1 My Abuser

I dreaded home, even the thought of it getting any closer made my stomach hurt. Home wasn't at all a place I would ever call my home. That house was my daily nightmare and everyone who lived in it were my abusers. The woods thinned and my cursed house came into view. The wood was grey like an angry storm and the windows were like eyes looking at me with a wicked smile, taunting me as I grew closer.

I climbed up the squeaky stairs and my hand trembled as I reached for the door knob. With a sick feeling that something wasn't right I twisted the knob and swung it open. Noah grinned wildly as me in his own sick maddening way. I made the mistake of turning my back to close the door and he pounced into action.

I felt pain shoot up my neck and felt hands around my throat as he turned me to face him. His green eyes glowed like neon acid and the sting of his glare was even more crude than anything else. His black spiky hair gave off a sickly shadow that made the dark even more horrifying.

" Well, Well, Now where has my lovely sister been all day? " His scratchy voice croaked.

" N-Nowhere. " I stuttered.

In return to the lie I spat at him his hold around my neck got even tighter bringing the sting of tears into my eyes.

" You were out with him weren't you? That red headed bastard. " He snarled.

" So what if I was, that would be none of your business. " I choked.

His smile grew even more evil and I was flung into the air and I landed hard on the wall.

" Is that so, your my little sister, isn't it my job to take care of you? " He said in mock concern.

I looked up from my position to find him kneeling in front of me.

" I'm just making sure he won't hurt you, Macie. " He said griping my chin.

" GO TO HELL! " I hissed in pain.

His hand came down hard against my face and I jerked in pain.

" You think cause daddy and mommy are dead that it isn't up to me to take care of there stupid helpless delinquent of a daughter? The only reason I haven't killed you already is because I made a promise to my father that I would take care of you. You really are so ungrateful, you know that Macie. " he sighed leaving and entering the kitchen.

I heard a cupboard open and a glass plate grind against another one. Then Noah walked to me with a grin that made my skin crawl and it just got more twisted the closer he got. I fumbled to my hands and knees. Out of nowhere he threw the plate to the floor and frowned.

" You know I was debating whether I wanted to punish you by just shackling you to the bed in the basement but I think I need to do something else as well. " He smiled

He grabbed me by my scalp and shoved my face into the broken shards and I screamed as they sliced into my skin. He pulled my face out of the pile of shards and shoved me backwards. He walked to the hall closet and grabbed the broom and dust pan along with a first aid kit. He walked back towards me and first swept up the glass then walked back to me.

" As your loving brother I will help clean those painful looking cuts you have. " He said gripping my chin roughly.

I stayed silent and endured the pain as his hands grazed my cuts after cleaning the wounds.

" I'll just leave them like this so you never forget that I hold your life in the palm of my hand. " he grinned.

" Now, time to go to the basement. " he smiled dragging me kicking and screaming down the hallway.

The door to the basement grew closer I dreaded what I knew was about to happen. Tears welled in my eyes as Noah opened the door and dragged me down the dark and smelly basement. He threw me near the chains that were attached to the wall and before I could get up pinned me down. The sound of the clinking of the chains sounded as he wrapped them around my wrists. Once he had me shackled he took off his belt and folded it up.

" P-please, don't do this. N-Noah! " I said pleading.

" You knew what would happen if you ever stayed out this late again. Now since dad can't punish you I have to. It'll hurt me more than you, little Macie. " He said bringing the belt down hard.

After multiple hits he stopped and without another word or glance he walked out and shut the door leaving me alone in the dark hurt and scared.

Days went by and I was sure people were going to notice that I was gone and sooner or later either a demon would come, or someone would eventually come and find me here.

Hunger had set in a long time ago and it was hard to sleep through the growling of my stomach and the sting of the cuts on my face.

I was still trying to break out of the chains when a loud bang sounded above me and a familiar voice began screaming. A sickening slicing sound sounded and I felt the hair on my neck lift. I could hear faint screaming sounds around me and I felt dread settling in the bottom of my stomach.

I knew if I wanted to live I had to be quiet but then the thought hit me. What if it was a demon invasion and I was all alone how would I get out.

I tried to make as little noise as possible as I tried to move further into the shadows. Then a loud bang sounded at the door and I squeaked, covering my mouth.

Then something crashed through the door and I started to sob in fear.

The thing I now stared at was a Demon a blue demon with criminal bar tattoos which labeled him as a bad guy. His hair was dark magenta and his eyes were multiple colors with a symbol on one eye.