Y/N POV
I got home from the hospital with my parents. I went up to my room to lay down and get some rest while my parents went back out for another drinking drug fest. I was sleeping for a good three hours when all of a sudden I was dragged out of bed by my hair and dragged down the steps to the kitchen.
Once I was fully awake I looked at my dad who was holding a red kife. I knew the knife was hot enough to melt the metal due to the color of the knife. My mom grabbed my arm and held it onto the counter. She put duct tape over my mouth.
"Since you have stitches that can break open, this is how we're gonna beat you today. You can scream, but no one is gonna show up."
I can feel my body shaking with fear. My mom chained my arms to the counter and tied my feet to the stool I was sitting in. My dad took the knife and slowly placed it on my arm. Once the metal touched my arm I screamed in pain. It was so unbearable. I had to try not to move because moving it would make it worse.
My father did it three times on each arm. My screams filled the house. Not even the duct tape was able to muffle the screams. Once my father was done my mom unchained me and carried me down to the basement. She placed me in the dog cage, locked it with a padlock, kicked the key away, and went back upstairs.
The basement was dark and cold. The smell of dried blood fills the room. It's my blood that always causes the smell. I pull out my pocket knife and cut my legs since my arms have third-degree burns on them. I try to fall asleep, but can't. I pull out the spare key that I keep hidden under the cage, unlock the padlock, unlock the cage, and get out. I quietly make my way upstairs. I lay back down in bed and fall asleep.
The next morning I wake up and take a cold shower to help my burns cool down. It feels so good on them. I'm careful while washing my body so the stitches don't break. Once I'm done I put clothes on and get ready to go to school. I decided to wrap my burnt arms in a bandage with a cooling lotion that'll help heal them. I start to walk to school after I double check that I have everything. Once I get to school everyone stares at me. I ignore them and make my way to each class to collect the work that I have missed then I go to my homeroom class.
I sit in the seat that I would sit in before I was in the hospital. I was looking out the window listening to "Never Too Late" by Three Days Grace. I felt someone tap on my shoulder and I turn to see Peter. I pause the music and look at him. "What's up Pete?"
"Not much. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay is all."
"I'm fine. Things got worse when I got home last night though."
"What happened?"
I explained to him everything that happened the night before and showed him the burn marks that were on my arms. The only part I didn't tell him was when I cut my legs. I think it's better that he didn't know.
He always has this pity in his eyes when I tell him this shit. It pisses me off. I'm sick of people throwing pity at me. I've dealt with worse.
Peter and I talked for a while until the rest of the students and the teacher walks into the classroom. The day went on as it normally would until lunch happened.
We got to lunch and there were cops sitting in the cafeteria. I started to panic a little hoping they wouldn't come talk to me. Before I know it, they are sitting at the table with Peter, Ned, and I.
"Y/n L/n, we need to ask you a couple questions. Reports were sent in last night about someone screaming and making a lot of noise. They say it came from your residence. Is this true?"
I knew better than to lie to the police, but I also knew what my parents would do to me if they ended up being arrested and found a way to break out. I had to think carefully about my decision on what to say.
I decided to tell the truth, "Yes. There were screams coming from my house."
"Do you know who was screaming? Or why?"
I could feel the tears build up in my eyes. "I was the one screaming," today was the day I get my parents arrested. "My mom and dad are both alcoholics and drug addicts. It started when I was seven. My father fell apart after my grandfather passed away. He would go out and start drinking and take drugs," at this point I had tears spilling from eyes. "One night he took my mom with him and ever since they both would go out to bars and drink my dad would buy drugs for the both of them. They started to sell the drugs and abuse me. I've got the scars to prove it. Last night he used a hot knife to burn my arms which is why I was screaming. My father raped me when I was twelve. They never showed that they loved me or cared about me."
