 'him' everyday never letting me out except to buy him a big bottle beer, and got the beating every day. I always ended half conscious on the floor, bruised and bleeding, sometimes I vomited myself before he threw me to the closet with the rats. And Dean would pull me out from there when he was come home. He bathed my wounds and changed my dirty clothes and wrapped me up, took me to the safest place for me, and he would comfort me with the world 'hang on, Sam, when our money had enough I'll taking you out from here, keeping you away from 'him' forever'. That's why always I hanged on there, waiting for the chance to get out from 'him'."

I kept listening with heart breaking.

"Dean knew my daily life at home, and he was always looking a chance to take me out from the house, keeping me away from him.

"Till one day he had a chance. And … that brought us to meet Mrs. Wesson and Michael."

I held my breath. Alright a new chapter.

Chapter 6 – I Swear I Didn't Steal It !

He drank his water before he started again.

"It was a beautiful day when finally Dean had a chance to take me out from the house."

Flash back

"Let me take Sam to the dock," Dean asked his father for permission before he went out to work. "Mr. Doyle might have a job for him," he had to find a fine excuse for his pap.

'He' looked Sam sinicely . Then 'he' nodded, "Get him out from here. I had sick of him!"

Both Dean and Sam grinned as got the chance to get out from house. It meant no beating for Sam today.

They went to the dock where Dean worked as a labor in shipping factory. The work was so hard. A lot of lifting. But for 12 years old boys, Dean was strong enough to lift the box to be move to shipping ship, but for Sam, it's impossible to do. Sam was small for 10 years old boy. He was more look like 8 than 10! And with his body full of wounds, it was more impossible to him to do this hard job. So Sam was sitting on a box waiting for Dean. Luckily Sam was a nice kid. He would sit nicely not doing anything, just watched his brother work.

Till Dean's boss found him. And he interested to hire him as a massager boy, delivering his letters to his client.

"One penny for each letter you delivered," Mr. Doyle offered.

At first Sam was not sure at the offering, and he was scared at this big man (well he was scared to everyone except to Dean) but Dean let him to take the job, as he knew Mr. Doyle was a good man.

"He wouldn't talk, would he?" to Dean. "He could keep my secret too."

"He never talks, Sir."

"Good. So Sam," turned to Sam, "do you take it…?"

Then shyly Sam nodded accepting the job.

Both Dean and Mr. Doyle were smile gladly.

"Good. You can start it now, there a lot of letter you have to deliver."

Sam nodded, and followed the big man, taking Sam's first job.

Sam loved his job, and he doing it well. Mr. Doyle was satisfied with Sam. He liked Sam, and Sam liked the job. Maybe with this he could forget the pain on his body. Sam got 5 penny for 5 letters he delivered. For the first time Dean could see smiling face on his brother's face. He knew Sam was happy, and Dean wanted so much make Sam happy. He loved Sam so much.

With the money he got, Sam could buy something he liked. And he loved to have a book. A story book. Yes, he could read, but he couldn't write. His fingers couldn't pinch the pen for writing as his father crushed his palms with belt and the door. And he love reading so much, sometimes Dean would read it for him.

So when they passed a book store, Sam was starred in one book at the etalase even he was not sure his money would enough to buy that book.

"C'mon, let see if we can buy that book, Sam."

An 'Oliver Twisted' by Charles Dickens was interested Sam. And Mrs. Tuck, the owner' was amazed with Sam. She knew Sam as Mary's little son, who wouldn't talk since he was five, and Sam was mirror image of his mother, good looking little lad.

"What the cost, Ma'am?" Dean asked shyly.

"That was a good book, Dean, but for you, it would be only 5 pennies."

Well, they can afford it, but of course no money for 'him'. And Dean seemed no care. He bought it for Sam.

As he gave his entire penny, Mrs. Tuck gave one penny back.

"Keep it for you, Dean," with smiled gently.

"Thank you, Mrs. Tuck," Dean smiled gladly, as he know Sam would happy with the book and there some penny to keep for his father.

