Nauseous - Skephalo

S A F E - C H A P T E R F O U R T E E N

TW: Suggestions of self-harm, bullying, suicidal thoughts, child abuse, minor swearing

~~~ZAK'S POV~~~

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going up and reach for my phone resting on my nightstand, hitting air. I jolt awake, opening my eyes and see that I'm not in my bed, and look around, panicking slightly before remembering that I stayed the night at Vincent's house.

'Oh yeah, I'm at Vincent's house...'

'Well of course you are, did you already forget that?'

I ignore the voice, rolling my eyes and look at the other side of the bed, seeing my phone on the nightstand and grab it, turning off the alarm. I feel more energized than usual today, probably because I actually slept last night, so I get up and stretch my legs, waking myself up a bit before tugging my sleeves up to look at the bandages that were still on my arms,  making sure they were still on securely and that they weren't peeling. They thankfully weren't, so I tug my sleeves down again and run my fingers through my hair, trying to straighten it and get the knots out of it, as I walk out of the door. I was about to go to the bathroom, but then I remember that my hairbrush and toothbrush were at home and I didn't have a change of clothes, because this sleepover wasn't planned.

'I shouldn't have stayed the night, dad's gonna kill me when I get home...'

'Yes, he is. You shouldn't have came over to Vincent's house in the first place.'

I frown, thinking of how he would hurt me this time before realizing if I didn't leave soon, I would be late to school. I go down the stairs and into the living room and grab my backpack, and start to make my way to the front door.

"Wait! Zak! Do you want to ride to school with me and Darryl?" Vincent calls from behind me. I turn around to face him before nodding and stepping aside so he and Darryl could go out to the car first, following them. I scramble into the back seat, setting my backpack besides me and buckle up.

Timeskip-

Vincent parks his car in the school parking lot. As soon as the car stops, I unbuckle and get out of the car, eager to get out of the confined space. The ride to school had been awkwardly silent, no one spoke a single word. I grab my backpack, wave to the pair and run into the building, running into something; or someone rather.

"Weeell, if it isn't little Zakary!" Kale cooed, roughly messing up my hair. I froze, unable to move, and just stared at my feet. "Wait, Zakary? Are you... wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" Kale burst out laughing, clearing enjoying himself. He gripped my shoulders tightly. "Man, I knew you were poor trash, but I didn't know you only had one pair of clothes!" I blush in embarrassment and try to keep my eyes glued on the floor, but Kale force me to look into his eyes by roughly pushing my chin up. I could see the sick glee in his eyes as he bullied me.  He was about to say something, but was cut off by another person.

"Kale! Mr. Smith's coming!" One of his goons whisper-yelled, supposedly not to draw attention to the scene that was unfolding.

"You're trash, Zakary. Don't forget it!" Kale said, his first sentence harsh and cold, but his second sweet and concealing. He pushed me to the ground with force before walking away. I scramble to my feet, groaning as I do because I feel pain everywhere. 

'Another long day...'

Timeskip-

I rush out of my last class, eager to go home. The earlier I got home, the less chance my dad was awake to punish me. I did still feel down about what happened with Kale earlier, but this was more important. Far more important. I rush out of the school, ignoring how my body was screaming in pain, in protest to my movements. I glance at the time on my phone. If I kept up this pace, I could get home early, and my dad wouldn't be awake. He slept throughout the day, until I got home from school, because he was always out at nights. He had an alarm set for 5 minutes before I usually got home, but I could get home 10 minutes early today if I ignored all the pain I was in. I could make it home safely.

Timeskip-

I arrive at my house, checking the time on my phone. I ignore the messages and notifications, and see that I'm here 9 minutes early. I breath out in relief and step inside the house, careful to be quiet. My stomach growls softly, so I glance around before heading into the kitchen to grab a small snack. I settle on an apple and grab it, taking a few bites. It was sour, and didn't taste good, but no food tasted that good anymore. I slowly chew and swallow the bites before turning around, ready to go to my room. I was slapped harshly instead, which sent the apple flying out of my hand and sent me holding onto the counter.

"ZAK! Where were you last night, you didn't come home," My dad growled. When I didn't answer he grabbed me by my shoulders and forced me to face him. "Answer me." A short pause. "ANSWER ME!" He threw me back against the counter. "Where the hell were you, Zakary?"

"I-I" I heave, out of breath. He glares at me, waiting for me to finish. "I went to someone's house to finish a school project," I half-lie. He was going to hurt me anyways.

"You..." His last word was almost silent, but I knew he said something. Probably something about me. He grabbed me by my throat and raised me up into the air, beginning to choke me. I struggle, unable to break free or breath correctly. He began to speak, but I couldn't hear anything, I was too busy trying to get free, trying to get to safety. My vision started to blacken, and I felt lightheaded. My arms fell to my sides and I stopped struggling as I lost consciousness.

~~~NO ONE'S POV~~~

Zak's father panicked at the sight of Zak losing consciousness, dropping his son, which caused him to hit his head on the corner of the counter, drawing blood. Zak's father panicked even more and began to pace, trying to figure out what to do, how to hide his mess. He seemingly decided on something after a minute or two and grabbed Zak's shirt collar before beginning to drag him towards the staircase with ease. He began to drag the small boy up the staircase, paying no attention to the fact that Zak's head was getting hit on every step. Zak's father continued to drag Zak until he reached Zak's bedroom door and opened it, throwing Zak into the room, where Zak cut his leg on the edge of his bedframe, before closing the door and walking away like nothing happened. Zak's father was safe from having to face the consequences of his actions, and to him, that was all that mattered.

~A/N~

Woah, it's kinda short, but it's also kinda on time?

My question is how many of you did the title confuse?

Also, cliffhanger-

1208 words without A/N