Page 4 of The Sun God


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The sight of the broken hinges on my door made me want to throw up, but that would be a waste of time. Swallowing back the bile trying to rise in my throat, I hurriedly pushed my bedside table aside. One of the floorboards was loose, and I hid my SLR under it before pushing the table back into place.

After that, it was time to face the music.

“Dad?” I hated how my voice shook as I called out for him upon reaching the foot of the stairs.

Smash.

He answered me with a fist to my face, so hard that I hit the wall next to me with a loud thud. I bit my lip as he dragged me by the hair towards the garage. He threw me on the floor. “Where have you been, you spoiled piece of shit?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer. It wasn’t like I could anyway. He was kicking me everywhere, the pain of every kick making it impossible for me to speak.

When he stopped, I managed to crack one swollen eye open.

Oh God, he was getting on his bike.

Flat. Flat. I had to be flat.

Relax. Relax.

Ssssh. Think of...

Oh God, I wanted to close my eyes and cry.

But I couldn’t. That would mean giving up. That would mean James winning.

I had to survive.

Flat. I had to be flat. Relax. I had to relax. And think...I needed to think of that biker who saved the man.Hewas proof that there was good in the world. That life couldn’t be shitty forever.

So close now. The motorcycle’s rumble was getting louder and louder.

Sssh. Think. Dream.

That man on the bike. He’d save me too if he knew I was in trouble. I knew he would.

So for now I had to survive.

Flat. Relax. Eyes open. Sssh. Don’t breathe. Don’t make a sound.

SWISH.









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