Losing control

An Awful Home

Lust's POV:

A Few days later...

"Shit, shit, shit."

Why did it have to be today, of all days, that I had to forget my hoodie and my sweatpants at school. Maybe I could go back and grab them? No, all the doors would be locked by the time I got there, if they aren't already. I sink down the wall of the alley with my head in my hands, bracing myself before turning the corner and opening the door to my house. I pray that maybe, just maybe, dad drank too much and passed out somewhere. That I wont get noticed.

I should've known that wouldn't happen

Warning: this next section will contain descriptions of abuse, homophobia (including slurs), and drunkenness. If you are sensitive to any of these, please scroll down. I will put a notice of when it ends.

I see my father on the couch, the stench of alcohol almost too much for my sensitive "nose" to bear. I try to sneak past the couch but he sees my shadow and gets up angrily, a half empty bottle of beer in hand.

"You..."

"What have I told you about wearing that you dirty rotten fagott."

"I-I- know dad I just-"

"Don't you make excuses with me you damn whore! You embarrass me and our family name whenever you wear it!" he's in my face now, screaming almost too loud for me to bear.

"I-I'm s-sorry, it won't happen again, p-please just dont-" tears are running down my face at this point, despite my inner protests against them.

"It looks like you need to be taught your place again..."

"Please n-!"

I'm cut off abruptly as he punches me in my ribs and I fall to my knees, curling up in pain. My chest feels like it's on fire. He kicks me down, and now I'm lying on the floor, prone. He hits me a couple more times before he finally raises his hand, bottle still in it, and brings it down on my head. I hear the sound of glass shattering, and feel shards digging into my skull. The beer running down my face making no effort to wash the shards away.

And then all I see is black.

For those who skipped ahead, you can stop here.

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I wake up in the backyard, my head feels fuzzy and weird. The birds chirp cheerily in the trees, as if mocking me. I notice my pants are thrown across the yard leaving my pelvis exposed. He probably threw me out here and then came back later, even more drunk and...

I shake the thought out of my head and instead focus trying to sit up. The world spins around me and I start heaving, I manage to lean to the side just in time to throw up what was left of yesterday's lunch. I must have a concussion. Slowly I get up to my feet, another round of nausea hitting me as I throw up once again, this time it's only bile. Eventually though I steady my feet and start stumbling toward my pants. My legs aching in protest.

After pulling my storts back on with some difficulty, I take a moment to rest.

Our backyard is overgrown and wild. The lawn that once used to reside here is now long dead, taken over by weeds and shrubs. Many of them brandishing sharp thorns.

I get up once again, this time holding down what tried to come up through my "throat", and I stumble towards the back door.

Once I'm inside I use the walls to support me and help me get to the bathroom. I pull out a first aid kit from the bottom shelf, where I had stashed it in the cover of darkness. Carefully hidden from my fathers eyes.

Slowly, I pull up my shirt to survey the damage to my ribs, wincing at the bloody mess of bones. I grab some disinfectant cleaning wipes and slowly but surely, clean myself up.

After that I bind each rib so the fractures won't heal themselves the wrong way. I then find the tweezers so I can pull out the glass stuck in my skull. I was definitely gonna have to ask Horror for help this time, but I did the best I could. It would hold until I could get a private moment with him.

Horror was the only one who knew about my home situation. I had to tell him eventually. Especially since after we became official he insisted on meeting my parents. One day I finally mustered the courage to come clean, and he's been nothing but understanding since. He even offered that I come live with him, Killer and Dust. But I can't do that, they already have their hands full with taking care of themselves. Not to mention my own dead weight they would have to carry too.

After I had finally finished, I headed up to my room to get ready for the day. Horror usually meets me halfway between my house and the route to school that we take as a group. Just in case something like this happens.

Finally, I started off to school. Grateful for the escape from this awful house, I set my pace a bit quicker than usual.

Knowing my body had already memorized the movements to our meeting place, I let my mind wander. When I snap back to reality, I see Horror on his phone looking anxious. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I break out into a pained run, wanting to be safe in my partners arms as soon as possible.

Hearing the sound of my uneven footsteps he looks up and opens up his arms to catch me, stepping forward as he does.

The dam that was holding my feelings back until now breaks open, and let myself cry into his arms as he soothes me. After a while he gently wipes the tears from my eyes, asking what happened in a concerned way. His voice was mesmerizing, and I felt the need to tell him about all my struggles through the last couple years. But I couldn't let him get caught up in this mess, in my mess. So I kept it vague.

"H-he hurt me again."

"I swear i'm going to-"

I gently put a finger on his lips and say "please, don't. It's not worth it."

"Anythings worth it for you." he says sternly

"Then leave it alone, i'll be fine." I say with a forced smile. We both knew that last part was a lie, but neither of us pointed it out.

"...if you say so. But at the very least, let me heal you up."

"Sure thing sweetheart." I say lovingly, leaning into him "just a few more minutes though." the last part muffled. As I had buried my head deep into his chest.

"Okay honey."

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*sniff* Well, here ya go. Lustys very own chapter and character development!  I know im a little late posting this, but im very proud of how it turned out. I'm going to be focusing on individual characters in the next few chapters rather than the main couple, so I hope you enjoy them!

-Piph