⚠️ Trigger warning- transphobia/homophobia, dead naming , abuse ⚠️
Y/ns pov
I entered my house and quickly went to my room to hide the paper before my parents called me downstairs to yell at me or something
I opened an old book named 'a series of unfortunate events' , I had read the whole book series but I hadn't actually touched the books in a few years now. I placed the paper I inside the first page of the first book before I heard my name being called
I put the boom back and ran downstairs then stopping infront of my mother "yes ma'am?" I bowed to her
" why the fuck were you our later than usual?" She said in an annoyed tone
" oh, it was a big crowd today they asked me to perform alot of songs and I didn't want to turn them down considering I'm one of the only street performers who does it for free" I explained
She looked sceptical " he's bullshiting " dad stood up from his seat on the couch
" i-im not" I denied " I swear I'm telling the truth "
" are you calling me a liar?" He pushed me against a wall, I winced " well listen here d/n (deadname). You have no right to be so disrespectful to me while living in my house."
" i wouldn't have to be living in your house if you let me get a job" I argued
He grabbed either side of my face and slammed my head into the wall then holding me there painfully by pulling my hair
" how dare you!" He bellowed then kneed me in my ...area , I groaned out of pure discomfort
He used one hand to punch me in the face while remaining to hold me by my hair with the other " fuck you" I spat blood out of my mouth and onto his face, I've never seen him go more purple with rage in my life
" WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" He headbutted me in the nose " YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO YOUR FATHER LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING TRANNY!"
He threw me to the ground then stomped on my stomach " get out of my sight " he spat on me , I held back tears as I jumped up and scurried back to my room
I closed my door and locked it, they installed a lock years ago to 'punish me' but I don't think they realised that it could be locked or unlocked from both ways
I slumped against the door and burst out into tears, why do they hate me so much? What did I ever do to them?
" fuck" I whimpered, I was in alot of pain. But atleast it wasn't as bad as my last beating from him " why do I deserve this?"
I hugged my legs as tightly as I possibly could, it served as some form of comfort while I sobbed my heart out and scratched the fabric of my jeans.
Why can't I just be like everyone else? A cis guy who's parents love him who doesn't suffer with mental health disorders. Why can't I just be happy?
I buried my face into my knees and lost my ability to breathe as my sadness turned into rage against my parents "what is wrong with them?!" I whisper yelled " what the fuck did I do? I might as well just get a job to spite them......"
A sudden realisation hit me. I could do that! I jumped up and grabbed the book, taking out the piece of paper staring at the number before grabbing my phone and calling it...
