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Always and Forever

Treated like Shit

Chapter 3- Treated Like Shit
I don’t know just how long I spend trying to put the tickets back together. When I thought I was done, I took a nice long look at them. A flicker of hope rose up in me, but then was crushed knowing that they were still to messed up. I can’t believe he did this. I hate that bastard with all of my heart. I glance at the clock, and noticed that it was almost 2 am. I put the tickets in the bottom drawer in my night stand, and then attempted to get some sleep. The most I got were probably 2 hours.

My alarm clock blasted, and I was forced to get out of bed. I was happy it was Friday, but unhappy cause I had to face my dad this morning and the people at school who all now know that I’m gay. I put on a ptv shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans with a gray beanie. I make my way out of the room and hurry down the hall, thinking that my dad is still in bed. I walk into the living room, and see my dad sitting on the couch, watching tv. He looked at me when I walked in, he had dark circles under his eyes like he barely got any sleep, and he looked drunk.

He got up and walked towards me. As he got closer, I could definitely smell the alcohol on him. He looks at me then grabs my wrist and starts squeezing it with all his might. I cry out in pain.
“Listen up faggot; now that I don’t have a job, I’m going to be around a lot more, you better not get on my fucking nerves.” He tried saying that, but it was severely slurred.

His nails started digging into my wrist. I look down and he was drawing blood.

“Look at me faggot!” He slapped me across the face as hard as he could, which I bet would leave a mark.

“IF I EVER, AND I MEAN EVER FIND OUT THAT YOU GO TO THAT CONCERT, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN, AND I MEAN D-E-A-D MAN!” he screamed into my face. He finally let go of my wrist and pushed me to the ground. Tears started falling from my eyes because of the pain. I look up at him and his face looks disgusted. He then kneels down on my arm, putting almost as much pressure as he could.

I screamed out in pain and he just had the most annoying smirk on his face. If he put any more pressure on my arm, it probably would have snapped in half. After his fun of seeing me in about as much pain and it can get, he got up and walked into the kitchen. I took that time to hurry up and get out for school.

I walked to school, not wanting to face the people on the bus. When I get there, I can hear the late bell ringing from outside of the school. I hurry inside and make it to class just in time. I rush inside the class room, right before my teacher shuts the door.

“Nice to see you Mr. Quinn,” he says with sarcasm in his voice. As I enter the room, everyone gasps.

I look at them all confused, not knowing why everyone is so surprised to see me. I just ignore them and get to my seat.

I pretty much fall asleep during class, but I’m awake enough to look up when the teacher says my name. He gives me an annoyed look and then continues on his lesson. When class is over, I rush out and go into the bathroom. I pass by the sinks, but something catches my eye. I look into the mirror and see a face that is very similar to mine, but this one has a black eye, and more bruising right under my eye with a decent sized cut that looks fresh. Also his lip has a big cut on it and is swollen and puffy. His arm has a big purplish bluish bruise on it. His wrist has 4 small but deep cuts in it surrounded by a dark bruise.

It took me to realize that the disturbing image in the mirror was me. My father had surely done some work on me, and that’s why everyone gasped when they saw me. And now I have to go and face the others.

Right as I was about to walk out, Justin and his jerkish so called friends walked in. When they saw me they all chuckled….except for Justin. He looked at me with sympathy that vanished right when his friends turned to him.

“Haha looks like someone put the faggot into his place.” Drew said, the one who always shoves me into my locker.

He walks around me and then grabs my arm, making me flinch, and scream with pain. He chuckles, and let’s go.

“Guys let’s just go, we don’t even need to make it worse.” Justin says, trying to act annoyed, but really is trying to get them to leave me alone.

“nahh, I don’t think he’s learned his lesson yet.” Drew says, who is inching towards me.

Then out of the blue, he swings his arm at me, punching my other eye. When I’m looking away, he knees me in the stomach, and then kicks me in an area that no guy EVER wants to be kicked. I fall to the ground and pain and everyone just chuckles.

“Wow, surprise surprise, he does have balls.”

Everyone laughs; they make a circle around me and then start kicking me as hard as they can. I cry out in pain and I can’t even look up to see where Justin is. Why the fuck are they beating the shit out of me.

They finally stop and leave me alone. I look up and see Justin just leaning against the wall looking away from what just happened. I look up at him in surprise. And he notices, but then quickly looks away and walks out with everyone else.

I’m just left there, curled up in a ball, crying to myself in pain. I notice a puddle of blood forming around my head, and start to feel light headed. Everything goes blurry and then I see nothing at all, I just hear someone screaming for help, a unfamiliar voice. And then I hear and see nothing.

Notes

I hope you guys like it. If you want, I have a tumblr page, you should follow. http://kellicforever69.tumblr.com/

Comments

Update soon ples

Paw.print124 Paw.print124
4/19/14

This is so good, please update soon!(:

KellicFanatic KellicFanatic
3/25/14
Please update as soon as possible
Janese Janese
10/22/13
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE UPDATE!!!
RaisedByMusicc RaisedByMusicc
8/23/13
Please update!!! I love this story!!!!
raven raven
6/3/13