The Seventh Son. (short story)

Part 2

JULIAN PIC➡

With light slaps on his cheeks and a soft voice calling his name, Elijah opened his eyes with a groan, then hissed in discomfort when he tried to move, his head was aching and his vision swimming, Diana the oldest sister was immediately by his side trying to help him sit up,

He brought up a hand rubbing the tiredness from his eyes and unconsciously touching his neck, it'll leave scars, his sister stated the obvious, it's the first time his mother tried choking him, she always aimed for the places where people can't notice but he thinks he made her angrier this time.

Looking around a sight of relief escaped his dry lips, he wasn't in the bathroom anymore, a tray of food placed on his lap filing his sense with the delicious aroma, he always loved when his sisters took care of him but it only caused them problems, so he hurriedly digged in the slightly burnt pancakes giving his best smile and a thumbs up to his sister who's watching him with a proud smirk, no one of them know how to cook but he loved eating their disasters.

"Do you love what she's doing?" The question took him by surprise, what that means? she read the confusion that's written on his face and asked again

"Why did you leave when you knew she'll get angry? When you knew that she'll hurt you? you love being bitten to a pulp or laying unconscious on the bathroom floor? Because I don't! you heard me?" She was crying again because of him. the atmosphere changed in a second, the happy eyes misted with tears and the big smiles turned to sad and hurt sobs, he hated when she cries because of him, bacause he was weak because he's stupid, disgusting

"You heard me?" roughly shaking his shoulders Diana starts losing her temper as more sobs escaped their lips, she hated the scars on her baby brother, she hated looking for him just to find him laying lifelessly on the floor bruises all over his body, she hated her mother but she can't stop her.

"What's happening here?" Their cries came to a stop as the demon the name they both loved to call who supposed to be their mother abruptly entered the room, she scanned their faces and with one goal between her eyes she pulled Elijah's curly hair dragging him out of the room ignoring his pleads or the loud cry her daughter made, she warned them before, if you helped him it only doubled his punishement, he deserves the pain, the torture, she's giving him just a slight taste of what she's being through, of what his father did to her,

She believed that's his fault as she pulled harder winning a loud cry of pain, he tried to stand up on his feet but he couldn't as tears covered his eyes and his hand clenching hers to free his strands

"Please mo-" he tasted blood in his mouth as the painful slap cut his words, but telling him to never call her mom stung him more, he didn't know why she hated his guts, everyday trying to please her to make her proud of him but he always ended making her furious, is it because he looks like his dad with his grey eyes and the curly hair? He's willing to go bald and blind just to feel her care,

"Please mom." The sisters begged and begged the scene before them wrenching their hearts, Eli hated the darkness that's why she's happily locking him in the basement, no windows no lights just him

He didn't try to open the door or scream for help as he hugged himself desperate to silence the loud growls his stomach doing, it's been two days but he couldn't believe when the door opened, his mom forgave him and he vowed to never upset her and do his best to make her happy, he waited patiently for her but it wasn't her, his sisters dragging him out of the dirty room handing him a small bag and pushing him out,

"What?" He asked lips trembling clinching the bag to his chest as his eyes roam the sad faces surrounding him

"Go! Never comeback! live you life you deserve better!" He shook his head in panic as they closed the door leaving him outside alone, he doesn't want a life he wants them, and their mother is going to flip if she knew what they did, he doesn't want to put them in more pain,

Where's his protective sisters?

"our angel will never be alone."

he asked as he shoot a goodbye glance to the big house, he knew that they did it because they loved him, tired of seeing him crying and panting in pain evrey day, but he doesn't know where to go,

Taking a deep breath he released it in the cold as he made his way searching for a dark alley to spend a night at, frigid winter and no clothes is a bad combination but he has no right to complain, after three hours of walking it was almost dawn when he finally found a safe alley, he slid down the wall to the ground sitting in the darkness clutching the small blanked his sisters packed and stared at the little fading stars,

"I know talking to the sky doesn't really mean I'm talking to you, but dad I'm scared." He whispered softly like he's talking to someone beside him, he was sure someone was going to find him and do something to him if he let his eyes sleep so he sat there wide awake listening to every little sound,

Eyes half asleep he heard footsteps near his hidding place followed with a heart wrenching pleads and he immediately shifted and tried to hide behind the dirty dumpster, then the muffled cry of pain as the piercing sound of a gun shot floated over to him startling him, a scared cry left his trembling lips, he squeezed his mouth with trembling hands praying that they didn't hear him

There was a long silence that made him believe that they're gone, he let a sight of relief just to be put back on alarmed mode as a silhouette moved towards him, trying to hide more Eli fidged and stumbled on his feet right away,

bad move.

His blood pumped fast, heart beating crazily against his chest as the two men now towering around him ready to splatter his brain on the wall behind him, he took a glance at the guns pointed at him and he felt a sudden seizure of pain as the panic attack begins, he knows what will happen, just the thought sent him swaying and mumbling incoherent words before he fell to the ground and starts convulsing,

"Bring him." echoed in his head before he collapsed in darkness.

XOXO