Married To My Bully 2

Chapter 6

10 years ago

Author's POV

A scrawny boy is walking through a desolate street that leads to his school. He is seventeen but looks hardly 15 due to his boney face and lean body. The boy trudges on, stomping over dry yellow leaves. Round frame eyeglasses sitting over his nose, a black hoody covering most part of his face along with his unkempt black hair that he hasn't washed for the last two weeks. His thin legs are clad in an overused pair of blue jeans, hanging loose and looks baggy, owing to his scraggy frame. His face has a blank expression. His tired grey eyes, hollow of any emotions but filled with water. The water alluding towards his sleepless nights. The demons of his past have this habit of haunting him in the night.

The boy clutches hard at the strap of his bag when the red building comes into his sight. Eyes downcast, he wills his legs to step forward towards the high school that, somehow, has become his personal hell.

Just one more year and then this will get over.

He chants the sentence like a spell.

He has no dreams only nightmares. Nightmares of his past. He doesn't remember the last time he slept peacefully. Or the day he ate to his heart content. He doesn't eat much. Every time he lifts the spoon, the spine-chilling image of his sperm-donor lying in his pool of blood flashes before his eyes, killing his appetite.

He doesn't care how he looks. All that bothers him is what he sees. No matter how much he tries but can't shake the image of him shooting his father off his mind. And the image of blood in his hand. Something that had happened about five years ago.

Mr. Knight didn't hand him over to the police nor sell him off to his mother. His mother didn't even know that her son was being prostituted by his own father. She was lost in her own grief. The grief of being sold like a good by her own husband. The boy knew that and so he never told her. He kept it to himself and let it taint his innocent soul piece by piece.

But one day he had to bring it out. He had to divulge his hideous secret to Mr. Knight when he caught him with that gun. Shame washed over him when he uttered the words he had sworn to never speak. Words that made him feel dirty. He couldn't delineate much as shame and fear robbed him off of his voice soon enough. He remembers how Mr. Knight's eyes glistened when he learned about his secret. He kissed him on his forehead and pulled him into a comforting hug.

Mr. Knight saved him from the police but couldn't save him from nightmares and guilt that haunted him relentlessly since that fateful day. Sucking the life out of him.

He and his mother moved to LA with Mr. Knight after the incident. His mother thought that the change of location will help his son to get out of the trauma. But unfortunately, it didn't happen.

Things worsened when he got enrolled in one of the eminent highschools of LA. the school for rich kids. Mr. Knight wanted him to have the best education but that turned out to be one of his worse decisions. The affluent kids started picking on him for his idiosyncrasies. His dull clothes and painfully thin frame made him stand out among the crowd. His reserve nature and apprehensions barred him from making any friend. All in all, he had no one he could call a friend. The boy slowly started to slip into depression. What worse, he didn't even know that.

Today is the beginning of his last year. He can't wait for this year to get over already. It's not that he is not a good student. The book is the only place where he finds solace. The books allow him a short escape from his reality and his destructive mind. And that's why he spends most of his time in the library to seek an escape. He is a bright student as he has no friends to distract him from his study. Nothing to look forward to.