Child Abuse Story: One.
Physical Abuse.

(C) Written by Bryony H-T. [Vaughne].
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Toby walked home from school, taking his time and dawdling at every possible moment.
He wanted to delay his return home as much as he could get away with. He knew what would await him there.
As he walked he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and jumped out of the way, spinning to confront whoever it was.
His babysitter stepped back looking worried. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said looking concerned.
Toby sighed. “It’s okay.” He replied as panic began to leave his body.
“Are you okay?” his babysitter frowned. “You don’t look so good,” he said.
“No I’m fine.” Toby replied defiantly.
He raised his eyebrows. “Okay... I didn’t mean any offence.” He said, and glaced down at Toby’s arm. “How did you get that?” he asked, pointing at a large bruise on his forearm.
Toby looked at it and hastily pulled his jumper down over it. “It’s nothing. I tripped.”
He frowned again. “You got that? From tripping?” he asked.
“Yeah... I’m clumsy...” Toby replied.
“Uh-huh... I’ve noticed you’ve been ‘tripping’ alot recently. You sure there’s nothing you want to tell me? You can you know.”
Toby looked into his face, desperate to tell him... desperate to get advice, to get help... until the angry voice of his father swarmed his mind ”Don’t you dare tell anyone, or this pain will be merely a pinprick to what I will do.”
Toby closed his eyes and sighed. “No, I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” He replied.
His babysitter didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure?”
Toby nodded. “Yes, I’m sure...”
He frowned again. “Okay... well I’ll see you soon okay?” he said.
“Yeah... see you soon.” Toby replied and walked away.

He approached his house and stopped before his door, taking in a deep breath.
He slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.
He closed the door and walked forward down the corridor slowly, his breathing shallow.
“Toby?! Is that you?!” came a voice from the next room.
Toby felt fear rise through his body as he replied “Yes it’s me.”
He heard thundering footsteps as the door was wrenched open and his father’s angry face was revealed.
Toby backed away, and when his father followed, he tried to run.
His father grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him back, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and throwing him against the wall.
“Where the hell have you been?! You come straight home from school, do you understand me?!” he yelled at him, his face contorted by fury.
“Y...yes...” Toby gasped, shaking all over.
“Now go to your room! Instantly!” he shouted, throwing him to the floor and kicking him in the chest before slamming the door shut again.
Toby scrambled to get up and fled up to his room. He ran in and closed the door behind him.
Once inside, he lifted his shirt in front of the mirror, seeing the formation of another bruise coming to his chest.
He sat on his bed and curled up, slowly beginning to cry.

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This story is entirely fictional work of my invention, and any reference to any real situations or incidents are purely unintentional.
This is not for redistribution without my consent.

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