Life Of Misery
WARNING: CHILD ABUSE
That night, Rosanna cleaned and dressed the wounds on her son's body, remorse and guilt washing over her as she tried to ignore the red marks and bruises that covered his back, neck and arms.
Sevastian's eyes were swollen and red from crying for hours, his heart beating calmly now. His eyes fixed on the wall void of any emotion and expression. That night Rosanna slept holding Sevastian, but her hold brought no warmth only fear and sadness.
The beatings did not stop, it only increased. She had grown so used to beating him with a belt that she had bought seven more belts to add to her collection and every single time, Rosanna would cry with her son after she finished brutally hitting him.
Sevastian stopped playing with his friends or the neighborhood children, fearing what would happen if Rosanna were confronted by anyone who noticed the marks on his body.