Roses and Thorns ch.1 redo

Ch.1           Maggots

Drip.Plip.Plop.

The sounds of the basement’s constant dripping drove me mad.Amelia gets angry because I keep forgetting to fix that damned pipe.I sat up,wincing slightly.My sides still ache.She really fucked me up this time.Sometimes I wonder if she's broken my ribs...I'm so bruised this time it's not even funny.I can barely get up after this harsh beating;But what am I complaining about?I deserved it.I always did.She only beats me when I disobeyed.

                                                 I always disobey.

She told me to stop looking out my window.Heh,It was the only sense of freedom I've had since a few months ago.Since Amelia.I love her.I...think I do.After 15 beatings that sent me to the hospital with a concussion or broken bones,the thought is practically pounded into my skull.

                                               She loves me.
                                               She has to.

I wiped a few bitter tears from my eyes.My pops always said that men don't cry.He said that's only for the queers.I guess I let him down too.A few more tears bubbled out.In all honesty,a few is an understatement.I let the whole fucking dam burst.I cried until I was shaking and trembling all over.Until my breaths could only come in short heaves.

I crawled up the basement stairs to the closed door.She made me beg for forgiveness like some dog.Some lowly mutt she picked up off the streets.I shivered...knocking on the door until footsteps indicated she was right outside the door.Standing there listening to my sobbing.Most would find it disturbing.Hearing a grown man cry.Not her.She got her god damn kicks out of it.My breathing was labored and I shook.Every muscle in my body weak from the fact I hadn't eaten since last night. I've been here all morning.

I laid my head against the door gently...speaking between sobs.

“I'm...s-...sorry...Amelia….”

I wasn't able to stop the pain coming out of my voice.Then again,she liked hearing me suffer.I felt the door knob jiggle,and there she stood;Fiery orange hair that was curled resting upon her shoulders.Her sky blue eyes looked down on me with a virulent glare.Her look just filled with hate and….utter distaste.

My nose was broken.My eyes were so swollen and puffy,I could barely see.My lip was busted open,and fresh blood lightly dripped down my chin onto the ground.The red drops mixing with the damp concrete...evidence of my suffering now staining it.She sighed softly,pulling an orange lock behind her ear.

“I'm so sorry,Eddy.”

She bent down,careful not to stain her white leggings with my blood.She gently caressed my cheek...running her pale fingers down my jawline...rubbing against the stubble.Her velvet,claw-like nails lightly dug into my throat.My heart skipped a beat as my breath was stuck in my throat.I was still.

“This wouldn't happen if you only listened to me.If I tell you something,you listen.”
I gulped.Nodding slightly to show my understanding.

She got up and left into the other room.I heard her voice give me one last chilling remark.

“You didn't finish your breakfast”

My eyes slowly trailed down to a bowl in front of the door.Yogurt.

Infested with maggots.

Maggots.

She always left me the maggots to wiggle down inside me.