Broken and Abused (BoyxBoy)

❌✖️Chapter 5✖️❌

James's POV:

I woke up on a warm surface. The room was dark and I heard soft sounds coming from above me. I jumped but was restricted by a weight around my waist. I whimpered and felt the person start to stir. I was finally able to get out of the person's grasp. I fell to the ground and looked up to see blue eyes staring back at me.

The memories from the night before flooded back. Mikey. My eyes started to water knowing that he was going to hurt me. He got up quickly and kneeled next to me and I flinched.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking sad. He just wants to hurt you. He doesn't really care about your worthless life. He'll just turn on you again. You can't handle it. The voice in my head said. It's my father's voice.

"Please just leave." He looked at me with sad eyes and got off the floor. He gave me a weak smile as he turned around and left my house. I broke down when he shut the door. How could I be so stupid? I let my guard down for the boy who forced me build it up.

I was pulled out of my mind when I heard the door handle rattle. He's home. I looked around me. Crap. I'm dead. He's early. That's not good. I stood up quickly whimpering at the pain that shot through my body. Then I saw the evil smirk that clouded my nightmares.

He moved too quickly for me to process before I was roughly thrown to the ground. I looked into his cold eyes.

"Did you miss me faggot?" He said and kicked me between my shoulder blades. I yelped and he smirked. "Don't scream. You don't want the neighbors to hear just yet. It hasn't even begun." I whimpered at his words.

Then it started, pain everywhere. I didn't know where he was. It was all too painful. I kept in my noises, knowing that it would only get worse. Much worse.

Then it just stopped. I looked up. That was a big mistake. He was get the belt and iron. He then went to the kitchen. I tried to move but I couldn't. Everything hurt. He came back with a small bottle of lemon juice. I winced at the thought.

"Thought we would try something new." He laughed. A few seconds later I was met with a hard slap and a burning feeling on my back. It's the belt. He hit me multiple times and I felt my blood running down onto my stomach. he stopped and poured the lemon juice on my back. I shrieked in pain. It was too much to handle.

"Shut up, you pussy!" He yelled at me. I was then met with the iron. It hurt bad. I couldn't help but let out a small whimper. He laughed at the sounds of my cries. Then he rolled me onto my back. The wounds burned as the cold floor touched them. I was caught off guard when he started to hit me with the belt on my stomach.

He kept angrily yelling insults at me with each hit. Fat. Ugly. Worthless. Fag. Waste of space. Stupid. I let the words be soaked up by my brain as my body was being drained of blood. He soon got bored with burning and whipping me that he started to kick and punch my almost lifeless body. I didn't make noise or any facial expressions and he continued to beat me.

Around ten minutes later he stopped. I was dizzy and I felt my body drain. I stayed still, other then my shaking from the cold, for around thirty minutes. Just thinking and wanting answers.

"Get your worthless ass off the ground and get me some alcohol you little slut." I started to get up and felt my bones breaking.

"Okay, I'll go in a minute." I practically crawled to my room to change out of my now bloody clothes and get my money. I didn't have time to shower so I put on a black beanie to cover the blood soaking my hair.

I pulled on black sweatpants and a large dark blue sweatshirt so the blood wouldn't show. I put on my glasses, grabbed my wallet and my phone, and put on my toms. I limped out of my room and down to my dad.