Football Season (DSMP football au)

12

Quackity's POV
TW: Abuse, kidnapping

  I had absolutely no clue where I was. The smell of bleach, mold and dust told me that I may have been in a basement. But I was blind, so I had no clue. Then I heard footsteps. I realised that I couldn't move, either. Shit. It was then that I heard my beloved's voice.
  "Oh, honey," I heard him coo, "one day you'll learn to behave." I felt a hand on my chin, then suddenly I could see. There he was, standing tall and beautiful. I looked up at his stubbled, insanely beautiful face.
  I hated him, but I couldn't help loving him. He slapped me. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. I knew this routine, all too well. The yelling would come in... 3... 2... 1.

  "You won't behave, huh? Won't be a good boy?" He screamed, "I'll have you learn to behave." He slapped me again, hard. I knew better not to make any noise. I learnt the hard way for that one. "Honey, why won't you just be good and live with me?" He continued. "It wouldn't put us through all this trouble. We could live alone in the woods, with our own little cat... We could call him Jambo..." What, live in the forest so you can murder me?
  "But, or course, you would rather live with your parents than with your goddamn boyfriend!" He got so close to my face that I could feel his hot breath on my lips.
  "If you didn't fucking hit me, maybe I would fucking consider it!" Shit. I knew way better than to talk back. Where had this come from? He stood up straight.
  "What did you just say to me?" I stayed silent. "What did you fucking say to me, bitch?!" He slapped me again. "I thought you knew better than to talk back."
  "I'm not allowed to stand for what I think is right?" I asked, feeling confident. He sputtered, clearly not used to this new me. He just stood there.
  "I'll talk when I want to," I continued, "because we're done. Fucking untie me." He did as told. I pecked him on the cheek. "Bye, baby." And I walked right the fuck out and back to my house.

  Once I got there, I immediately checked my phone. I had about a million missed messages and calls from just about everyone. I settled down at my desk for a long day of getting back to everyone.

Third Person
Blockdale High School, 12:34PM

  Karl sat in English class, half listening to the teacher drone on about Jane Austen. He had given up on taking notes a while ago, and now he was just doodling. The 'doodles' were more like drawings of his character he made, Kayden.
  Kayden looked a lot like Sapnap, and had a lot of the same interests as him, although he didn't play football, and he loved Five Nights at Freddy's. His favourite character was always Bonnie, and in fact, wore a Bonnie mask over his black mullet.
  He had blue eyes and freckles, and wore a  white t-shirt with a black long sleeved shirt underneath, the white shirt emblazoned with an orange and yellow flame, much like the one Sapnap's Minecraft character wore.
  He wore baggy greyish-blueish-turquoiseish ripped jeans, with fishnets worn beneath. He also wore scuffed DCs.
  Karl always put a lot of effort into his drawings; he never, ever skimped out. He knew his abilities, and put them to good use, having a 97 in Visual Arts.
  In fact, Karl had a sketchbook at home, that he had owned since he was 11, when he really got into drawing.
  He had begged his mother to buy him all the good markers, and his drawings were amazing.
  He gave one of his drawings to his mother for her birthday when he was thirteen, and it remained framed in her room to this day.

  He was snapped back to reality by the deafening ring of the bell. He quickly scooped up his things and hurried out of the classroom. 

  The brunette made his way to his favourite, and last, class of the day, Visual Arts. He walked through the door and made his way to the paint drying rack, grabbing his project. 

  It was of a garden of coneflowers, yellow marigolds, and daisies with greyish purple butterflies and bees caught mid-flight. The project was worth 20 marks, and the brunette was determined to do well on it and keep his grade of 97 up. 

  And he painted the hour away.

Sorry, I didn't know how to end the chapter lmao
Wordcount: 781 words