More Than Words. (BoyXBoy)

CHAPTER ONE

Mikey to the right <33333

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Mikey’s P.O.V

Darkness... I am surrounded by darkness, just how I wanted to be. The cold is bearable and I have started to like being able to turn around and see nothing but black. The silence has become my friend and I sigh with relief whenever I speak and get nothing in return.

Why can't my life be like this?

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I could feel myself slipping, falling. I tried like hell to grab and hold the darkness close to me and surround myself in it but it was useless. The light started to seep its way in and before I knew it I was jolting up from my spot on the floor and overwhelmed with a bright light.

I started to squint and curse as tears immediately formed and burned my eyes. I reached for the collar of my sweater and pulled it over my head, hiding away from the world.

I lay there for a couple more minutes before getting up and heading down stairs towards the bathroom. I walked in and shut the door softly then slowly turned around with my head still down. I took 3 deep breaths and lifted my head up to face the mirror.

The dark bruises around both eyes glared back at me and I took a step back. My lip was split and you could just see one or two bruises that hid beneath my clothes. I reached over and turned the water on.

I knew what to expect but that didn't stop the tears that streamed down my face as I lifted my shirt and stared down at my father’s handy work.

Scratches, bruises, cuts, burn marks covered my once creamy white skin and old scars were behind them. It has been going on for years now and I have no choice but to take the beatings. He is my father and I can understand why he does what he does. My mother, and the love of his life had passed away in an accident on the way to pick me up from school. It was my fault she had died.

I took one more glance at my reflection before stripping out of the remaining clothes and getting into the shower. I hissed a breath once the water touched my raw and injured skin. When will this ever stop? When will the beatings and pain ever stop?

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself then got dressed into a pair of black jeans, plain white shirt and a black hoodie. It was warm outside but I couldn't let people see the bruises. I fixed my hair so it covered most of both eyes then quickly walked out and towards the kitchen.

Dad was still asleep by the time I cooked him some break fest and left for school.

I'm not like all the other students who have a car or who have parents drop them off to school. I walk the 3kms with my body screaming in pain. The several bruises I had scattered around my legs and ribs ached and throbbed every time I took a step forward.

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I reached the school car park and watched as all the friends found each other and began talking. The cheerleaders joined the footballers and talked about an upcoming match next weekend. The Nerds joined and talked about a science fare. And so on. I gripped my hoodie and slowly walked forward, keeping my head down as I received my daily insults and pushes.

Oh, did I forget to mention that I am 'the' freak of the school? I pretend to be mute due to my father’s orders and I have now become an easy target to about everyone. Students younger than me punch and push me around. I get tripped in halls and my books are usually thrown around. My locker hasn't had one day without insults written all over it. Food is thrown at me in the cafeteria and the list goes on. I don't know what I ever di-

Suddenly I was thrown to the ground with a heavy object still on me. I could feel my possibly broken ribs scream in agony as tears automatically streamed down my face. My bruises just got some new friends. I couldn't hold the yelp that threatened to escape.

"Oh, sorry Mikey. We needed to practice for our upcoming game and I just... Ah, what do you call it? Oh! That's right, I seized the moment!" Aiden Walker explained as he slowly got off me, purposely tripping and landing back on me twice. I yelped and gripped my ribs as pain soared through them.

I could hear everyone laughing and his friends egging him on. I slowly turned around, not moving the position my arms were locked in and stared up at Aiden. I wasn't allowed to talk so I tried to put as much emotion I could into my eyes as I stared into his green ones, begging him to not do anything else.

He just smirked a second before his foot came smashing into my face and my body was thrown in the opposite direction.

Stars immediately danced around and all I could hear was laughter. I slowly turned onto my side and let the blood from my mouth and nose fall and spill onto the ground. I glanced up at Aiden who was staring down at me with an unreadable emotion. He wasn't smiling like the rest of his friends. He wasn't laughing or jumping around. He just stood there staring at me as if he regretted doing what he did.

I stared for a couple more seconds before shaking my head at him and slowly getting up. I winced, hissed and yelped at the pain it took for me to get back on my feet then I slowly walked forward and through the school doors. I was pushed by a few of Aiden’s friends and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to force the tears back.

I headed for the bathroom 3 classrooms away and as I opened the door I looked back at Aiden to see him staring at me with the creepiest grin I have ever seen. I jumped and ran inside the bathroom, locking it before sliding down and sitting against it.

Why was he grinning? Does he know something? What does he know? Does he know that I am being abused at home? Does he know that I can talk? Omg, omg, omg. I could feel sweat breaking out on my forehead as my breath started coming out as quick pants. I suddenly couldn't get enough air in. What if he knew that I was gay? Would he pick on me more or would he leave me alone because he is also gay? Omg, omg, omg.

What if he knows that I like him? Holy shit!

Everything started to go black and I didn't fight it. I felt at peace again.