Kit was reading a book with the help of a flashlight that Fudge had given him. He admired Fudge she was his only friend and was the only person who had shown kindness to him. Kit was snapped out of it as he heard foot steps coming towards the trapdoor. He paled, turned the flashlight off and threw it and the book to the side. Kit bit his lip as the steps we're pounding louder and louder by the second. And then the steps stopped, he held his breath. The trap door then slammed open and Kit jumped. It was his mother. Crunch descended down the stairs with a plate of three carrots and milk. She pushed the plate, stopping right in front of her "disappointment" of a son. Crunch and Kit stared at each other; one with fear, one with hatred.
"What. Are. You. Hiding." She said taking a few steps towards Kit, he gulped as he could feel his face starting to turn red.
"Nothing." He said his voice weak. Crunch stared and stomped on the ground hard. Causing everything in the room to rise from the ground and fall. And two sounds we're heard just as Kit hit the ground, the flashlight, and the book. Crunch then slammed her foot on the ground three times and an old light bald flickered to life. Kit started trembling as her mother's eye's widened. She grabbed Kit and slammed his belly against the floor; she then grabbed the flashlight. And started spanking him with it. Kit screamed and started bawling, begging for forgiveness and mercy. But Crunch wouldn't listen. She kept going as her son's butt was a deep shade of magenta and it had bruises with some of the bleeding. By then Kit had stopped begging and was now sobbing through his screams. Suddenly the sound of a door being closed was heard; Crunch stopped. Not knowing whether it was Fudge or her husband. Fortunately she was soon answered. The steps sounded heavy and the trapdoor flung open again. Deviled Dish stared at Kit with no ounce of worry.
"What did you do?" He asked his eye's staring into his soul,
"He was reading!" Crunch said and Kit gulped as his dad went back upstairs and came back with a tool box. He walked down the stairs slowly as his wife moved out the way. He set the toolbox down and pulled out a whip. Kit tried to move but his mother had moved to putting her foot on his cotton tail. Before he knew it Deviled Dish cracked the whip and it sliced into his back. Kit screamed as his father continued to whip him; and it kept going until he blacked out.
It was the next day as Fudge walked into the house of Deviled Dish and Crunch. And she could already feel the atmosphere of the house had worsened. She didn't hear the couple hopping around the house so Fudge deducted they had went out for a moment. So she simply sat on the couch waiting for their arrival. But after a couple of minutes she thought she heard crying, it was very faint but she knew where and who it was coming from. Her friend. Fudge had originally thought he'd been asleep; usually when she did come he'd knock on the trapdoor threw times...but that didn't happen. In fact as she got closer to the door the crying got just a bit louder.
"Are you okay?" Fudge spoke up and the crying stopped,
There was no response. Her eye's widened what had happened to him? Fudge looked around and saw a key on the stove in the kitchen. She grabbed the key and ran back to the trapdoor and unlocked it. Fudge pulled out a flashlight and opened the trapdoor and walked down the steps. Once she got to the ground she shined the flashlight around the basement floor. Finally Fudge stopped as the flashlight landed on a small shaking ball on the floor. She ran to him and gently put a hand on her friend's head. Kit looked up his face was stained with tears and some lashes from his father's whipping. Fudge looked at the rest of Kit's body, he had lashings everywhere and the lower side of his body was a blood red.
"I-It hurts." He muttered as fresh tears came to his eye's,
"Hold on." Fudge said and she ran back up the stairs and grabbed some band-aids and a moist rag. She helped clean out the cuts and put band-aids on them while.
"Who did this to you?" Fudge asked; she had a feeling she knew but she hoped she was wrong. Kit's face turned red but he spoke,
"M-My parents, yo-your sitters." She sighed and hugged him.
"Well then I'll just have to tell my parents." Fudge said her voice growing stetn,
"No! If you do that they'll tell the police!" Kit screamed.
"Exactly and your parent's will have to suffer the consequences of their actions." Fudge replied,
"And those consequences will be jail time! Or they'll take me away! I don't want to be in a foster home or an orphanage! And to add a cheery on top they will never let me see them again! They may have hurt me...but...I still love them." Kit said as tears streamed down his face he didn't want any harm to come to them. He looked back at Fudge who was fighting tears with a look of guilt on her face.
"I-I didn't think of that." She finally said, "What are we going to do? Your parents won't listen to me and they certainly won't listen to you." Kit shook his head,
"I don't care I'll just live with it until I'm old enough to move out." He said his voice a meer whisper. Fudge opened her mouth to respond but she saw Kit had paled. She turned around and she saw Deviled Dish and Crunch at the top of the stairs.