Surviving life .

Chapter 2

-Alex POV -

It took me a while to get home. Considering the fact that I was limping and barely able to walk.

I stood at my front door and froze as I heard yelling, I knew that if I walked in I will be hurt mentally and physically. But even if I walked away I will get hurt eventually. "so why not get it over with now" I thought.

I walked in and tried to go to my room as fast as I can but my plans never work. "I'm a genius yet non of my plans work, the irony."

I saw my dad the moment i walked in. He had an unreadable expression, anger mixed with rage. And somehow my legs forgot how to be legs, I stumbled and fell rather lightly as my hands broke my fell.

He crouched down to me with a smirk, and yelled about me being late and a freak and just shouted, mostly blocking out what he said and even though I tried to explain but the moment I opened my mouth I was slapped. And it tore the inside of my mouth as my cheeks hit my teeth.

"well iron isn't my favorite but I guess it will do." My sarcasm resulted in another slap followed by few kicks

He finally left me on the floor like a cold puppy. I got up with whatever strength i got left in me and dragged my bruised up body to my room.

"Guess lunch is blood with a side dish of pain. And maybe some pills for desserts?" I said to myself. As i lock my room shut and undress to see the damage.

"Why is everyone kicking my side? Seriously people what did my side ever do ?"

i run my fingers across the newly formed bruises and sense the pain with every breath i take .

It all seems too extreme but I'm so used to it. It doesn't seem like it's any where near extreme.

I threw myself on my bed and man did it hurt. I lied on my bed just staring at the ceiling but I quickly stood up which made me dizzy.

I made my way to my desk and dragged my back bag with me. A million thoughts running through my mind but i have to finish my school work.

Even though I was a quiet student, I was an A+ student. I always thought that something makes up for the other I guess. If dad's gonna hate me. Then let's not make it about school.
"But it doesn't matter does it? He will hate me no matter what"

I got ready for bed at 8:30pm, but i didnt sleep at 8:30 i was up till 3:20am I think. Well what can I do my mind refuses to shut off. Thinking back on everything that happened today. It Isn't alway as intense, but there are days like that and there are days where it's so peaceful I'd start to question reality .

Jake isn't your average dumb jock. Hes actually pretty smart. He seemed weird. He did stop after he saw my stomach.

"Alex, who are you kidding? Him stopping is a coincidence, he still hates you, will most probably hit you tomorrow." I let out an incoherent laugh, how did my life turn into this mess ?

"Did he feel sorry so he stopped
No way, it's impossible."

Jake still on my mind even after the pep-talk i gave myself.

he was probably disgusted with what he saw . He didn't laugh at me too. Maybe he stopped because we made eye contact? Maybe my eyes were that awful. Im probably over thinking and it's getting late.

I look at the photo of my mom on the bed stand.

"goodnight Mom. I'm sorry. "