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He rushed to his room, breathing heavily; stumbling over his feet as he heard Belle unbuckling his belt. Shouting, he shut his door quickly, looking around for the key, when nothing came to sight, he put his feet at the corner, pushing the door forward with all his strength, hoping it’s enough to make his mother finally back off.
His eyes were streaky with tears, more pouring along. His hands were shaking, toys scattered around his room. Only if he didn’t stand his ground. Only if he just shut up about whatever Belle wanted to do. Now, her belt is waiting by the door. It was terrifying. Oh so terrifying. His nose was blocked by snot. Slowly running down his lips, he couldn’t let go. He couldn’t.
Belle grabbed the handle. Twisting it aggressively. He was way too scared to listen to what she was saying. But it was along the lines of “COLT OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” or something. He didn’t know. Breathing was getting harder since he couldn’t control the air going through his lungs. So he couldn’t only let out loud and sharp quick whines. Knowing damn well his father was a few feet away.
Now he knew Sam didn’t hate him. But he didn’t love him enough to save him. but oh the way he would caress his hair.. he could wish.
What a wicked thing to do.
He tried to steady his breathing, which was a mistake that led to Belle slamming the door open, making Colt fall back, that ruined his breathing even more.
His eyes widened as the woman he so desperately wanted to call “mummy” and cuddle with her to sleep.
She shouted some nonsense before bringing the leather belt straight onto his arms, that were protecting his face. Then again. Then again. Again. And again. Again. Again.
While Colt begged her to stop, he caught a glimpse of Sam silently watching from the door. A pitying expression, like a person seeing a lonely puppy next to the road.
He screamed her to stop. That it hurts. That he won’t do it again. That- oh god how much it hurts. Oh god..it hurts so much.
Every smack was like candles slowly burning away at his arms. like maggots eating through his open wound.
He slowly backed away to his bed, incase of these situations, no matter how much he braced himself it still hurt. He crawled under the bed, knowing Belle wouldn’t care enough to drag him back, she slammed the belt down and with angry, rushed steps, she slammed his door shut.
He breathed. His arms were so badly itching. It hurt so damn much. To breathe through his nose, he gently brought his thumb to his mouth. Forcing his nostrils to open up.
Oh how weak he felt.
So when the sergant asked.
“ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH BOOT!?”
so he screamed.
“SIR YES SIR!”