Parts n' service

The plan

Tw: abuse, f slur, blood

Nick rolled on the floor holding his side. His dad kept hitting him. Every blow Nick got made his body more numb and more bruised. He was beat for 10 minutes then his dad finally let off of him. Nick was shaking and hugging himself on his floor. He felt something drip from his nose and he couldn't tell if it was blood or snot. "You little fag you're a disappointment to this family!" His dad said kicking him one more time and slamming the door on his way out.
Nick laid there holding back every ounce he could not to cry but he couldn't help it. Tears started to spring from his eyes. He couldn't stop crying for what felt like forever but he got a grip on himself. He slowly got up off his floor while every muscle in his body was telling him no.
He looked up and saw himself in his body mirror. His straight black hair was messy and sticking to his face while reddish green snot came from his nose. His eyes were red and the bruises were already showing up on his skin. The more he looked at himself the more angry he got.
I hate myself for crying.
I hate myself for letting my dad treat me like garbage.
He hit the mirror with just enough force to break it leaving his knuckles bloody.
And most of all I hate myself for thinking it would.. suddenly a sight came to his mind. It was Pete and him running away together in a nice car to live in a nice house far far away from here. He could be away from his dad, Freddy's, and everything in this town. He got up and his body protested but he wasn't going to stop now. He got up to his desk right next to his bed and started writing a note.
Nick wrote down everything he could say that would make Pete understand. He hoped that Pete wouldn't hate him for leaving but he had no choice. He folded the letter and put it in his emergency envelope that he was planning on using a week ago. He opened another drawer and took out a jar with all his money in it. He grabbed his backpack and took out all the useless work and journals for school and started stuffing clothes, his money, and grabbed his flashlight. Nick didn't have much and he definitely wasn't going back out there to get food. He thought he could pay for food on the way but in order to do that he needed a little more money.
As he packed the rest of his clothes in the bag he had a idea. He remembered seeing a small window on the far side of the building of Fritz's. There must be something valuable in there I could trade, he thought. And it was settled. Nick zipped up his bag and opened the window. Without looking behind him he crawled out and started to take his bike to Fritz's.