I'm Not Okay

I stared wide eyed at my dad and took another step backwards until my back had hit the wall. I heard my uncle behind him chuckle and rasp out.

“Same old wimp I see. Nothing has changed.” My dad nodded in agreement and smirked.

“Gotten prettier I see,” he walked up to my and ran his hand down my face. His breath smelled like shit. I tried to push him away but like always, without even doing anything physical, he had me glued to the spot and scared out of my mind. Where were Patrick and Pete!?

My uncle walked up next to me and muttered to my dad, “Whoever the hell is taking care of him is doing an amazing job. Look at his hair,” he picked up a lock of my hair and ran his fingers through it. I tried to flinch it away but he yanked on it. “It’s so clean and soft. His clothes are nice, too nice. But he’s still stick thing.” He poked my ribs and my breath hitched. He always used to hit me there.

My dad nodded and smirked. “Bet we could ruin all that in an hour with us.” My uncle nodded, I looked around frantically for someone to help me, but not one was there.

My uncle looked at me amused. “You think those people will save you? Well news flash buddy, your father and I hired some ex-convicts and they followed us here and knocked your friends out or better yet, killed them!” He cackled and grinned manically at me.

I paled, my Frankie might be dead. My frank! And all because of me and my fucked up family. I shook my head, I didn’t believe it. They couldn’t be that smart to know to do that.

My dad must have known what I was thinking about because he smacked me across my face and my head whipped to the side. I could taste metallic In my mouth and knew that I had to have bitte my tongue. I stared at him with fear in my eyes. His smile slowly grew and he caressed my face whispering, “that’s the look I love to see. One of fear.” He ran his hand up and gripped my hair tightly and leaned my head back and muttered. “Me and your uncle are going to have sooo much fun with you GEE.”

I let out a small whimper, he never calls me that unless something bad was about to happen. My uncle walked forward and stuffed a sock into my mouth then taped over it with duct tape. It tasted like feet and smelled ever worse. I tried to kick my dad, but he deflected it an shook his head and yanked me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me and slowly backed out of the house. I kept on fighting and my only thought was, why wasn’t I waking up?

My uncle opened the trunk of his car and my eyes widened with fear. He smirked at me and slide a sack over my head and tied a rope around my neck. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t release it. My dad shoved me into the trunk and taped my hands together then slammed the trunk shut. I was bathed in darkness and didn’t know what was going on. I felt the engine come to life and the car make an unhealthy grating noise then it backing out of the driveway. I could feel tears running down my face. This had to be a dream, I kept repeating in my mind.

But why wasn’t I waking up?

Notes

I'm baaaaack! Bet y'all missed me ;) if you noticed i took this off of hiatus on my description thingy on my profile, i am HOPING to update once a week. But that might not happen.

hope you liked it!

I would appreciate some feedback :3
(i added a cute face, that should make you wanna give some. Right? Right!?)

dun dun duuuuuun what's going to happen to gee? post your thoughts in the comments :D