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Abused
*[Sebastian]*
Hatred. Complete and utter hatred is what i felt for him. He disgusts me to the point of insanity. I hate him so much, it hurts.
"Didn't ya here what i said!" He shouted at me. His breath reaked with alcohol. I just stared blankly at the wall in front of me.
He growled and grabbed me harshly by my hair making me face him. I didn't whimper, i didn't cry, i didn't say a word. "This is what you deserve for being such a loser, a pathetic piece of trash!"he barked. I said nothing. He growled again and slammed my face into the wall, hard.
I cringed slightly. I was so used to being beaten by my father, i barely felt pain anymore. Hot blood streamed down my face, but i still would not cry or show any signs of weakness. He grasped my hair again forcing me down on my hands and knees. "Why don't ya say something, faggot!" He yelled forcefully kicking me in my rib cage. I gagged and coughed up some blood. he laughed "f*cking faggot". I felt myself being torn apart. this sickning feeling is what i've always hated. "faggot say something!" He yelled throwing multiple kicks in my stomach. I couched up some more blood. I hate this feeling, this feeling of helplessness, sorrow...sadness. They are the only things i've ever felt since i was a child. I hate it, every darn minute of it. Yet i couldn't do any thing about it, I had to let him do this to me. I had to endure this for my mother. If it isn't me, it's my mother.
"Faggot, why won't ya say something!" He screeched while throwing a kick in my face. I cringe. "faggot!" he hissed and walked into the kitchen. I stood up clutching my stomach and made my way up the stairs. I hate this. I really hate this.But i'm doing this all for you mom. "Whered ya think your going, fag!' He said coming out of the kitching holding a baseball bat. My eyes widens. No.
I tried walking faster up the stairs, but i felt his hands grasp my shoulder dragging me off the stairway. "Fag don't ya walk away from me!!" he said shoving onto the blood stained floor. I stared at the floor. I heard him chuckle "if you won't talk, I guess I have to make ya!" he seethed striking me with the bat. I Coughed up some blood, but i didn't cry, yell, or give in.
"Still not talking, huh, will soon i will change that!" he snickered throwing out numerous bat hits. I cough and cough blood, but still i would not give in.
After a couple hits more he wondered into the kitchen and coming back out with a knife. he strolled over to me. "Boy, i'm gonna make you scream!". He bends down smilling and pressed the knife against my throught, sending me a sharp pain. I could feel the blood leeking out, but i couldn't do anything about it. he growled whe he saw i wouldn't beg, whimmper or even cry out.
"If you beg, i would stop" he spat. I stared at him. "Even if i beg, you would still beat me up like the disgusting crap you are!" I retored he slapped me. I winced. "Watch your mouth, fag!' he growled. "A fag is a cigarette" i spat out, his fist collided with my face again.
"I'm getting sick of you!" he cured picking up his bat striking me in the head....hard. i winced and then gasped when i saw a whole lot of blood gushing out of it.
"wha......." was the only thing that passed my lips before I slipped into this unconscious state.
Hatred. Complete and utter hatred is what i felt for him. He disgusts me to the point of insanity. I hate him so much, it hurts.
"Didn't ya here what i said!" He shouted at me. His breath reaked with alcohol. I just stared blankly at the wall in front of me.
He growled and grabbed me harshly by my hair making me face him. I didn't whimper, i didn't cry, i didn't say a word. "This is what you deserve for being such a loser, a pathetic piece of trash!"he barked. I said nothing. He growled again and slammed my face into the wall, hard.
I cringed slightly. I was so used to being beaten by my father, i barely felt pain anymore. Hot blood streamed down my face, but i still would not cry or show any signs of weakness. He grasped my hair again forcing me down on my hands and knees. "Why don't ya say something, faggot!" He yelled forcefully kicking me in my rib cage. I gagged and coughed up some blood. he laughed "f*cking faggot". I felt myself being torn apart. this sickning feeling is what i've always hated. "faggot say something!" He yelled throwing multiple kicks in my stomach. I couched up some more blood. I hate this feeling, this feeling of helplessness, sorrow...sadness. They are the only things i've ever felt since i was a child. I hate it, every darn minute of it. Yet i couldn't do any thing about it, I had to let him do this to me. I had to endure this for my mother. If it isn't me, it's my mother.
"Faggot, why won't ya say something!" He screeched while throwing a kick in my face. I cringe. "faggot!" he hissed and walked into the kitchen. I stood up clutching my stomach and made my way up the stairs. I hate this. I really hate this.But i'm doing this all for you mom. "Whered ya think your going, fag!' He said coming out of the kitching holding a baseball bat. My eyes widens. No.
I tried walking faster up the stairs, but i felt his hands grasp my shoulder dragging me off the stairway. "Fag don't ya walk away from me!!" he said shoving onto the blood stained floor. I stared at the floor. I heard him chuckle "if you won't talk, I guess I have to make ya!" he seethed striking me with the bat. I Coughed up some blood, but i didn't cry, yell, or give in.
"Still not talking, huh, will soon i will change that!" he snickered throwing out numerous bat hits. I cough and cough blood, but still i would not give in.
After a couple hits more he wondered into the kitchen and coming back out with a knife. he strolled over to me. "Boy, i'm gonna make you scream!". He bends down smilling and pressed the knife against my throught, sending me a sharp pain. I could feel the blood leeking out, but i couldn't do anything about it. he growled whe he saw i wouldn't beg, whimmper or even cry out.
"If you beg, i would stop" he spat. I stared at him. "Even if i beg, you would still beat me up like the disgusting crap you are!" I retored he slapped me. I winced. "Watch your mouth, fag!' he growled. "A fag is a cigarette" i spat out, his fist collided with my face again.
"I'm getting sick of you!" he cured picking up his bat striking me in the head....hard. i winced and then gasped when i saw a whole lot of blood gushing out of it.
"wha......." was the only thing that passed my lips before I slipped into this unconscious state.
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