How my life changed

Chapter 6

Hiccup's P.o.v.

I groaned quietly and opened my eyes. I must have fallen asleep... Slowly I looked down to my hands. The Skittles... Thanks Jack. I smiled softly and sat up. My head still was hurting a lot and I felt dizzy. Sighing, I looked around and noticed the razor blade on the floor. I took it and got up. Maybe... there is a reason for Jack that he gave me this food...? I decided to put the blade back in its place in the cupboard, even if I knew that I'm probably going to use it either way pretty soon... but not today.

After I took a shower I put my clothes back on and stuffed the empty Skittles bag in my bag. Slowly, I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it. I looked around. It is pretty quiet... Is Pitch still gone? What time is it? I let my eyes wander to the clock on the wall and sighed. 11 P.m.... Pitch probably is already back...

I left the bathroom with my bag in my hand. Then I quietly crept to the bedroom and didn't even dare to turn on the light, even when I knew that Pitch was in the living room. I could hear the TV. I sat down on the hard bed frame and looked at my bag... Still broken. I should better fix it before I get in trouble again... I got up and wobbled a little. My head felt like it was exploding and my vision blurred. I waited a moment, until everything became a bit better again, and knelt down in front of the cabinet and opened a drawer. After I searched a bit through it I found the sewing kit and pulled myself back to my bag. When I started to sew it, it became quiet. He probably must have turned off the TV... and now...

I sighed and tried to concentrate on the sewing while I heard the door open. Pitch sighed annoyed when he saw me but gave me no more attention after that.

When I remember how he used to be... Loving, caring, nice and protecting... But when I refused to have sex with him because I thought that it was way too early for that, he went crazy. He threw things at me and threatened me with a knife. I managed to make him put the knife away and although he seemed to have calmed down, I was wrong. Shortly after, he hit me for the first time. Of course he apologized the next day and everything was good again but... a few weeks later, he punched me again. This time because I had forgotten to go get food for us. He apologized again. Then for a long time there was nothing. It was all peaceful again and Pitch seemed to have come back to his old self. But again, I was wrong. One day I met my friends and we went to eat something. We had fun and it was great, but I had forgotten to tell Pitch. When I came home, he was already waiting for me and started to beat me up. All the time he shouted that he would have cheated on him and that I would have met with another woman. Although he knew that I was gay. He punched me until I fainted. When I woke up, I was tied up on our bed and then...

He didn't apologize after that. From this point everything went worse every single day. He forbid me to meet with friends, or something else apart from leaving the house for school or when he is with me. He also threatened me that he would find me everywhere if I should run away... But why should I? My father is dead and I don't know my mother. I have no place where I could run to.

I sighed and shook my head.

"You know Hiccup, you have done a good job this week. Apart from a few exceptions.", Pitch started to speak. I slowly looked up from my hands and looked up at him. He sat on his bed and had his laptop on his lap. He doesn't even look at me when he talked with me...

"Th-Thanks...", I managed to say quietly and looked back down to my hands.

"I'm serious. Sometimes you're really useful to something. And - Wait. What's that?"

"Huh?" I slowly looked up at him and he stared at my bag. I looked down to my bag and realized that it was open and you could clearly see the empty bag Skittles.

"Where did you get that?", Pitch said angrily and stood up.

"I-I... A classmate gave them to me..."

"A classmate huh?" So it's a he?" Pitch slowly started to walk over to me.

"Yes... he is new and..."

"He is new and already gives you something?!" Pitch grabbed me by my arm and pulled me painfully up to him. Because of the sudden pain, I dropped the bag.

"I-It's nothing, I swear!", I said, trying to weaken the pain to by trying to move a bit out of his grip, but he only gripped even harder.

"Don't lie you little piece of shit! I have made a mistake! You're not even useful enough to go to school!"

"P-Pitch, p-please!"

"No Pitch please!", he said and punched me in the stomach. I gasped but didn't let a sound come from me.

"You're a man whore!"; Pitch shouted and dragged me to our storeroom. "You don't deserve to sleep in the same room as I do!", he shouted and shoved me into the storeroom roughly. Then he slammed the door shut and locked it. "I'll take you out of school. Then you have to stop throwing yourself at everyones feet!", Pitch yelled and then I heard him walk away.

Shocked I just sat there. Unable to move and the pain stinging in my head and stomach.

No, no, no... This can't be happening... The school is the only way for me to talk with other people in my age... Pitch can't be serious! Jack... Jack please... help me.