A furry world (abused male reader x female furries)

Ch. 1 Trauma

Y/n's POV

I woke up to the sound of the blaring alarm that ruined my best dream I ever had. That dream was perhaps way better than my life at the moment. In reality, I had to live with a hateful family which I don't even call my family. They're rather careless, neglectful and abusive.

I had gotten ready for school as I made myself toast with cream cheese. It was all interrupted by the stomping footsteps of my so called dad.

"What the fuck do ya doin aye?!" He called out.

"Just making myself some breakfast" I said quietly.

"Why aren't ya making breakfast for me as well?!"

"I'm not your maid, why can't you get up your lazy ass and do it yourself."

"WHAT WAS THAT YER SAID?! I GET SOMETHING RIGHT OUTTA YA!!!"

I stormed up to me and delivered a punch to my stomach. I was wheezing for some air but another punch landed on my face causing my nose to bleed. I tried getting up but dad shoved me down and proceeded to whip me with the belt. The crack of the belt smacked my skin and coated it in reddening agony. He had stopped after 14 whips and took my toast out from the toaster.

"Next time cook some meals in this house Ya UNDERSTAND NOW?!" I coughed up from my bruised body and stood on my hind legs trembling from the ongoing suffering. He ate my toast as he left the house.

I feel like all of this was yesterday. All the verbal insults, physical harassment and neglect they have for me. What did I do wrong? What cause them to treat me like this?

Flashback to youth

"You're brainless! You're stupid! You're no child of mine!!!" Dad yelled as he slapped me with his belt. I always cower and cry about how worthless I really am. He pushed me down and started kicking my stomach. I coughed up blood and Dad yelled at me for making a mess in the kitchen. Clearly he was the one who made me go through all of this pain. Dad is just as cruel as Mom. She would do the same thing to me but verbally and emotionally.

"Stop crying like a little bitch!" Mom yelled. I couldn't help myself but cry out especially I was very young. I hate my mom to the bone for every word that comes out of her mouth. I was the only child yet I didn't do anything wrong to deserve this. "My life would be much more easier if you weren't born in the first place!" She continues to squeal. I'm always in a world of pain throughout my life with them. Don't even get me started from the beginning of school. I hated memories and teachers that were blind and deaf to every situation I was in.

"Why aren't you reading your book Y/n?!" My first grade teacher checked me. I didn't say anything rather than 'uhh' and 'umm'. "That is extra homework and a call home for tonight. If you fail my class, I'll get to see you again soon." I could hear my classmates giggling and whispering about my stupidity. Well, you wouldn't see my home if you get to experience what I experienced.

"Hahaha, you got no friends" one boy taunted at me. "Eww you're ugly" one girl joined him. They pointed at me as they make fun of me. I felt a shove as I hit the ground. Most of not all the kids in the playground gathered around to see what has happened, and knew right away that this is one of those days in elementary school is. it was when that one kid got on top of me and started punching me.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" They all chanted

I got back up and just as I know it, a blonde haired kid punched at my face. Blood spilled from my nose and mouth as I backed into a pole with that kid still attacking me. He started yanking my hair back as I screamed out in pain. The kids cheered as this kid was destroying me, but I wasn't going to let this happen. I broke away from his grip and ran to the stairs that led to one of the slides. With that blonde haired boy on my tail, I tried to lose him as I climbed onto the monkey bars. He eventually grabbed onto my foot, with a response I kicked his face causing him to stumble back. He fell down the stairs as he splashed down on the mud.

"Oooooohhhhh" the kids groaned. That kid then started wailing out as teachers break up the stance. When they realized what had happened, they grabbed me by my arms and stormed me out of the playground.

"Recess is over early!"  One of the teachers shouted

"Aaaawwwww" the 1st graders groaned. They escorted the blonde kid to the nurses office while I got sent to the principals office. That kid got away with it while I was left suffering from cruel punishments. People getting away with everything and I'm the only one to be blamed for. My life has always been like this growing up.

Even when a special day like their anniversary or my birthday, they always leave me alone with nothing to eat and leave the house messy for me to clean. I would go through their stuff to find any sort of money and go to a nearby store, purchasing a small cake to cope myself away from loneliness and depression. Since then it didn't work.

Flashback ends

Constantly being harassed by my peers and fake family, no one would sympathize nor understand how hard my life has become. I'm always in the state of pain and trauma down to the very bone. I couldn't help but get more and more aggravated as time went on. The feeling of soon striking them back and at everyone who despised me but I always push it aside and wept til my eyes were red.

Being a junior in high school was a serious business with its coarse of AP testing and SATs which is a real pain in the ass. I wouldn't get much as support from anyone as they all treat me like an outcast, not even the nerds or quiet kids will talk to me. Besides all I have is a worn down image of my life.

I walked out of the house with bruises and and an empty stomach for the 147 day in a row. I still can't get the past over from my mind since their abuse always reminds me back in the days. Sighing away from my stressed mindset and entered the notorious place on earth. School.

To be continued...