Broken and Abused (BoyxBoy)

✖️❌Chapter 6❌✖️

James's POV:

I woke up to with a head ache and my alarm ringing at me. I stood up slowly and walked into my bathroom. I turned on the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. That was a mistake. I got so mad at the ugly fat fag in the mirror that I punched it. The mirror shattered and my knuckles were bleeding.

I got into the shower feeling it burn my wounds and cuts from the mirror. I slid down the wall and started to cry. After a few minutes I got off the ground and and washed my body and hair. I got out and dried myself off. Now I only have to avoid one mirror.

I went into my room and put on black skinny jean, a light grey sweater, black and white converse, and a black beanie. I grabbed my blade, wallet, phone, and backpack. I looked at the time and decided to just start walking. When I got there, the halls were almost empty. I'm early. I decided to go into the library.

I walked in to be greeted by the librarian and I smiled back at her. I went to a corner with a beanbag and grabbed the book 'Anatomy Of A Misfit' and started reading. I was pulled away by the sound of the warning bell. I got up and checked out the book and said thank you to the nice lady.

I left the safety of books to be met with the danger of humanity. I snuck through and got to my class. I'm so happy. I walked in to see Mikey eating his girlfriends face. I moved to my seat and winced when I sat down.

The teacher came in and started his class. I tuned out knowing exactly what he was talking about. I have straight A's and that's surprising to me. I always tune out and I have such a bad life, but what the hay.

I blanked out the rest of the day, getting many beatings but not caring. It was time to go 'home' yay. I walked in and went into the kitchen to start on my dad's dinner. I was almost done when he opened the front door. Well crap. I wanted to get a day off. Guess not.

"James! Where are you?" I heard my dad yell. I swallowed hard and then yelled back to him.

"I'm making dinner." I called back. I heard a deep chuckle and then I saw the man that makes me want to die.

He walked up behind me and pressed my sensitive spot on my shoulder. My dad says it's for when people are around and he wants to hurt me. When I was about twelve, he stabbed me in the shoulder. It was never treated so when it gets touched I feel like the knife is twisting.

A few seconds later a very beautiful lady walked into the kitchen. My dad squeezed my shoulder harder, but I knew I couldn't show it.

"Hi, I'm James" I said quietly. She glared at me and my dad smiled at her. Great I have to leave again. "I'm almost done with dinner do you like fettuccini alfredo? I made enough for both of you. I have to go anyways" I said.

"I'm Becky and yeah you should probably go" She said in a snobby voice. I was about to leave when my dad dug his fingers into the scar. I whimpered and grabbed my backpack and a change of clothes. I left the house and made my way to the park. When I got to the bench under a weeping willow, I pulled out the book from the library and continued reading.

I was pulled out of my reading when a little girl walked up to me and pulled on my sweater sleeve. I looked down a t he with a big smile. I love kids. They are just so genuinely happy. I wish I was happy.

"What are you doing, cutie?" I asked her and she came over and sat next to me. "Where's your family?" I asked her. She just shrugged. "Come on let's go find them."

"What's this?" She asked pointing at the bruises on my jaw line. I looked down sadly at her, and she still looked happy.

"Where are your parents?" I asked her again. She shrugged. I grabbed her hand and we walked around until she pointed out a familiar looking girl. "Hello, is this your daughter?" I asked tapping her shoulder.