The Perfect Mask

Chapter 2

I have no clue where I am goin with this so enjoy

~Elliot POV~

It has been 3 days since m parents where arrested. I have been staying in my house alone with Mrs. Janeapple coming to check on my everyday. She is currently looking for places I can stay until I am of age and do not need a guardian anymore.

I honestly do not need someone to take care of me, because I have been doing that basically my whole life, but you do you Mrs. Janeapple.

I don't have any other family other family I can stay with, and the moment my so called friends heard about what happened, the left me.

They just turned around and said stuff like,

"Great... Now I don't have to fake being friends with him."

"I don't have to deal with that hyper abomination anymore."

"I honestly thought he was pretty hot and stuff and I heard he was captain of the basketball team so that is the only reason I was friends with them."

"He was too clingy for my liking anyways."

I am now the loner at school, but I don't really mind. I keep me mask up though and act all sad and gloomy about it. 

I still have major problems though. With me not being 'popular' or the 'cool kid' anymore I am now bullied.

Yep, it went from abuse at my home to abuse at school. It isn't as bad at school because there are classes and all that stuff, so they can only get away with it for an hour max, but it still hurts.

I also have trauma, PTSD, panic attacks, anorexia, and all that jazz. Luckily, I can freely sleep in my house now without worrying about waking up my parents.

I moved a bed to the basement so that no one wakes up from my screams. It is a lot more comfortable than the roof I guess.

With the amount of money my parents have, they were able to get a lawyer and a court room quickly.

They got off fairly easily because of their money, so they only have to go to jail for 10 years, but they will have a permanent 'keep-away order' or 'protective order' on me.

That basically means they won't be allowed to be with in a 50 feet distance from me. Trust me though, they will find ways to torture me.

They might hire someone or use long range guns or something. I don't know. They like to get creative.

It is currently 4 in the morning and I haven't slept at all. I still don't know the last time I slept.

I heard the basement door open. 

Wait, no one is supposed to be here. No one has the key except Mrs. Janeapple, and it is fucking 4 in the morning.

Damn it! What if my parents escaped! What if they are coming for me! Oh shit oh shit oh shit....

What the hell do I do!

I started heavily breathing. I am freaking out. Memories and flashback start coming back. It was a terrible idea to sleep in the basement where I have some of my worst memories. I should have stayed on the roof.

Flashback (MAY BE TRIGGERING)

My father was walking down the stairs. His footsteps where irregular. I could smell the alcohol off of him. 

I was only 11 years old and it was summer break. He had kept me lockup down here for the whole time. Only letting me out to do the chores mom had asked for me to do or prepare dinner.