𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘...

Chapter 19: The silent pain and suffering POV: Lucas

"Life is a pain." -Lucas

I began to slowly open the door, my heart beating loudly in my chest. I knew what was coming, and I was afraid to live it. "Where the fuck have you been!" I already heard my mother yelling at me just as I stepped foot inside the house. "Just wait till I call your father." My eyes widen and I quickly ran up to her closing the door behind me and getting down on my knees as she sat on the couch. "Please, no! Don't call him, let this be only between us, Mom. Please don't tell him!" But even though I begged, she would not have mercy on me. I mean, I looked into her eyes and I saw a flash of love, but that was gone when she took another sip of that whiskey. "Go to your room and wait their, your father will be coming home shortly."

With a quiet sigh and a face of sadness I got up from my knees and walked to my room. 'Maybe...Just maybe, if I can pack up my clothes quick enough I can leave before my dad gets here.' I thought. I entered my room swinging open the closet doors bulling out a bag, and I quickly walked over to my wardrobe grabbing a bunch of clothes, and stuffing them in my bag. I walked back to my closet taking out sweaters from hangers and stuffing them in my bag, not even caring if they wont fit. After a bit I had emptied out most of my wardrobe and just as I was about to get out from my window, my door slammed open. "Where the fuck do you think you are going?!" My father yelled drunken, I could smell the alcohol he had on him. It was fresh... he just came back from the fucking bar. I didn't turn to look at him, tha faster I leave without staying an other minute maybe the less trauma I have to endure. And I was right... but my dad still wouldn't let me off the hook that easily.

He walked closer and quicker before I could even get out my window. He grabbed me by my hair, pulling me back. I dare not to make a sound that should show the pain I felt at that time for if not the punishment would go harder foe he likes that sounds of pain that I make. "Again I'm going to ask you...where.the.fuck.where.YOU" He said as he slammed my body against the wall, my teeth hitting my lips making a cut and blood come out. "I was...out." I didn't want to say where, I didn't want to put Dela in danger. It's funny how even though I'm in pain right now and that I want to die, I'm still thinking about her. "OUT WHERE?!" He asked grabbing the colar of my shirt turning me around to face him. Let me tell you I was scared, I was in pain, I wish I could just not suffer this anymore. And with all of my thoughts clouded I did the most stupidest thing I could ever do. "It's none of your business, its not like you even care about me! The only reason you're asking is because you are afraid that I went to the cops and told them what I fucking live through! YOU'RE SCARED! THATS WHY YOU ARE DOING THIS!" I rose my voice higher then I ever did, it was scary for me for I sounded like my father.

It was scary for me, because I knew what was going to happen. "What the fuck did you say, Lucas?!" His fist made contact with my face, my temple. Oh, and let me tell you this... he had these shitty ass rings that hurt when they make contact and they cut. I felt warm liquid drip down my face, yet that did not stop me for saying the truth, "You heard me motherfucker! You are scared that I will tell the cops, and you know what! I should! You don't belong to be my father! All kids deserve parents! But not all parents deserve KIDS!" I said as I tried to jerk my face away before he could slap me and I did. But he grabbed my shirt and threw me down to the floor. My hands saving me from falling on my face, but then he stepped on my knuckles dragging his hard ass heavy boots on them pealing off skin. I groaned out in pain as tears began to fall down dropping to the floor, I was in pain. So, so much pain.

"I dare you to go ahead and tell them, for I can prove that I didn't do anything to you, I'm a adult why should the believe a boy! Go on and tell them and when I come out of jail I'll break your fucking face." And just like that he left me to be in pain and bleed in my room. I dropped to my elbows and I let my body go completely on the floor. My quiet sobs would never be heard from anyone else, the pain that I have to endure would be me and only me alone. I would never speak of it to anyone... I'm scared... and I'm definitely am not telling Dela... she can't worry... I don't want her to worry. I... love, her.

I slowly got up from the floor the blood from my knuckles dripping on the floor as I stood up, I grabbed the bag that was on the floor, and I opened my window throwing my bag first and going out. Finally when I was out I grabbed my bag and began walking back to Dela's house. I was stumbling, I felt weak. I just wanted to be with Dela, I just wanted to be in her arms. She makes me feel safe, she makes me regain energy. The blood on my lips and knuckles stopped and the blood that was dripping down my face I cleaned it off before Dela could see.

After a bit I finally got to Dela's house. I walked to her backyard seeing the treehouse and that I had to climb it. I put my bag over my shoulders and I began climbing, making small grunts in pain. And finally I knocked on the window as I winced in pain when my fist made contact with the window, I saw Dela with a box of my stuff, I smiled a bit as she found the teddy I saved, the. I knocked again louder so she could hear me and that's when she turned around, fear in her face as soon as she saw me. "OMG Lucas are you okay?!"