"What are you huddling in that corner for? Come here!"
The naked boy in the corner doesn't dare move, he covers his peins with both of his hands in shame, fresh tears falling on the dry blood on his face.
"Honey, Mylo is being stubborn again. Where on earth did you get this spawn of satan from?"
"Catherine, I'm so sorry that you have to deal with this thing called my son," The owner of this voice gets up drunkenly, kicking empty beer bottles out of the way as he stalks to the living room, "You good for nothing low life demon, do you thinking crying like a bitch will stop us from cutting your dick off?"
"Father…" Mylo tries to speak but he spits out clots of blood instead, a few drops rolling out of his nose.
He wipes them off with the back of his hand, the sole movement making his ribs and muscle ache. He doesn't have time to recover from the pain when a hard slap lands on his face and a kick in the back of his leg, which sends him falling on his ribs, his left shoulder dislocating with a loud crack sound.
"How dare you call me your father after how much shame you have brought to me? Do you have any ideas how much everyone at the church was talking about you, Mylo? How could you?"
"My life is over," Catherine, Mylo's stepmother panics crazily, "Who will listen to me preach anymore, Baldwin? How are we going to explain the pictures of how your son was kissing a boy in our very own church? Why are you still asking him questions? Let's castrate him this minute. He is possessed and he has cost us our pride!"
She begins pacing around frantically, gripping her blouse tightly,
"We can't stay in Pentoville anymore! Not when his homosexual godforsaken pictures are spreading."
"I did not kiss him," Mylo yells, choking on his own words as his father kicks him in the stomach.
"You dumb stupid fuck!" He stumps on Mylo's head as Mylo tries to block the attack with his elbow.
Catherine uses this opportunity to tie both of Mylo's ankles to a long chain. She joins in; in stepping on him, particularly aiming at crushing his dick and balls with her feet.
Mylo helplessly bites his lips until his bottom lips were bleeding. Already used to his father and stepmother beating him to pulp for doing absolutely nothing.
Sometimes he is even beaten up defying the Holy Spirit.
But that is not the case today. The situation today might actually cost him his life and he can not do anything about it because nobody will believe him and nobody will understand him.
The pictures his parents speaks of were taken at the wrong and misleading angle. He has never kissed any one before in his life and this boy in question only walked up to him in the church bathroom and offered to fix his croaky choir robes.
He did not find anything wrong with that since he was a follow choir boy. And the boy did not kiss him at all.
What he did not understand was why his pictures were taken and being spread. But then, he did not need answers as it seems everything was all planned. Because the said boy came forward earlier and told his parents that Mylo asked him for a kiss.
Mylo could not believe his ears. Now, he was going to get killed, he was lose everything, including the things he never had.
"I am going to kill you with my bare hands," Catherine wrapped her hands around Mylo's neck, ceasing his breath.
"All I have ever asked of you is to live in a way that pleases God. Is that too much to do, Mylo?"
"No…no… Please… Mother… please," Mylo struggles to breathe, tapping on her hands beggingly, "I didn't do it … I didn't…"
"Stop lying! God hates liars. You know the weight of each sin and you still dare to lie?"
"I will make some calls. There should be a city we can run away to and start afresh. We can start our lives in a new land, build our own church again."
Catherine runs her creepy red nails through her hair, giving up on killing Mylo. She walks towards Baldwin, "I love your idea, honey. God knows I do and I am not going to commit a great sin by killing this slut. Let's sell him off and go somewhere else and start our life afresh, just the both of us."
Baldwin thinks quietly, walking away from Mylo as he empties the bottle in his hand. He belched loudly, throwing the bottle to the side.
Mylo curls into half, wishing, praying to God, his father, the one who loves his children unconditionally to save him for the hundredth time.
To touch his father's heart to agree to his step mother to sell him off. Maybe it is better than living with the both of them. What difference will it make? He is starved each day, he only manages to sneakily eat at school when he is alone.
When he is back home he is either at the church or studying.
Selling him off will mean freedom. Mylo doesn't mind dying in the hands of a total stranger, rather than dying in the hands of his father.
He has never met his real mother and his father does not mention her. He dismisses any mention of her.
So Mylo has no one and there is no one that would actually care if he dies.
That is why he wishes to just die peacefully.
"How much do you think that faggot is going to cost?" Baldwin questions Catherine with a bored expression, " A few thousands and it won't benefit me. I know a campus in Northern Lantern. The City can accommodate us with no restrictions. It's a free and a diverse City. We can make money off our Holy ministration and we will gather a large number of members in due time."
"Don't coax me into having to deal with your stupid son anymore! Why can't you just discard him? He is a stain in our vineyard and that of God, Baldwin. He is infected."
"My decision is final, he comes with us!"