Touch Me

Grievence

As Kevin began to loosen my tie, my worries fading, I was stopped by the sound of the front door opening.

My father. He was back.
Of course, he was. Of course, he came back. Of course, he came back at a time like this. With a gasp, I pushed Kevin off of me, overcome with an immediate and rightful sense of fear.

"Dad..!"

I don't know what this man is capable of, and I'm fucking terrified of it.

"W-Where were you..?"

"Get. Out. Of. Here." He grunted, his voice deep

I nodded quickly, and shot up, panicked. I rushed Kevin out of the house, trying to follow him. I was stopped by my father's heavy hand, grasping and yanking the back of my shirt

"Not You." He growled

"Kevin, go! Quickly!" I called out to him, staying where my father had kept me.

"Connor..."

"Get yourself safe. Now." I whispered to him.

"Connor, I-" He was interrupted by my father, slamming the door on him.

He turned to me, enraged

"Dad, I..."

"Don't fucking talk!"

I nodded, gulping anxiously.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I let you live in this house, and this is how you repay me!?"

"I'm so sorry..."

He slammed me into the door he had just closed, my head hitting the thick and unforgiving wood, the knob jabbing into my back. I inhaled sharply, trying not to yelp in pain. If I show that it hurts, he'll only make it worse. He tightened his grip on my neck, cutting off proper air flow. I was struggling to breathe. I put my hand over his, trying desperately to loosen his grasp. Prying at his fingers. Just as I was beginning to feel lightheaded, he finally threw me to the ground, allowing me to take a couple gasps for breath, before pulling me back up by the neck of my shirt so roughly it made my neck snap back like I had whiplash. His face was no more than a hand's width from mine. I could smell the alcohol, heavy on his breath, making me nauseous. His eyes were bloodshot, full of anger. Not anger. Rage. Unfiltered, unadulterated rage. There was no mercy in those eyes.

"I'd have half a brain to beat the life out of you." He warned "you never fucking learn, do you?"

He slammed my back against the wall

"I teach you. Over and over again, I teach you and you never fucking learn" he growled, slamming me back against the wall over and over again as if to emphasize his words

"I'm so sorry.." I whimpered, gasping desperately for breath

He grabbed my face, twisting it to his

"You're not fucking sorry. You're never fucking sorry!"

"I'm sorry, I am!" I sobbed from the depths of my stomach

"I'm gonna show you what it means to be sorry.." he dropped me to the floor, my knees buckling beneath me immediately. I couldn't seem to get back to my feet before he pulled his belt. His drunken incoordination was no match for the muscle memory of pulling that belt on me.

"Please.." I pleaded

"Don't you say another fucking word or I swear to god, I'll kill you." He grumbled

He wrapped the belt once around his fist, giving the air one quick test-whip.

Without a second's notice, he turned the belt to me, whipping down his first strike on my side.