The Park Freak || BoyxBoy Story

Chapter 4- Not Home

TW- DESCRIPTIONS OF PHYSICAL ABUSE.

I'm at my house, finally. Okay yeah, maybe it was easier after I asked Ajax the way. Still tho- I need to stay away from him, shouldn't I?
What did he do in that alley?
With those drugs?
Why is everything about him so sketchy?
And c'mon. I know myself. If I'll get too close to him I'll fall, so, staying away from him it is. It's not like I'll ever see him again, so...

His veiny hands, decorated by silver rings. The way he likes to idly play around with his switchblade.

The way he doesn't ask someone to go somewhere, he just mentions his hand or head and they go in that direction.

His warm body.

Cuddling with him.

His eyes.

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I wake up. 

I don't want to go to school, but I'm not sure there's anything better for me to do. So, I get ready and go, I guess.

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I'm at school now, and from my seat at the back of my class, I once again see Ajax. He really doe sit every day, huh? Why? Is this something drugs related? This guy is... Definitely something. But I'm still so confused about everything that happened.

Why am I even questioning this so much?

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I'm bored. I'm skating off from school to home, today sucked. I went to school feeling like shit, and Mr. Mor tried to talk to me about how I'm "throwing my future away" and "wasting my young years"
I hate him.
After he talked to me I just wanted to go home, so well, I just did.

I open the door, not seeing anyone I walk into my room.
I hate my house.
Well, I need to live somewhere I guess.
As I put my backpack down I hear the door opening. I flinch.
No one is supposed to be home.
I turn around to see my mom.
"Why are you home? Don't you have school?"
Shit.

"I- Uh- Went home early"

"Because???" She questioned

Fuck

It never ends well when I do something she doesn't like.

Just the memories of that, make me audibly wince.

"I didn't feel well." I mutter. It's true, I didn't feel well, mentally.

"Do you have a fever?" she asked while raising her eyebrows.

"No.." I quietly day

Before I can even blink I feel sharp pain in my cheek. She slapped me, hard. Ow.

But I already know what will happen, so I'm not fighting it. While she screams at me saying how it's not okay to skip school, how I'm failing, how I'm a failure, that I'll never be able to ever go somewhere and that I suck, I just stand there. My sight is blurry from tears filling my eyes but I'm not going to let her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" I hear a scream

"Yeah- I- I am, mom- I'm listening, I promise-" I whisper

"LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHEN I TALK TO YOU, YOUNG MAN."

"Sorry, ma'am." I steadily say while trying to maintain eye contact.

"Sorry?" She gave me a pointed look

"I'm sorry."

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