Unhealthy Obessions - Prologue

[Kari Moonstone]

Prologue

He couldn’t stand it anymore, the pain, the torturing, the screaming, the lying. Hearing these things from down the hall hurt more then anything else in the world, even then when he felt them himself.
She is screaming now, he can hear her pain and tears in the sharp cries. For the past eight years he has felt the wrath of his father’s drunkenness. At the age of ten he felt the first hit of many to come. He still remembers it.

~*~

“Where is she?!” He yelled loudly.
Ayden opened his eyes groggily, “Hmm…?”
He grabbed at the collar of the ten year old pajama top, “Where the hell is she?!” He asked spilling half of his beer over his sons’ bed.
Ayden looked confused, “Who? Daddy… what’s going on?”
His father put his face less then an inch away from Ayden’s, “Where the hell is your god damn mother?”
His fathers hand flew across his face leaving the mark of the ring on his face. Tears immediately began to swell in Ayden’s eyes as the stinging in his face grew. He tried to hide them but the moment he blinked the tears rolled down his scared face.
“Where did your fucking mother go?!” He yelled, raising his hand once again.
Ayden immediately flinched at the sight of his father’s raised hand, “Really! I don’t know!”
“You lying little bastard!” He grabbed his son by the neck and slammed his head against the headboard of the bed.
Ayden shook his head, “No! No, I’m not! I’m not lying, daddy. I don’t know where mummy is!” He cried. He felt his head being hit against the headboard as he spoke. Ayden looked at his father with tearful eyes, the moment they fell down his face his father hit his head harder and with more force. Ayden tried to stay focus but the young child’s eyes soon came out of focus and rolled into the back of his head as he passed out.
When he had awakened the next morning he found his mother, she was laying on the living room floor, dead. Taken too many pills apparently, or so everyone thought. They all just decided that she had committed suicide, and the only person who knew, or even believed the truth, was too little to be heard, Ayden. He knew his father had killed her.

~*~

“AHHHHH!” The shrill scream filled his room snapping him back into reality. Ayden shook his head, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t stand hearing that little girl scream anymore. He tried to stop his father before, but that only got him knocked out and his little sister in even more pain.
“Daddy! Please, Daddy! Not again!” The cries of the now ten year old girl were shrill, sharp, and pull of pain.
“Shut up, you little slut!” Ayden heard his father scream before hearing a loud slap.
Ayden put his hand to the wall; he had her in the next room. She was so close to him and he still couldn’t even try to help her. The door to his room was locked from the outside, the bastard enjoyed this. He loved being able to torture two people at once, one physically and the other mentally. What he did realize is that Ayden had mentally broke years ago. The once happy child was reverted to the only thing he could remember… pain.
“Daddy! No, please!”
“Shut up and take it like the little slut you are!”
Ayden heard it, the same scream he heard a few times a week for the past two years. The same scream he heard every time it happened to him over the past eight years. That was the scream he heard whenever his father decided to ‘have fun,’ to ‘pleasure himself,’ or rather, to rape his own children.
Ayden covered hid ears and closed his eyes tight. He didn’t wanna hear Paige scream. His hands crept down from his ears and reached across to his bedside table. He grabbed at the blade and slid down to the floor leaning against the wall. He held the blade in his hand and looked up and down his scabbed and scared arm. This was his was of copping, his way of dealing with his father. He looks at one of the few unmarked parts on his bare arm. He slid the blade over the spot and the blood immediately began to flow. The moment he saw the red pool forming on his arm the screaming faded from the background and all he could hear was a low buzzing sound.
He kept cutting deeper and deeper, but slowly, so he could feel every little rip and tear of his skin. He watched as the blood slid down from his arm to the floor with ease leaving blood marks on the carpet. His head felt dizzy and he dropped the blade on the ground and leaned back against the wall. He took an already blood stained cloth off the floor and tied it tightly around the new wound. His eyes rolled into his head as he passed out.

