Breaking Free

Chapter 2

~3:25~

I'm home now, and I look around for my dad, Lucas. I never call him "dad". Hes not my dad and he never will be. My family is pretty fucked up. I keep my converse on because I might need to run out of the house, its happened before. I keep looking and unfortunately my Iphone went off.
Ring.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Oh Levi! Your home!" I hear Lucas call.

Tears filled in my eyes as I was scared to see what he would do today.

"You look really nice today! You don't even look 17." He kept speaking.

"Um..thanks?" I replied.

"You hungry? I made your favorite, chicken alfredo!" He asked me.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes! Now eat! You look like you haven't eaten in days."

"That's because I haven't." I mumbled darkly.

I took a bite of the food. It was oddly dry and I took a sip of the water that was next to me an-

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I woke up in a chair. Hands behind my back, fuck, what is he gonna do now?

"Oh Leviii?" Lucas sang and waved my phone is my face.

"Some guy was texting, huh?"

"You fucking slut!"
He slapped me.

"I bet you this guy doesn't even like you he just feels sorry for you like everyone else!"
He kicked me in the stomach.

"His name is Luke? Okay, have you been over his house or had sex or something like that?"

"No I never did! He's a friend of mine!" I yelled.

"Oh since when have you had friends?"

That one stung more than when he slapped me. Does Luke really like me? Or does he just feel bad?

He untied me and let me go to my room.

I cried and cried and cried. Until I did something I promised Steve I would never do. I cut.

All over my wrists, there was blood everywhere. I keep cleaning stuff in my room because I knew this day would come. I'm such a failure.

I wrapped my arms up, and layed in bed. Finally at peace.