“Because prisses can’t torture their kids with knives. They have to drag us around like dogs and ignore our existences. Bruises means child protective services.”
THAT'S STILL NOT FUCKING TORTURE!!!!
And y'know fucking what? I'd rather be dragged like a dog than EVER tortured again. I'd rather go to jail killing a piece of shit then getting locked in a basement. I'd rather fucking ANYTHING!!!!
So don't fucking TELL me that your dad will kill me as if he's able to do ANYTHING that matters, and as if I CAN'T TAKE IT. 'Cause y'know what?! At least all he'd do is KILL ME or leave me in the woods!!! At least it wouldn't go on for HOURS!!! AT LEAST HE WOULDN'T CUT SO CAREFULLY THAT I WOULD STILL BE ALIVE UNTIL THE VERY DAMN END!!! I WOULD RATHER DIE!!! AND Y'KNOW I THINK I WISH I DID!!!
*The final scream echoing through the house, Chase yells out once more as his hands, palms now sticky with blood, clench handfuls of his hair as he practically runs out of the house, too angry to spend a single second longer in this conversation or even look at Shiver.*