Broken and Abused (BoyxBoy)

❌✖️Chapter 1✖️❌

James's POV:

I woke up this morning with a raging headache and a pain in my ribs. I slowly got up and walked into the bathroom for a shower. I turned on the water and started to strip. I usually try to avoid looking into the mirror but out of the corner of my eye I saw my reflection. I saw the bruises, cuts, and burns that littered my body and the gallery of self affliction on my wrists and thighs. I looked into my eyes and saw nothing but pain.

Why am I so ugly?

Why am I so fat?

Why am I still alive?

I was finally able to pry my eyes off of the ugly mess in the mirror and got into the warm water. The water stung my beaten and battered body but it felt good. I got out of the shower and carefully dried off my body.

I grabbed a gray sweater, black skinny jeans, and my navy blue toms. When I was dressed I put on a navy blue beanie and my thick black rimmed glasses. I like to make myself look presentable but I don't know why I try.

I grabbed my backpack and winced when I threw it over my shoulder. I quietly walked down the stairs hoping that my dad was not home or asleep. The last step creaked and I saw my dad stir on the couch. I slowly walked out of the house and locked the door behind me.

I started walking to school with a small limp. Last night my dad was bad. When I finally arrived at school, I got multiple dirty looks. I continued to walk to my locker and watched small pieces of paper fall out like usual and then put my bag inside. I grabbed the things I needed for my first class, English. When I shut my locker I saw him. Mikey Johnson. He hated me and I had no idea why, we used to be best friends and I have never hurt a soul.

I quickly turned around and skillfully avoided everybody that wanted my head on a platter. I entered the English room and quietly walked to my seat in the back corner.

The room started to fill up and I started reading my book. Then I saw Tyler and Hunter walk in. They came over and started picking on me. It wasn't much but it still hurts. They stopped when the teacher came in and I continued to read. The first few periods where okay but then it was lunch.

I was sitting at my table. I sat alone everyday and read a new book. Hunter walked up to me and sat down in the seat closest to me. I looked up at him and he smirked at me. I tried to talk but it came out as a small squeak.

"What, too worthless to talk?" Hunter asked me. I shook my head and he frowned at me. "I'm having a bad day. I hope you're feeling strong today." He said close to my ear. I winced at his words.

"Please don't hurt me." I squeaked out sadly. He chuckled at the way my voice came out. Then he left. I was left with my thoughts and shut my book as the bell rang. Everything was moving slow. I was dreading after school. I knew that was when Hunter would get me.

The final bell rang and I walked out of class knowing that there was no reason to run. I saw Hunter, Tyler, and few other idiots that like the thought of me hurting. They saw me and I was soon grabbed by the collar.

Then, what felt like, endless punches, kicks, and insults came my way. I saw Mikey. He looked sad but he kept walking, before I was engulfed by darkness.

30 MINUTES LATER

I woke up sore and bleeding. I sighed and got off the floor and limped all the way to the hell I sadly called home. I know what's coming. I was late. He hated when I was late.

When I got home, I was welcomed by a hard slap to the face. I stood there holding my face and stared into his drunken eyes. Oh how much I love my dad.