Just On Time (Jayy Von Monroe Fanfic) (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One: Bewitched

Chapter One :D Hope you guys LOVE it :D

*Damon's P.O.V*

Another sharp kick to my stomach caused yet again, blood to spurt from my mouth. I had the crimson blood dripping down my lip and the metallic taste was god damn awful. "God! You filthy fag! You're not my son! And neither is your good for nothing sister! Just like you! At least she's not a fucking fag!" my father yelled and I saw my little sister Alex cowering in the corner of the room behind a chair and I gave her a look that said 'go to Dakota's' I've given the poor dirty-blond so many of those looks, she knew immediately what it meant.

I herd the front door shut, just as another one of my father's powerful kicks hit me in the nose. "Get up. Now!" my father demanded and I did as he said. He grabbed the hood of my jacket and pinned to the wall, the back of my neck pushing into a frame of a picture. I winced and shut my eyes tightly as I saw my father draw back his fist, his knuckle's white from clenching his fist so hard.

I yelped so god damn loudly, even I winced at the high pitched sound, when my father's fist came crashing down onto my nose and the bottom of my eye. A crack echoed around the dark house and blood came splashing out of my nose and onto my black hoodie. The black coloring absorbed the blood quickly so it only looked like a water spill, but my pale neck said other wise. It was a sickening crimson and you could see a branch of blood disappear into my hoodie and down my collar bone.

Suddenly, I felt the wood floor come crashing into contact with my feet and I knew my father had dropped me. I lay on my stomach breathing heavily from the attack, but it wasn't over yet. I felt myself being flipped over onto my back and I looked up into the evil eyes of my father.

"You'll regret ever being gay." he growled and grabbed my face in his monstrous hand and yanked it to the left so that my right cheek was smashed against the cold wooden flooring. "Don't. Fucking. Move." my father hissed into my ear, and fear shot through my spine all the way down to the tips of my toes and I shivered from the sudden drop of temperature that never happened.

Suddenly, a cold piece of sharp metal came in contact with my wrist and I gasped at the unforgivable contact. I felt the metal tear across my wrist and I yelped just as loudly as last time. The stinging pain burned my skin and I was breathing heavily from how much pain I was experiencing.

"This should teach you a lesson." my father said and pushed off of me and I watched his black shoe's walk away as I laid there in pain.

Eventually though, I gathered myself up and pushed off of the floor into a standing position.

I wobbled for a minute and felt light headed from the loss of blood. I looked down at my wrist and saw a huge gash right there and I groaned. I limped to the front door, and pulled it open. The crisp night air greeted me, and I took in a big breath of the fresh air. I silently closed the door behind me as I walked off of the porch and walked down the lawn to the sidewalk. I looked up into the night sky and looked at all the twinkling stars surrounding the silver moon.

"Why me?" I wondered aloud before walking down the street and to my best friend since middle school, Dakota Riddle's house.

I knocked on the door, but winced at the pain it brought me, so I rang the door bell instead. There was some rustling behind the door, but it soon opened and a smiling Dakota was looking at me with Alex balanced on her shoulder's.

Her smile instantly faded once she saw me though, and she sat Alex down on the ground just as my vision began getting fuzzier and darker. "Dear lord Damon." Dakota gasped and quickly grabbed me, sensing that I was about to topple over. She helped me to her couch and gently laid me down on it. I had a feeling that she would be a great mother some day as I watched her run off to the bathroom, her big blue hair flying behind her.