Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs || ʟ.s

Jerrek

TW// Bullying, violence, mentions of wounds, vomiting. 

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{Harry's pov}

I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, looking at myself in the dirty mirror. Bags under my eyes, cheekbones could be seen and a big bruise on my cheek. I looked at myself with disgust. Guess they were right. Everyone is. Always being pushed  against lockers, words getting thrown at my head, always the same. I tried to cover the visible bruises on my body with a bit of foundation, the best I could. After I was completely done, I walked out of the bathroom, grabbed my school bag from my room and walked downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, I saw my father sitting at the kitchen bar, sipping out of a cup of coffee. I looked at him, unsure if I wanted to come any closer to grab something to fill my empty stomach. I didn't want to risk myself getting hurt just before I needed to go to school. 

After a small battle in my head, whether I should just go for it or not, I quickly tried to get past him; keyword: tried. He grabbed my wrist, roughly turning around, making me face him. I looked up at him, my eyes wide open and filled with fear. Though, I could've seen it coming, I was still a bit surprised. 

''The house isn't clean enough, I still saw some blood on the floor. You need to clean better.'' My father said, looking down at me. 

''I-I-I'm sorry, I'll do it b-b-better nex-next time. P-p-promise.'' I mentally scolded myself for stuttering. 

''Promise?'' He laughed, not a nice laugh may I say. ''I'm done with your promises, you never keep them anyway!'' He yelled, slapping me in my face. It stung a lot, but I stayed my ground, as least I tried to. 

''What d-d-do you m-mean 'never keep them'? I d-do.'' I pointed out, trying to make him see the truth. But the only thing he saw were lies. He always turned the truth into something completely different.

''I expect you to come home right after school and clean up this whole house. I'll check when I get home. If I'm not satisfied, you won't be getting of your room for at least a week.'' He threatened. 

''O-okay, I will.'' With that, I quickly got out of the house, forgetting about breakfast, and ran to school. I was about halfway, when I got a weird feeling. Like someone was watching me, like a pair of eyes burning the side of my head. I stopped running, completely out of breath and checked my surroundings. I didn't see anything unusual. So, with that I shrugged it off and resumed walking to school. 

When I arrived at school, I walked through the gates onto the school grounds and made my way inside. I went to my locker, on the complete other side of the school and dumped my not needed stuff. When I turned around, I saw the jerks, Derek and Jerry, standing in front of me; really close, may I say, with evil smirks on their faces. I could feel the colour draining from my face, a lump forming in my throat. 

''Hello there, Harold. How's your dad?'' The taller one out of the two, Jerry, said. 

''Yeah, how's that old man of yours? You know what he has been doing lately?'' Derek smirked.

''Uhm... W-what do you mean?'' I stuttered, while trying to walk around them, with no luck. 

They took a step forward, which made me take a step backwards. ''Just like I asked.'' Derek bent down a little, to face me better. 

I started to get that anxious feeling again. My hands began to sweat and the lump in my throat got bigger, making it harder to breath. My heart pounding fast in my chest, I tried to calm myself down, but luck wasn't on my side like any other day. My breathing laboured, it came out short and I wheezed a bit. My stomach spinning around, making me feel nauseous. I was sure nothing was in my stomach, but the fact I pushed past the two jerks and ran to the toilets to throw up, proved me wrong. Maybe it was still some spinach from last night, as the vomit laying toilet was green. 

I groaned when I heard the door to the stall I was in opening, knowing Derek and Jerry followed me. ''Did you just actually threw up?'' I heard Derek say. It was funny how Derek's voice was much lower than Jerry's. They both laughed when I faced them, I probably looked worse than a zombie. I hissed in pain when Jerry grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back. ''You're absolutely disgusting... You know that?'' He spit in my face. Derek kicked once in the stomach before they both left. 

I just lay there on the cold, hard ground. I felt weak, my muscles didn't listen to what I wanted. I tried to stand up but I just couldn't move. I didn't know how long I exactly lay there, but I counted the times the bell rang. It was 6 times. Which means I missed three lessons already. Great, now I probably get detention and I won't be home at the time my father expects me to be. And they'll probably call him. 

Why?

Why does my life need to suck so much?

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Hey sunshines!

How are y'all doing?

What do you think of Jerrek? (Derek + Jerry). Nice story, Loortjuhh accidentally said this instead of Jerry, so that's how we came up with the ship name!

Any thoughts?

Take care of yourself and be kind!

~ N & L