It all went downhill (boyxboy)

Part 5- The first hit.

Zero's POV

After I dropped Benji off at his house, I drove back to my house. Slowly walking up the squeaky stairs, I made it into my room without waking up my stepdad who I assume is fast asleep in his room. I took off my shoes, socks, rings, and pants and fell into my bed. If I wasn't so sleepy I would have probably taken another shower but I was too sleepy so I was knocked out before I could even think about it.

"WAKE UP ZERO!" I heard someone scream out at me. I quickly woke up with shock and panic as I tried to readjust my eyes to the sudden brightness of my room. "What's happening?!" I asked very perplexed and with shaky hands due to the suddenness of everything. "You think you can just walk into this house at any time you want!" He said in a loud angry tone. "Sorry I lost track of time." I answered honestly. "I called you a thousand times and you didn't answer any of it!" "You did, my phone must have died, sorry." I tried to stay respectful because I was too tired to argue and I just wanted him to leave. "Well since you can't answer your phone give me your phone, and you're grounded!" he said in the same loud tone. "Dad, please don't take it I need it." I begged, I did need it which teen doesn't, plus I text or face time Benji when I'm home alone. "Don't call me dad, you disgusting piece of shit!" He said very sternly and angry. I looked at him with very hurt-filled eyes. Why would he just say that? I didn't do anything that bad. "W-why would y-you just say t-that?" I asked as my eyes started to wail up with tears. "Because you are a stupid ass boy and because of you my daughter is dead!" he said as he grabbed the liquor bottle that he sat down on my bedside table. Oh my gosh, he's drunk, I didn't even notice that bottle on there until now. That might be why he's saying all those things, right? "Your drunk dad you don't mean it." I tried to explain as tears still run down my cheeks. "Yes, I do!" he said again with no hesitation. "No, you don't!" I shouted as well, mostly out of fear that the only family member I had left doesn't want me anymore. "YES I DO!" he screamed it this time and before I knew it the back of his left hand connected to the right side of my face with great force. I yelped in pain as I became disoriented in what just happened. "Stop questioning me boy, your lucky I'm still letting you live here!" He said as he walked out of the room very clumsily.

What the hell just happened? I didn't even realize that my face was beaming red because my adrenaline was extremely high. Did he just slap me? He has never done that before, why would he do that. Does he not love me anymore? I knew how pathetic that sounded but I needed him to still love me, he is the only remaining family I have. He's right it is my fault that his daughter is dead. I know how hard it was for them to finally be able to make a child cause they were trying for years before Zoe was finally born. I took away his only child because of my stupid anger issues. I hate myself so much. I started to hit myself on my head again cause I felt that I deserved to be in more pain. I cried like a little bitch that night. I cried enough to fill the entire Bikini bottom. I cried myself to sleep cause what else can I do.

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Today I woke up before my alarm clock. It's Monday morning and honestly, I can't wait for school. I just need to get out of this house. My stepdad didn't talk to me all yesterday he wasn't even at home. I'm still trying to make up excuses in my head for what happened that early Saturday morning but I'm just settling on the fact that he was drunk, and trying to make myself believe that it was a one-time thing. I go to my bathroom to do my usual morning routine and as I looked up I saw a big bruise on the right side of my face. I sigh in annoyance because I thought it would have been gone by now. How I'm I going to cover this up, I thought to myself. I don't have makeup but maybe I can find some of my mom's old ones. I sneakily went into my parent's room, first making sure that my dad wasn't in there. When I saw that the coast was clear, I quickly went into their bathroom which was connected to their room. I went to my mom's side of the sink and started to ramble through her stuff in hopes of finding something that could help me cover this bruise. Slowly my mind started to bring back some memories of me and my mom. "Mommy can you straighten my hair I want it to look straight." 8-year old me asked my mom as I came into her bathroom while she was putting on makeup. "Why would you want me to do that, it's going to ruin your beautiful curls." She asked inquisitively as she runs her finger through my hair. "I want to look like my other friends." I told her with a pouting face. "Honey, your hair is part of what makes you unique. You get your hair from my dad's side of the family. It's part of your Italian culture. Honey, your hair is beautiful and I promise one day you'll appreciate it for all its glory."