Sleeping without you (a Phanfiction)

Family Meeting

I heard the door slam.

Crap. My family is home.

I quickly scrambled for the door and walked downstairs to face my older brother stood in my way.

"Move out my way Ben." I sighed as I tried to push past him.

"Not getting off that easily," he laughed in his usual deep voice, sending shivers down my spine. I hated him with a deep burning passion.

I sighed and ducked under his arm, then strolled into the kitchen and saw everyone, except Ben, sat around the kitchen table looking stern. Gulping, I sat down next to my younger brother and hoped for the best.

"Family meeting." My father exclaimed sternly, his booming voice making the walls seem to shake.

My dad is a very religious man, he rarely misses church and says prayers every night and used to drag me along with him. I never believed in God or anything religious really. Let me put it this way, if God was real, wars wouldn't really happen, death of innocent people who have done nothing but good wouldn't happen! But here we are now my father going on about church like a bird that would never stop chirping it's blissful tune.

"I've had enough with certain types of people!" He shouted, slamming his fist onto the table so much that my younger brother began to whimper slightly. The rest of my family looked confused, yet I know exactly what he was talking about. He went for a big business meeting in London and-

My father blocked my train of thought and cleared my thought up for me. "I saw a gay pride parade..." He lowered his voice to a cold whisper. The iciness that was hanging of his every word made me shiver with cold, yet my anger was burning... No, it was rage.

The rage inside of me burned from the inside out until I couldn't take it. "That's it!" I screamed at my family, I regretted this but there was no turning back.

My voice raised, the tension raised, my father began to rise out of his chair...

He grabbed me by the forearm, making me wince in pain,because I have a bruise there, and dragged me into my room and slammed the door.

He stomped towards me, making me back into a corner more and more. He stopped about a few inches away from me.

The screams being forced into my presence by this man were nothing but a mumbled voice and flecks of spit compared to my thoughts that were ringing so much it hurt.

Then it happened... I knew it would lead to this. It always does.

His huge hand lifted into the air and time seemed to go in slow motion. His skin got closer towards me face as he slapped me, causing me to topple over and fall into the side of my wardrobe, hitting my head on the way down.

As I lay there, praying for him to be gone. A sharp pain in my stomach made me realise he wasn't gone.

A lot more kicks and he left slamming the door behind him.

I tried to stand up the best I could, my stomach was made uneasy due to all this pain. I stumbled over to my bed and fumbled for my phone. I pulled it out from under my pillow and pressed the on button.

I was going to text someone then I wondered, why?

Why I bother? Why I'm still here? Why am I never 'good enough' for anyone?

I gulped as I walked into the bathroom and locked the door, I'm not coming out for a while anyway.

I looked behind the mirror that was nailed into the wall, and there it was.

Balancing on top of the mirror, almost out of sight of reach was the shiny silver object.

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A/N: hey guys :)
Just so you know I have nothing against gays if it came across like that in this chapter, it is just important for his family to be like this due to the story line.

Sorry for the lack of updates ;-;
I'll try to update more

*hands you a cookie* thanks for reading!

~ Amaya ^_^