Tell me a lie

Song to listen to: Pumped up kicks by the foster people

Prologue

The ticking clock was agonising me. Tick. Tick. Tick. I had 2 minutes left until I get home. 2 minutes until the torture started. I get shivers just thinking about it. I slowly started packing up my bag and dragged myself along the pavement. It was really cold and clouded over in Ireland. So I had dressed in a extra tops and a coat. I hadn't just wrapped up like this because of the cold, it was to hide the bruises and scars. You see my mum and dad beat me. Mainly my mum, but when my dad is home he gives the worse hits.

I have no friends at school. And I'm glad of that. If they ever found out what has been going on, I'd be dead. This is not a figure of speech. They would kill me as soon as they got the chance. I look down at my watch and see that I'm 7 minutes late home. Fuck it. The beating is going to be worse for sure now. I pick up my pace and broke into a gentle jog. As soon as I'm home, I quietly open the door and slowly close it. Mum hates it when it slams shut. I cautiously walk up to my room and see that most of my stuff ( not that there is much apart from a bed and clothes in the corner) had been packed up. What's going on? "NIALL?" I hear her scream from downstairs. What have I done now? "GET YOUR WORTHLESS BUTT DOWN HERE NOW!" Oh I'm in deep doggy doodoo now.

I tiptoe down the stairs and see her waiting there, and broken beer bottle in hand.

"Y- yes?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the weapon.

"You were late." Her voice dripped with venom. "You know what happens when your late." I hung my head down and looked at my shoes.

"Yes m-mother." I take off my shirt and walk towards her. She pushes me to the ground and starts making a pretty picture of my back with the broken glass. I don't whimper in pain. I don't flinch away or show any emotion. It only makes her stronger and have more power over me. I can't let that happen. The red liquid poured everywhere. I could hear it dripping onto the ground. When she was done she got the bat and hit me repeatedly. It hurt like hell. What hurt the most was that my own mum was doing this.

"Stupid. Worthless. Unwanted. Waste of space. You should hang yourself. Nobody cares. They would all line up and dance on your grave. You don't give to shits about what I do for you. Never a thank you. Never a good night mum. Or I love you. I should've killed you when I had the chance." She goes on and on about stuff that never even would happen. But her words are true. No one cares. There was one final blow of the bat across my head and I was out. But this is the least she would do to me. Oh no. She would do so much worse. She once ran out of money and sold me to her friend for sex for a day. I know what your thinking. I'm a boy. How can I get raped? Well when your tied to a bed and someone is trying to do it with you against your will, it's classed as rape.

While I was in my dream land, I got all the memories back. The day if my first beating. The day I was...No I can't think about that.The time I was drowned in the bath. But of course with my Irish 'luck' mum passed out on the floor, drunk, and I barely made it out of the room before I passed out from the lack of air.

*seven or eight hours later*

I slowly came round and saw I wasn't in my room. Or my house. Panic surged through me and I tried to get up. No use. I was tied at the hands and feet. Wtf is going on here? There was a creaking in the corner of the room. "I'm glad to see your awake, twat." It was mum. "I guess your wondering what's going on." Well no shit. I wasn't thinking about fluffy bunnies and unicorns! "The neighbour were getting close to the truth. We had to move. We're now in England. Nothings going to change over here. In fact because of you, it's going to be worse." She stalked over to me like a predator to its prey. I'm fucked. She grabbed my hair and dragged me up the wall. Ow! There was a sudden lash across my belly. When the fuck did she get a whip? I was whipped a few more times then thrown across the room. Holy fudge I think my arms broken! That's bad. Suddenly all the air was knocked out of me as I was kicked. I let out a small groan and prepared myself for another but reluctantly didn't get one. The door creaked open and dad came in. My eyes widened as I saw the knife. He said some words to mum before stalking over to me. Mum left but turned around one last time before smirking and leaving.

"Hello. You know I found something out today." He said, teasing the knife about. "Do you know what it is?" I shook my head vigorously. "Well you should, seeming it's about you." I shook my head again. "Well it seems to me that your a little gay faggot!" My eyes grew huge. How the hell did he he find out!? I was thrown up across the wall again. "YOU DIDN'T THINK I WOULD FIND OUT? I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU BASTARD!" He screamed in my face. "YOU DISGUST ME! And for being the way you are, you're going to pay." He said and repeatedly kicked me in the belly. It hurt like fuck. The pain was something I could tolerate. But the fact he found out my biggest secret without me even telling anyone, hurt me mentally. I should've been more careful. Especially in public. Or anywhere really.

I was dragged up along the wall and made to stand up. Dad found his knife and started cutting me across the ribs, which I was certain of that they were broken. Or badly bruised.

"Stand up properly or face the consequences." Dad gritted through his teeth. But I couldn't stand at all so standing properly was out of the question. "I SAID STAND UP PROPERLY!" He yelled and sliced open my torso. I winced in pain and could feel the blood seeping through the clean shirt I had put on earlier. Bum. I love this top.

Then Dad did something I never knew he'd actually do.

After, I was kicked and punched more before being knocked out cold.

So hey, my friend let me use her story, hope you like it. I've made some changes and we are both co writing this together. Each chapter should have a song to go with it.

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