TW
Bruce's pov:
"Bruce!" Annie sobbed, as I felt the belts both marks and whips slowly numb. "Shut the fuck up or I'll do it to you to!" Roy shouted at my sister, only making her sob louder. I couldn't move, I couldn't feel anything, I knew I was crying and I felt so stupid for it.
"You like baseball Don't you?" The grabbers hand got closer to my face, but whatever he had sprayed on my made me vision feel soft and my head hurt. I could feel his hand lower, carefully grabbing onto my shirt. "Such a pretty shit" the grabber laughed. "To bad you kept struggling" I zoned out, only hearing his words. I thought about way's to escape, but it was pointless now. I just wished I was dead.
I woke up with a jolt, waking annie up as well, an instant pain shot up my back. "Bruce!" Annie cried, hugging my neck. "I wrapped you up as best as in could" she frowned looking down at me, I slowly laid back down. "It's okay Annie, thank you"
Shortest chapter I've ever done boy's 🤪 so silly.
Word count: 194
