Hells Loss (sequel to Falling for Hell)

Chapter 2

DEAN POV
I walk sluggishly down he hallway to the living room where I see empty beer bottles scattered around the floor, table, and couch. Along with a half drank one barley resting in his hand. Lately I've been imagining myself turning into him, always angry and drunk. I've had a lot of nightmares about it too, it just consists of flashed of me, doing these horrible things. Hitting, beating my children. Passed out drunk in the early mornings, screaming and yelling, having countless empty beer bottles and it always ends with a bullet to the head.
I push my thoughts behind me, grab an apple from the counter and head out to catch the bus for school.
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"You deserve every bit of this, you did kill him you know."
Azazel said right after he shoved me into the wall hard enough it knocked me to the floor. "It's all your fault."
He gives a hard kick to my stomach as I lie on the schools tile floor, now in the fertile position. "You should kill yourself too."
Another kick "it'll be so sweet."
One more. "For a faggot"
Right as he was about to kick me again a teacher came and took him away.
I felt tears run down my face and drop to the floor, I sat there for only a few moments until another teacher came over and helped me to my feet.
Once I stood I felt the aching pain growing in my stomach, I almost fell back down to my knees but with the teachers support, it's keeping me up.
I just want to go home and sit in my room and cry, that's all I do these days. It's only been two weeks and I feel like I've been alone for years.
I made it to the office. They gave me some ice and are letting me sit in a room until I feel well enough to go to class. The only reason I'm not home is because my dad, probably still passed out. He wouldn't pick me up anyway, he doesn't care. The only time he did was when mom was alive.