Long way home. (Ziam) (BoyXBoy)

Two.

Zayn didn't really know what he dreaded more sometimes. School or home. Course he considered both of them hell holes, but in reality even though school was where he would get bullied and picked on, home was much more worse in comparison. Home was where his slut of a mother would bang married men, even with his father under the same roof as them. But his father was way too drugged up and wasted to even care, and if he did care, he would just take out all his anger on Zayn as if it was all his fault. His mother wouldn't do anything. She would just watch it all play off with a bored look and continue to fuck the guy, or just leave her husband to take care of what he was doing.

So in all honesty, Zayn would much rather be in school.

The rain begins to drizzle down on Zayn as he walks down the street to where his house is located at. His walking is bored and sluggish not wanting to get there at the slightest mood. School was the same old shit as any other day. Rude teachers, annoying jackasses, and the sluts. His posture is weak as his over weighed back pack is hurting his back.

Just a couple of minutes of more walking he gets to the front door of his house. He holds his breath as his hand touches the door knob. He lets his eyes shut closed as he prays that today his home life won't be as bad.

But of course the universe just happens to hate him.

He opens the door as softly as it can be humanly possible. His Hazel eyes skim the basic picture of his living room seeing empty beer cans and some left over coke on the coffee table. He knows his mom is home since he can hear her moaning coming from upstairs as the bed bumps into the wall every few seconds making him roll his eyes. He shuts the door, still trying to be quiet as he takes small yet quick foot steps leading up to the stairs before his father can come out from wherever the hell he is and yell at him for any new reason.

"Where have you been boy?" The raspy yet cold voice says, just as Zayn takes the first step on to the staircase. He mentally curses, staying in place as his hand clenches the bar of the stairs not speaking. "I asked you a fucking question!" His father spits, gripping the boy from his shirt and turning Zayn around to face his cold eyes.

"School." Zayn murmurs, his face nonchalant as always, as he looks at his father in the eyes.

The older man lets go of Zayn from his T shirt, making the boy stumble to his feet. "Pathetic." He sneers, walking away.

The boy with Hazel eyes quirks an eyebrow seeing the monster of a father he has disappear into the kitchen. His father never lets him go easy. Not at all.

'He's planning something.'

Zayn thinks, but then is cut off as he sees some man walking down the stairs. The guy is around his fifties with greying bed hair. His tie is undone as he quickly tries to fix it up. Must've been the guy his mother was fucking upstairs.

"Hm, well you're a pretty piece of work." The stranger speaks eyeing up the younger boy as he walks down the stairs passing Zayn.

The boy just rolls his eyes, ignoring the man as he hurries up the stairs before his father can come back, and maybe have time to finish his homework.

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"How much is he?" Zayn hears as he sits at his desk finishing up some math homework. It's been at least twenty minutes since he's gotten home.

"€500." His father voice speaks. Zayn clenches the pencil in his hands. He knew his father was acting too nice to him earlier. He should've known this was going to happen. It always happens.

When ever his parents are low on money for their sick addictions of alcohol and drugs, they bring in random guys to fuck Zayn. All for money. They don't give a shit anymore, never had never will.