* * *

“Ayden…” said a small voice from the now open door.
Ayden slowly opened his eyes and looked over seeing Paige standing in the doorway with tearful eyes.
“Come here, Paigie,” He said holding his arms out for her.
Paige ran to her brother and sat in his lap curling herself into a ball softly crying against his shirt.
“Shhhh… don’t cry Paige, it’s gonna be okay, love.” Ayden said trying to comfort the small hurting child.
“No, Ayden… its not going to be… it hurts, it always hurts!” Paige almost yelled trying to hold back tears.
Ayden cradled the young girl, “I know it hurts, and I know how it feels.”
Paige saw the cloth on her brothers’ arm and stared at it for a moment, “You did it again, didn’t you.” She said knowingly pulling off the rag. She looked at the raw red skin around her brothers’ newly scabbed scar, “Why do you do it? Why do you hurt yourself like this?”
Ayden pulled his arm away, “Don’t worry about me, Paigie. How are you?”
Paige ignored her brothers’ question, “Daddy told me you can leave.”
Ayden looked confused, “Leave?”
Paige grabbed at her brothers shirt, “Your birthday is tomorrow… and you’re gonna be eight-teen.”
“What’s your point?”
“You can leave when you’re eight-teen!”
Ayden shook his head, “No Paige, I won’t leave you.”
Paige laid her head on his chest once more, “Promise?”
“I promise.” Ayden said softly in the child’s ear.
“Ayden… I’m sc-”
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!” An evil voice hissed from the doorway.
Paigie and Ayden both looked up from the wall, Paige’s grip on Ayden’s shirt tightened as she hid her face from view. She started to shake and Ayden’s arms tightened around her.
“Leave her alone, father please, she couldn’t sleep. She just needed me to-”
“Shut up you rotten little bastard!”
Ayden couldn’t stand it anymore, “Make me!”
“Don’t even tempt me boy, now put her down!”
Ayden held Paige closer to him, “No, please, you have hurt her enough… just… just leave her alone.”
His father walked over to Ayden and Paige stumbling a little from his drunkenness. He grabbed Paige’s hair and pulled her out of her brothers’ lap.
“AhhhhOwwww!” Paige cried grabbing at her fathers hands, “Let go!”
He threw the small girl across the room hitting her head on the wall. He looked at Ayden with pure hatred in his ear.
“I should have killed you back when I killed your whore of a mother.” He hissed grabbing Ayden around the neck. His hands tightened as his head was hit hard against the wall. “Say something.” His father hissed.
Ayden tried to talk, but he couldn’t breathe. He felt his head being hit hard against the wall a few more times before he passed out.

* * *

Ayden opened his eyes solely. His head hurt and there was a ringing in his ears, He couldn’t figure out why his head hurt, now why he way lying on the ground. He sat up rubbing his eyes as images on the night before flashed before his mine. He scowled remembering his fathers’ actions, he looked around the room and his eyes narrowed on the small girl sleeping, or so he thought, on the other side of the room.
He heard the car door slam as his father drove away leaving Paige and Ayden alone in the house.
“Paige, you up?” Ayden asked quietly. Paige didn’t answer, in fact she didn’t even move at all.
“Paige?” He said a bit louder, but Paige still didn’t move.
Ayden got up and walked over to the small child, “Paige…” He spoke, though he had a feeling she wasn’t going to answer him this time, or any other ever again.
He looked down at her; she was laying limp on her stomach, her face hidden beneath her straight brown hair. He bent down on his knees and turned Paige onto her back. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes resting gently on her pale cheeks. Tears ran down his face when he saw two dark purple-blue marks on her neck.
He laid the small child close to his chest, “I’m sorry…”
He let down the cold lifeless body of his sister wondering why his father didn’t just kill him instead. Why his father literally chocked the life out of this child He would never forgive his father for this… ever.

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[Adricanna Whitlow]

Psshh, you already know I love this story...As sickeningly twisted as it is...it's CAPTIVATING.

[Jeselyn Verona]

Ooooh... I remember the time you showed this to me then realized how old I was. That was FUNNY.

*does not read it again*

[Adricanna Whitlow]

o.o That definitely qualifies as an oops moment, showing this to a twelve-year-old, liol. *Will make certain Cortni never, ever, ever sees this* *Will make DOUBLY certain Glen NEVER sees this* As good as it is...Cortni's still very innocence and Glen already knows too much for his age. <.<

[Kari Moonstone]

yeah.... that wasn't kewll....