Concrete Angel - dreamnotfound

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TW: Homophobia, ED, Abuse

George grunted as his phone alarm rang out. He picks it up with tired eyes reading that it is 7 in the morning. He regrets staying up past 1 last night watching his show. After all, his father could've heard him laughing and he would've punished him. Ever since he came out to his dad, he hasn't been the most supportive.

His father would repeatedly kick and hit George until he saw the bruises showing. He would scream slurs at the boy and completely destroy his confidence and trust for anyone. After the constant beatings and horrible names, he faked an eating disorder to get back at his father and try to make him feel bad. But overtime his father grew no empathy therefore, becoming serious and he never could have felt worse for himself.

George got up from his bed and walked to his bathroom. He tripped over a couple of thrown clothing on the floor, he sighed as he kicked them out of the way. George started the shower and waited for it to get warm. He took off his shirt that he wore to bed in front of the mirror, which he regretted. He's always tried to avoid looking at his reflection so he didn't have to remember what his father did to him.

"Boy, you did this to your own damn self!" His father yelled, as he kicked George's side.

"Please stop!" George only pleaded for his father to let him go.

"Why should I? Do you still want to suck dick?" His father stopped for a moment, catching his breath.

"Well-" George waited a moment to fully answer, flinching.

"Go on." George's father looked down at him.

"I-I guess, I don't know!" George cried.

"Then, I'll keep going, damnit!" His father continued.

He scanned his body and he pointed out each imperfection. He stood there for a second, shook his head, and walked into the shower.

After some time, George got out and dried himself off. He put on his blue sweatpants and his black hoodie. He sat in front of his mirror and dabbed the lightly tinted and thick liquid onto his neck and arms giving the effect that he had no bruising. He looked from all angles to see none of them showing. When he was satisfied with his work he picked up his backpack and grabbed his phone, walking out his bedroom door. He walked downstairs into the living room where his father sat on the couch. He attempted to walk by him and ignore his presence, but his father stopped him.

"Did you put that makeup shit on?" He spat.

"Yes." George said, revealing his neck and arms.

"You better have. I don't need that fucking school calling me." His father let him go, and went back to the couch.

George only nodded and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. As he was about to walk out the front door, his father had one last thing to say to him.

"Hey, don't suck any dick today, faggot."

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AN:

hello hello hello! I hope you hate george's dad as much as i do! anyways, let me know what you think about the very first chapter of concrete angel :) I'm excited to write this and grow as a writer. don't worry, the chapters will get a little longer.

if you have any suggestions or anything you want to say, feel free to comment.

drink water, if you haven't yet today.

kk byee!! <3