❝ i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby ❞
- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛...
a boy who is the
equivalent to a teenage dirtbag and
has nightmares falls in love with
the boy who always looks like
he's in pain .
playlist inside.
- 🩸
lower case intended .
jasper hal...
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TEENAGE DIRTBAG
chapter 1
( new town )
PLAYLIST:
1. THE FAMILY JEWELS - MARINA
2. EXIST MUSIC (FOR A FILM) - RADIOHEAD
3. WHERE'D ALL THE TIME GO? - DR. DOG
a heavy sob escaped his lips, tears stained his natural rose cheeks as his hands covered his head to protect it. a sharp pain struck through his stomach making more tears threatening to spill as the sob finally escaped.
"you worthless piece of shit!"
another sharp pain struck through him but this time it sent him to the ground. his vision was blurry and his breathing was heavy. he tried his best to stand back up, hopefully managing to escape; that didn't happen.
the man who hovered over him was quick to send yet another kick, he sniffed and wiped his nose which had become a common thing for him. not because his nose was constantly runny, of course not, that would be stupid. but because the cocaine he had finally managed to find once again had not long entered his system, he loved the pleasure it brought him. he craved it.
that small action was enough for the six-year-old to understand why he was doing what he was doing. he obviously already knew, it wasn't uncommon for his dad to take whatever drugs he had every day. in fact, it was more uncommon for him not to take them.
the man's leg attacked his stomach once more, he already felt the bruise which was sure to form in the next few hours. kick.
"you're a disgrace to this family!" the slightly hoarse voice rang through the air. he expected yet another kick but it never came. his eyes which were once squeezed shut and scared to open finally opened.
the man who he had never dared to call his dad to his face stood back, making his way to the kitchen. he always assumed the worst his dad would ever do was kick and hit; he was wrong, and he now realised that as his dad pulled out a knife.
although his legs were weak and jelly-like, they managed to help pull himself up in an attempt to escape. but a race between a weak and sore six-year-old and an angry, raging father will only ever have one winner.
