Worse than home

MIGUEL POV:

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked calmly, but his voice carried hints of anger. I gulped loudly, and it was then I registered the sight before me. On his table laid a naked woman who looked so lost in the euphoria she was getting. Then and there, I knew I had come at the wrong time, but it was too late to go back in time. Deep down, I felt a pang of pain in me knowing what was happening few minutes ago in this room. I immediately shook the thoughts brewing in my head and turned to look everywhere but at the naked people.

“ERM…ERM…,” I stammered out, unable to form coherent words. I was so lost in thinking of what brought me here that I didn't realize I was being glared at. It was until I heard a loud bang in the table that I snapped out of my thoughts.

“What the fuck do you want?” Mr. red eye yelled at me with so much anger, making me shiver in fright. I had almost run out of his study room when I remembered the main purpose of my untimely 'visit'.

'No, I wasn't going to back down now until I get what I want,' I mentally encouraged myself while gathering every last bit of energy I had left to face the fuming Greek god. In my 'unfortunate' state, I realized that the woman beneath him seemed to have stopped moving. Flashes of what could have happened to her ran through my head, and I shivered in fright.

“I'm sick of this hellhole, I want to go to school! You can't keep me locked up in here forever!” I yelled and the next moment, I felt a stinging pain on my cheek as my eyes rolled backwards. I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened.

“Don't you ever talk to me in that manner! Do you understand, you piece of shit?” Mr. Red eye fumed standing before me. Then and there, I realized I had been slapped until my eyes rolled backwards. I stared into his eyes and I realized, unlike the other night, his eyes were a deep shade darker. The stinging pain on my cheek stopped me from thinking, and tears streamed down my face. I watched as he slowly walked towards me and in reflex, I crawled backwards.

The air seemed to have become stiffer, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making my vision slightly blurry.

I hit the door with my back, and it all came crashing down on me like a wave that I was trapped. I shook the door, hoping someone would open the door, but it all proved to be fruitless when I heard his words.

“Save your energy. No one is hearing you and even if they did, they won't help you,” He laughed sinisterly, making me shake in fear.

“I… I… please let me go,” I pleaded, but my plea seemed to have gone on deaf ears because the next thing I saw was his foot aiming at my rib cage. I widened my eyes, as my body grew motionless, unable to avoid his feet. As soon as his feet collided with my rib cage, I spurted out blood while screaming in pain. In my hazy mind, I heard him laugh sinisterly and soon, I felt more of the pain on different parts of my body. I closed my eyes, thinking back to the beatings that were inflicted on me, both at my home and at school. If anything, this current beating was worse than both combined. I closed my eyes and felt like giving up.

Just before I blacked out, I thought to myself, 'What in the world did I do to deserve this?'

The next time I saw the daylight which was very surprising, judging from the way I was beaten yesterday, I was in my room, laid on my bed with the blanket covering every part of my body except my face. I thought back to the monster I who made me this way and unconsciously shook in fright. My stomach grumbled, making me realize I was hungry. Judging from the way my stomach fought with me, I seemed to have not eaten for days, but I soon shook the thought off my head because I refused to believe that I had been beaten to unconsciousness for days.

With every fiber in me, I got down from my bed with the blanket tightly wrapped around my body. Just before I could take another step, I heard a voice.

“Are you that eager to die quickly?”. As fast as the speed of lightning, I whipped my head to the man leisurely sitting on the floor in my room. The first thought that came to my mind was, 'What was he doing here?'.

“Ohh… don't misunderstand this situation. I'm not Devon. I'm Sebastian, his stepbrother,” the man calmly said, making me more confused. He appeared to have noticed my state of confusion because I heard him chuckle before opening his mouth to explain further. The sound he made when he chuckled made me blush foolishly in embarrassment.

“The man who led you to this state is Devon, who is unfortunately my stepbrother. My name is Sebastian,” He said, and everything came crashing down. I could finally put a name to Mr. red eye's face. So, it turned out that the reason my assaulter and this man looked alike was because they were stepbrothers!

“Miguel. Umm…how many hours have I been out?” I asked, twirling my fingers, not daring to meet his gaze.

I heard him laugh aloud, making me stare at him, forgetting my initial embarrassment.

“My dear…you have been out for forty-eight hours which literally means two days and judging from the way you look, I believe your wounds haven't healed up,” he stated.

The only things that were registered in my brain were the term of endearment he used to call me and the fact that I had been out for two days!