《Wrong number kid》Rules
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Y/n's POV
I woke up that evening to the sound of footsteps stomping down the stairs to 'my room'. My heart quickened, I knew who it was by the sound of his walk. The sperm donor I call father because he doesn't deserve to be called dad.
I hurried out of my closet and into the room just as he swung open the door with a bang. I flinched at the sound as I tried to mentally repair myself for this. As I said they are getting worse because apparently 'I can take it now I'm older and I deserve it anyway'.
He walked straight over to my and caught a fistful of my hair and kicked my stomach, causing me to double over out off breath. I felt a painful pull on my hair as I was dragged over to his favourite corner and my least favourite. The chains.
I was pushed forward and next thing I know he was chaining me to the ceiling. I stared at the white walls in the corner as he put a gag in my mouth.
"I think it's time to repaint that corner don't you think bitch," my father whispered in my ear "I was thinking red would be a nice colour."
I heard him laugh and went over to the special closest filled will all his toys as he calls them. This is going to be so painful. I was wrong, with a crack he whipped my back, it was excruciating.
"I've got some rules to go over this summer," he laughed. Crack. "Now I'm going to read them out to you." Crack. "And once I'm done you are going to write them out exactly as I said..." Crack. "On that wall." Crack. "With your own blood." Crack. "Understood?"
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I nodded immediately even though I knew it wouldn't change the outcome. Crack crack crack.
"You must come home at least every second day but come back more, both your brother and I wouldn't want to get to stressed would we?"
Crack.
"Would we?"
Crack. I nodded quickly.
"You have to do any chores we ask of you."
Crack
"No friends are to come over here, but you don't have any do you worthless?"
Crack. I shook my head.
"Exactly, you don't deserve any."
Crack.
"We are to hear nothing out of you unless we ask you a question that can't be answered with yes or no."
Crack.
"I might add more rules as the summer goes on. Is all that understood?"
Crack. I rapidly nodded my head.
"Good now I'm going to unhook the chains and your going to write all that on the wall for me. When I get back in ten minutes in need to be there."
He unhooked the chains and I collapsed in a pile on the floor. I heard the door slam shut and I painfully crawled forward.
Reaching behind me was excruciating, so was getting the blood on my fingers. Somehow I managed to write all of it on the wall in messy writing before father came in. I was so relieved.
The door slammed open.
"Slut let's see it then," he said and walked over to me. I felt him kick my back, and I screamed out in pain, it was muffled but he heard it of course. "Bitch you just broke a rule, I think you should clean it all off, I don't like it anyway, I won't be able to see the difference next time I want to splash your dirty blood over the wall next time anyway. I'll be back this time tomorrow to see it, it better be white as the day it was painted."
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I heard the door slam once again. How the fuck am I meant to clean this? Wait spider is a girl she should know how to clean blood right?
With that in mind I crawled over to my closet and took out my phone and clicked open my messaging app, it was already in the group chat and I'm to lazy to open a private convo so I just message the main group I can get embarrassed later, they'll just presume it my period anyway. Funny thing is I've never gotten mine yet, I'm probably to underweight.
Okay I have a few questions
1.Spider your a girl right?
2.do you know how to clean blood?
Woah kid
Ohh okay
Let me private message you.
New group chat created
Spider, ??? And you
She's a girl too don't worry
Call her sometime to do with witches
Who is this
we call her Dylan
Don't ask why
Hi Hermione
That's a good one
You needed help I believe
Yeah..
Y/n's POV
I my hands were shaking as I messaged them but they were very helpful even though they thought it was my period at first. But I told them I cut my hand while I was cooking and got some on blood an the wall by mistake and didn't want to tell parents in case the got angry. And explained since they are girls they'd probably know more on the subject of cleaning blood.
Eventually I got the wall clean as I could. I thought it'd be best if I didn't stay home tonight, so I wrapped two of my t-shirts around my torso and pulled my classic black jumper over my head and left for my spot for a painful rest.
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A/n : first time writing this sort of thing, hope I did okay also 300 reads pog thank you. Didn't check this for spelling so hopefully autocorrect didn't do me dirty.
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