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~12~ Abused

Cameron POV
I woke up in my bed. My head hurts, it feels like my brain is trying to break out of my head! I sit up straight in my bed and lay my hand on my head. The pounding is horrible! "Rough night?" I heard a low male voice ask. I look up and see my father sitting in a chair "Father-" I start "Answer me!" He commands "Yes, Father, I had a rough night." I answer him. How on earth did I get here? He stands up from the chair and sits down on the edge of my bed "You sneaked out last night, didn't you?" He asks "I did, Father." I answer. He slaps me and stands back up "Why did you sneak out? Were you scared that your father would find out?" He asks "No, father." I answer and look down at my lap. His hand once again found my cheek "Lair! Look at me when I am talking to you!" he pulls my face back up, "That boy brought you home from a party, did you have fun?" He asks

"Calvin brought me home? Did you do something to him?" I ask him. Instead of slapping me he grabs my throat and squeezes it tightly "I'm the one asking questions here! I asked you first so answer me if you want an answer to your own question!" He yells in my face "Did you have fun?" "Y-Yes." I tried to gasp for air but my father covered my mouth, making sure I couldn't breathe "You sneaked out at night, you came home drunk, you smelled like cigarettes, and you lied to me. Do I have to remind you what happens when you lie to me?" He asks. My sight starts to get blurry by the second, right before I blacked out he removed his hands from my mouth and neck. I gasp for air, when I look up I see my father taking off his belt. I fall off my bed and crawl backward as he walks closer to me, but then my back his the wall. I look up and see my father looking down at me "Scared? You should be." He says before swinging his belt at me. I put my arms over my head and let my arms take the damage. He swung his belt at me again, and again, and again, until my arms were burning and red as tomatoes. There wasn't any blood coming from my arms, not this time. He grabbed my collar and picked me up "Behave! Next time it won't be just you who gets the belt, maybe one of your friends wants to join us." he says, "or maybe your little sister? Or your girlfriend? Your choice." he says before dropping me and walking towards the door.

*Time Skip*

Brenna sat on my bed next to me, we're going to watch a movie. I was trying to forget what happened this morning, but whatever I tried I couldn't forget. My arms still hurt and every time I close my eyes I see the terrifying sight of my father chocking me. Brenna doesn't know, I don't want her to know, but I feel like I have to tell someone. I trust her more than anything or anyone, but I can't do that to her. She lies her head on my chest "This is nice." She says "Y-Yeah it is." I tell her and stroke her hair. She suddenly grabs my arm and sits up straight "What the hell happened to your arm?" She asks "Nothing, I just fell." I tell her and rip my arms out of her hands "I don't remember you falling." She says "It happened last night." I tell her. She raises her eyebrow "How did I not notice that?" She says

"I wasn't home last night, I mean I was but...I sneaked out at night and we were at Calvin's house and I fell over one of his little sister's toys." I explain. I hate lying, especially towards her. She looks at me with a serious expression on her face "Cammy, are you lying to me?" She asks "No! No, why would I lie to you? What would I have to lie about?" I ask her "Did Calvin and his friends do this to you?" She asks. I chuckle "Bren, princess, you met them. They would never hurt me." I tell her "I don't know, Cammy, I've got a bad feeling about these guys. You talk about them like they're your best friends, you met them a few weeks ago." She says "Friendship can grow quickly." I remind her "I don't know, Cam, I don't trust them." She says. I hold her hands in mine "I trust them, besides, I can take care of myself." I tell her. Her serious expression turns into a smile "Alright, I trust you." She says and lies back down on my chest.

A/N: Any thoughts?
By the way, I am not sure if this was very good. I am not used to writing abusive stories. I hope I did okay.
-Jay25211💜💜