I was balling my eyes out, everyone was looking at me because they all heard the story. Peter wraps his arms around me holding me tightly as I continued to cry. The police left without saying anything. Peter was running his fingers through my hair trying to calm me down. The only problem was I couldn't calm down.
By the time lunch was over I had red puffy eyes and a sad look on my face. The rest of the day I was miserable beyond belief. Once I got home though...things only got worse.
Once I walked in the door I immediately felt a hand smack against my face. I knew it was my dad because he has a heavier hand than my mom. I rubbed my now sore cheek and walked away from him without saying anything. I'm surprised he let me just walk by him.
I walked into the kitchen to see my mom with a new hot knife. This isn't going to be pleasant. My dad grabbed me from behind and tied my arms behind my back.
(WARNING: RAPE COMING UP IF THIS IS A TRIGGER TO YOU DO NOT READ!)
My mom burnt my clothes off my body. My dad laid me down on the countertop. I struggled and fought against him, but it was no use. My mom pulled my hair so my head was hanging off the counter. My dad came over to me and shoved his dick down my throat face fucking me. I gagged and gagged until I threw up. He pulled out before I threw up and he pulled me to the other end. My mom held my legs apart as my dad entered me. I was screaming and crying trying to get him to stop. He kept going until he released his sperm down my throat.
(RAPE OVER)
Once he was done my mom burnt my entire body with the hot knife making me scream and continue to cry. Once she was done my dad dragged me by my hair up to my room, threw me against the wall. "THERE IS GONNA BE MORE TO COME LATER YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
He slammed the door shut and I curled up in a corner and cried. I wanted to run away from home, but I knew no matter where I went, my parents would find me. I used my razor blades to cut my legs again. I went into the bathroom and took a cold bath to help my burns. Once I was washed off I applied the cooling lotion again and wrapped gauze around my body.
I was laying in bed trying to sleep when all of a sudden I heard yelling coming from downstairs. I didn't know what it was so I hid in one of the storage room that was in my bedroom. I hid in the blind spot where no one can see me.
I heard my door softly open and I heard a voice I didn't recognize. "Y/N? It's okay. My name is Officer Dominic Lockwell. I'm not going to hurt you. Please come out of where you are."
I sat there debating whether or not to open the door or not. I have a lot of respect for the police. I was just scared that I was going to get into a lot of trouble. I decided to come out of hiding. I softly opened the door and crept out of my hiding spot.
I looked at the officer. His outfit was black. He had a badge on his left shoulder. He also had a belt that held his gun, handcuffs, baton, and other needed equipment.
I moved to the corner of my bedroom so I was away from him.
"Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Your parents are downstairs in custody. They wanted to say goodbye to you before we take them away."
I nodded and slowly stood up. I walked over to the officer who then led me downstairs to my parents.
"You are going to regret telling the police. We will find you and hurt you much worse than we already have," my father said with anger in his eyes.
My mom didn't say anything and the police took them away.
I looked at Officer Lockwell as they took my parents away and asked, "what's gonna happen to me?"
"Well, first we're gonna take you to the hospital and see the damage that they did to you. Then there is a family that wants to foster you. You have to give a statement through before you see your new family, so on the way to the hospital, we'll just hear you out while someone writes it down. Go gather up any of your belongings and we will leave once you feel you have everything."
I nodded my head and went upstairs. I gathered up all of my clothes, books, hygiene products, and my razor blades. Once I double checked to make sure I had everything I went downstairs. "I'm ready officer."
He smiled at me and put my suitcase in the trunk of the vehicle and drove me to the hospital. During the drive, I told them about everything that happened to me. The officer in the passenger seat was writing everything down as I talked.
We got to the hospital and the doctors did some examinations on me. They saw the burns and treated those. They also bandaged my leg and told the officers about both. The officers wanted to see for themselves, so I showed them the burns that were on my arms and body. The officers took pictures for evidence in court.
After a few more examinations I was sitting in a hospital room waiting for my new foster family. When they walked into the room I couldn't believe who it was!