☆not the whole truth☆ Byler ◇FINISHED◇

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*wills pov*
Once we arrived at lonnies house, the smell of beer hit my right in the face. "Woah dad, have you been drinking?" He scoffed, "not sure why that's any of your business." So he was drinking, it's just like when he lived at home.

He bent down to look me in the eye, "okay kid, let's get some things straight while you're living here." I chuckled. "Whats so funny smartass?" He said, putting his hands on his hips. I laughed again, that really ticked him off. He slapped me in the face, a ring that was on his finger left a cut.

"Not so funny now, hu?" He said, now he was laughing. "Anyway, back to what I was saying, I have four ground rules. 1. No fagging around 2. No contact with your mother 3. No friends over, if you even have any 4. You do as I say, when I say it. Got that?" I look at him, "you can't be serious? What do you mean I can't talk to mom?"

He slaps me again, this time, he slaps me so hard it knocks me to the ground. "Hey! I didn’t ask if you liked the rules or not!" I stood back up, seeing stars as I did. "If you don't follow the rules, you get punished." He scoffs, the walks away, kicking my feet from out underneath me as he does.

I sit on the floor for a minute, then get up and move into the closet which would now be my room. I get my stuff down and lay down on the air mattress. Of all things that could happen now, why this? I want to go home, I want to see Mike again, I don't want to be here anymore. I jump when I hear a scream, "Hey kid? Get me a beer."

I really don't want to but I do it anyway. I get up and walk to the fridge that's full of beer and other random junk. I take a beer can and walk to him. He stands and punches me in the face, making me fall "that's for taking too long." Then he kicked me in the stomach, "and that's for getting the wrong beer." His voice was contorted in such a way that he sounded like he could speak a full sentence with one word. He opens the can and chugs it, throwing the empty can at me.

I get back up and speed walk to the fridge, getting a beer that was in a bottle now, then I grab a second one and slip it under my shirt. I quickly hand my father his beer then run to my make shift room. I wanna to know what beer tasted like, given that I've never had it before. 

I open the top and smell it, it smells sweet, but kind of caramel like. I sip it, and immediately spit it out. It was awfully bitter and kind of sour. I wish I could taste the way ot smelled. I wonder, if I drink this all, could i forget about everything that's going on.

The thought turns into action as i plug my nose and chug the rest of it, hiding the bottle in my back pack. The bitter taste stings my mouth, but I can't remember why I was so worried. I lay my head down and gradually fall asleep.

I wake up and go to the kitchen to find something to eat. In the distance, I hear someone walk down the hall, I grab a knife off the block, knowing my father was a work. As the person turns the corner, I swing the knife at them, missing. I look to see... Mike?

"Will! What the hell?!" Mike screams. Holy shit, "Oh my god Mike, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it! I didn’t mean it! Please Mike, I'm so sorry!" Mike laughs, except, it's not his usual laugh, it's cold and lifeless. "Wow Byers, didn't think you'd try to kill me, your own boyfriend, but let's face it, you're destined to be like him someday." "Who?" The only person he could be talking about it, "your dad."

"Mike, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" But he didn't listen, he just walked past me, muttering, "we are done." Under his breath. I drop to the floor, clutching my chest. Why was he even here? I can't breathe. I didn't mean to. I can't breathe! Will I really be just like my dad? I CANT BREATH! why would Mike blow up over this? I CANT FUCKING BREATH!

I shoot up from my bed, breathing heavily. My head was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach. I stood up and ran to the bathroom, spilling what little I had in there, out. I look in the mirror. I look pale, very thin. I have three massive bruises on my face with cuts on each one from his ring. I lift my shirt and I see a yellow bruise. And I have bruises on my knees and up my thigh from falling on the floor.

I will never drink again.

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