Snitches Get Stitches

Chapter 1

"No dad, please!!" My pleads and cries were futile to this inevitable, unpredictable situation. "I'm sorry!! I won't ever do that again!! Please!! Daddy!! Don't do this!!" My screams of torment echo the empty walls of the basement, my torture chamber. His scowl only deepens at the sight of my sob wracked and shaking body as I try to pull away from the centre of the room. My arms yank against the chains keeping me in place as each step he took closer to the centre of the room, he got closer to me.

His fixed frown opens, and a maniac laugh rumbles out of his chest, "You are pathetic!" he spat. A stick with a long wire attached to the end lay in his hands only creates my five-year-old body to go through another fit of involuntary shivers. "You made Carla leave me, you ungrateful, insignificant brat! You told her about Nancy, and now she has left me... with you!" He made his final step to his destination and flipped me onto my back. He stood on my legs, immobilizing me and lifted the stick above his head.

All at once my cries stopped but the pain in my back tore through every inch of my body. Over and over, the pain kept coming leaving me with no breathing time. Warm, thick, red liquid rolled down my sides and onto the floor that hasn't been cleaned in years. No sound made its way out of my mouth as each lash came down upon my small back. The tethers of my clothes fall to shreds and soak in the pool that surrounded my body.

When he stopped, he turned me over to look into my dark, chocolatey eyes. No remorse. No regret. No guilt. He didn't feel anything except for satisfaction at my body that looked like I had been in war. War would have been better than this. My entire body was covered head to toe in blood. My blood. Nothing came out of my mouth, I had no strength to make a sound. He walked away just to grab something. I'm still surprised I haven't passed out yet. Something warm rose up in my throat. It sent me into a frenzying fit of coughs. Blood. Lots of blood came out adding to the pool around me making it snake out everywhere like a lake.

As soon as I stopped, I looked up into the dead, lifeless eyes of the one I used to call father. Goodbye father and hello stranger. I don't know this man. What happened to my dad? What did he do to my dad? The man I once knew has died.

What he was holding in his hand confused my poor brain as it searched for answers. As if reading my mind, this man smirked and bent down to my level. I had no more strength. All the coughing used up the last of it. His calloused hand gently caressed my face. I couldn't pull away. I couldn't fight. I couldn't stand my ground. The anticipation built like wildfire as he slowly moved the instrument towards my mouth, "Now you can never tell anyone anything." Just with those words I knew exactly what he was going to do. My eyes widened in disbelief and realization as the first hole was made in my lower lip and appeared out of my upper lip. This pattern continued until he was finished, and the last hole was poked into my skin. Blood invaded my sense of taste and I instantly wanted to get rid of it, but I can't. Not anymore.

I told my mum that dad was cheating on her.

What I get is an abusive dad and...

Stitches.