After saying thank you, they went home.

End flashback

"I swear, Cas, that was my happiest day. No beatings, have my own money, have a new book, got a proper food, met nice people to me, and mostly far from 'him'. And for the first time I feel so free, no beatings. I loved that day," he smiled at the memories. "But I know it won't last forever. I shouldn't be dreaming," his face fell again.

Flashback.

As they arrived at home they found his father slept on the table with empty bottles around him. They giggled with 'his' snore.

"Go up, I'll catch you later."

Sam just nodded, then go upstairs.

But suddenly, "SAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!"

Sam froze with the called.

'He' was stirring n met Sam's eyes.

"Where have you been!?"

"Mr. Doyle hired him, dad," answered Dean.

"Job? He works?" I smiled sinisterly

"Yes, dad."

"Get your arse here, now!"

Sam obeyed and slowly got into him with shaking.

'He' grabbed Sam on collar "Did you really work?"

Sam nodded in scared

"Dad, he's Mr. Doyle's right hand now," Dean was tried to take 'his' heart, and let Sam go.

'He' didn't believed, "how much he paid you?"

"5 pennies a week," Dean answered for Sam.

'He' inspected Sam without releasing 'his' hand, then he threw his son just like that, make Sam fell hard to the floor as well as his book where he hide it behind his dirty jacket.

"What's that?" 'he' took it from the floor, and scanned it. "Where did you get this?"

"Mrs. Tuck gave him."

"Shut up!" hitting Dean. "I didn't ask you!"

'He' back to Sam, who had paled and terrified.

"Where did you this!?" 'he' grabbed Sam on hair. Sam winched in pain.

"You stole it, didn't you!?"

Sam shook his head in fear and panic.

This made 'him' madder. Systematically he began to hit Sam across the face. "I didn't raise a thief!" 'he' unfastened his belt and grabbed Sam's hair back with the other. Sam felt bile rise in his throat.

"No, dad, he didn't steal it! Mrs. Tuck really gave it for him!" Dean was tried to insist his father.

"Shut up! You think I would believe? No one would ever give a great book for free, especially for him!"

"But, dad_"

Plash! 'His' belt was crossed on Dean's face

"Go upstair, or you will get one too!"

"No!"

This made 'him' even madder.

'He' released Sam and turned to Dean. 'He' grabbed Dean on hand and threw him to the closet under the stair and locked him there.

Then 'he' back to Sam and looked at the boy as Sam pressed himself to the wall totally scared

"Which hand, Sam?" 'he' ready with the belt.

Sam tried to refuse.

"Don't make me angrier, Sam! Or do you want 'the door pinched' ?"

This made Sam even paler. He still remembered the pain, and his hands were crushed by the door

"So, which one do you like, Sam?" 'he' menacingly.

Sam would prefer belted hand than get his hands pinched on the door, even the pain was equal.

Head down Sam pulled out his hands and receiving the belt on his palms.

It went while till 'he' pulled the belt off. Sam's hands were covered by red welts and some oozing blood.

"Now drop your pants!"

With an effort unable to move his hands, Sam pulled his pants down, and without an order he bent over giving his butt.

As he heard the sound of the leather cut through the air he tried to brace himself. But he had to yelp as the buckle end made contact with his bruised butt. He could hear 'his' drunken ramblings and lost count of the blows. Sam tried to break free anywhere they could land. Sam bit his lip, to stop screaming or to stop passing out. He heaved and fell over the floor unable to move.

As Sam fell, 'he' was calming down a little and looked at the boy. Blood ran down his back, which was beginning to bruise as were the top of his legs. His backside was a mixture of bruises and open wheals. But he didn't care and let the boy laid on the floor.

End flashback

"I passed out, Cas. For many times I passed out, laid unconscious on the floor."

I sighed heavily. I felt my own tears, while he didn't let the tears out. I think I had learnt how to hold the tears.

TBC

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