Bad Ideas •TomBoo•

Chapter 3 - Home Life

TW - Cursing, Mention Of Sex, Abuse

~Ranboo's Pov~

I opened my eyes to be met with a snow-white ceiling. I turned my head slightly to my left and saw no one.

Immediately after I felt a strong sharp pain in my head and entire body.

I took a better look at the room and noticed it was mine. When did I?..

I sat up slowly in my purple sheet bed with quite a struggle. My body felt so sore, my thighs felt like they didn't even exist.

"I love you"

The voice rang in my head.

I held my head in my hands as the memories of last night all rushed in like a train. Some felt cold and some felt warm.

Some felt wrong and some felt right.

I could hear the voice of a familiar blond boy in my ears when I remembered.

My head pounded hard.

One of my hands ran down my neck which also felt sore but somehow felt fresh. That isn't a bad thing, right?

God, my parents will kill me if they find out. Who even took me home?

Hate is worse than death

That doesn't matter right now, I need water, my head hurts.

I got up slowly but painfully. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, the same itchy jeans and jacket that were messily put on.

When I got off of my bed I immediately fell. My sore legs folded.

"Well shit"

I tried to stand back up and walk to the bathroom very slowly and carefully.

I went into my room's bathroom and took a good look in the mirror. The hickeys were a very deep purple, almost like bruises.

This wasn't good. I needed to cover them up before I went downstairs.

I opened one of the drawers in the bathroom to find a pack of make-up I used to wear when...I wasn't a boy.

I looked at the mirror again.

I hated the fact that I looked like a girl, and so did my parents. But for some reason when I changed, it hurt, it felt like it was forced.

Almost felt like they hated me for being a girl before I changed to a boy.

I had gotten surgery when I was about 12, I got it in my upper part but I never got the bottom half.

I shook my head which I instantly regretted with a similar sharp pain in my head. But anything to get me out of those thoughts.

I grabbed the biggest brush and brushed it up against the makeup similar enough to my skin.

I placed the brush and its makeup in every spot that was seeable.

Once I finished I washed my hands, free from makeup dust that ended up there.

I sighed and looked up to the mirror, I noticed the heavy bags under my eyes. The dead color in my eyes.

"Ranboo! You have work!"

My father

I gritted my teeth as soon as I heard the voice.

I clenched my fist into a ball shape, I rolled my eyes.
No one was watching me but I felt free to do it.

"I'm going!" I yelled back.

How was I going to go to work with my thighs all fucked up? I'll fall and die before I even make it to the workplace.

It's too late to ask someone to cover for me, it was a Saturday too, the busiest day.

I juggled my opinions as I slowly walked around getting my clothes.

I got my working outfit which was a light brown sweater that had a turtle neck, I also wore it with black pants.

I brushed my hair quickly and brushed my teeth as fast as I could.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I was able to stand better than before, even walk. But that didn't change the fact that my legs were still very sore.

"Ranboo hurry up!" I heard a horrible voice call again.

He only cares about the money

Yeah no shit, what the fuck did you think he cared about? My health? My work? My helpfulness?

In my fucking daydreams that don't last for a second.

I grabbed my black mask off of my desk and put it on. I walked out of my bedroom door, I went down the stairs.

My 'dad' was sitting on the couch watching the Tv as if he didn't have arms or legs. Not even a need for existence.

And god I wish it was like that.

I wish none of this existed.

"I'm leaving now," I said taking my wallet from the front door table.

"Come here first"

"But I'm going to be a-" I was cut off.

"I didn't ask, now come here," He said coldly.

I already knew what was going to happen. I let out a sigh and walked over to the living room.

I stood by some pictures of me and my family when we were younger, happier.

"I told you to stop wearing that fucking mask didn't I?" He snapped at me.

I rolled my eyes, the happy days were over. That's the end of it. There's no other way to put it other than that.

"Can you mind you're own fucking business? I don't give a shit about what you say" I snapped back rudely.

"Know who you're talking to freak! I'm your father!" He gripped the end of the couch.

"Yeah? I fucking doubt it, you don't even remember my name do you?"

He stayed silent but looked at me in absolute anger.

I sighed and took out my phone to look at the time, I was probably late.

8:23 am

Well, I'm not late yet.

But I will be if I miss the bus like last time this happened.

"I'm going to go, don't drink too much beer asshole" I spat at him.

"This is why I told your mother to kill you when we had the chance"

She's dead because of...

"Well guess what, I'm glad she didn't, but now she's fucking dead because of people like you"

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~aUtHoRs cRiB iS pAsT bEd TiMe LOl~

I haven't slept in 4 days lmao, anyways have a good day and take care of yourselves!

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