Finding Home

Chapter 3

*Timps P.O.V*

*thinking*

So my family thinks I'm some sort of psychotic freak who hurts them all time. Well they don't realize I know what I'm doing I just don't give a crap. They didn't care when I was being beaten and harassed by those bigger kids.

They think I'm just a low life who has his mind twisted. That may be part of the case but I know I deliberately hurt them not because "I can't think straight"

I feel like a wild free spirit when I hurt them. Should I? No.but do I? Yes. It's like a relief and it feels good. Sometimes it hurts because I'm hurting the ones who've raised me.

I'm so sick of myself sometimes and others well I just crave the butthole in me.

I get like a rush of adrenaline that courses through me saying to be a wild idiot.

I feel so at peace when I hurt them it makes me feel better about what happened when I was young. Yet I feel so nauseous and guilt flowing through me after.

It's a massive bipolar mess of emotions. I hate me and ugh I'm a wreck.

I feel trapped in my room. I think I'll go for a walk.

*Alex's P.O.V*

I saw with my room door opened slightly Timp walking by the front door. I didn't know, nor really care for what he was going to do. I always felt hurt by him even the slightest look sent dagger's through my skin. I heard the front door open and click shut. I think he went on a walk. Maybe it'll ease his mind.

I wish I found an escape for me. Some way to feel safe in this home or atleast find my true home. "Honey will you come here please?" I hear my mothers voice call.