Beaten lips (Andy & Bryan) (coming in July)

Part Two

~~~Andy's POV~~~

"Dad, please, don't!" I screamed as he grabbed me by my collar, slamming me into the wall.

I struggled against him. I brought my head back, hitting him in the chest, taking that as my chance to run to my room.

I was slammed into the wall knocking the air out of my lungs. I dropped to the floor, gasping for air.

"You think you could just do that and get away with it?" He growled.

He brought his fist down, catching me right underneath my eye. I knew I was going to have a black eye tomorrow.

He kept throwing punches, and I started to taste metal. One last punch I am laying on the ground barely conscious.

"You want to be a little faggot? I will show what a faggot is used for,"

He jerked my pant down around my knee. I was too weak to move too weak to stop what happened next.

~~~The Next Morning~~~

I wake up on the floor pain shooting through my body with every little movement.

I wasn't going to lay here and allow my dad another chance to play with me like I am his toy.

I slowly started getting up using the wall as support. I clutched my side groaning in pain.

I climbed up to my room and into my bathroom. I tugged my clothes off, ignoring the pain that ran through my body.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had a bruise underneath my right eye.

I hopped into a hot shower letting the water run over my body. I enjoyed the feeling because it felt like I am being buried alive.

I took my quick shower turning off the water hopping out. I dried my hair as best as I could.

I didn't worry about straightening my hair. I just hurried and threw on my clothes.

I need to get out of the house before my dad goes for a second round.

I grabbed my school bag, limping down the stairs, and out of the door.

~~~At School~~~

"Look who it is boys,"

I kept my head down, hoping that they would leave me alone.

"Biersack!"

I was pushed into someone who just shoved me back into Craig. I tried to break the circle.I was jerked back by my hood.

"Where do you think you're going, Biersack? The fun just beginning,"

He throws me to the ground. I tried to get up only to have a foot slammed into my ribs.

I screamed out in agony, holding my side.

"What's wrong, Biersack can't take a couple of beatings?"

I was hoping someone would help, but no one did. Kids laughed and snapped pictures while others ignored the scene and kept walking.

The bell ranged signaling everyone to first period. I lay there, wishing I was dead.

"Need help up?"

I turned my head slightly to see Bryan standing there. I nodded, and he held out his hand.I gladly took it having trouble getting up. He wrapped his ar, around my waist.

"How about we skip today?" I nodded.

I honestly didn't want to go on there people would be laughing and making jokes at me.

"Do you want to go to your house?" I quickly shook my head no.

~~~Bryan's POV~~~

"All right we can go to my house,"

My mom said that his parent has been fighting, but something about that doesn't seem right.

~~~Skip To Bryan's House~~~

"Here we are,"

I helped him on the couch. He looked around the room like he never saw anything like it.

"Are you okay?"

I handed him a notepad, and he begins writing after he was done, he slides the paper over to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine :)"

I didn't believe that, but I didn't question it. I walked up the stairs getting a clean rag.

I ran back downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet filling it with water.

I walked back into the living room, placing the bowl on the table. I dipped the rag into the water lightly, rubbing it over his lip and his eye with it.

"Take your shirt off," He shook his head no.

"Andy I want to see if there any more bruises,"

He grabbed the paper and started writing with shaky hands.

"I'm fine I am not hurting,"

Once again, I didn't question it. I grabbed the bowl taking it back into the kitchen.I walked back into the living room, taking a seat next to Andy.

"Why do they bully you?" I asked, and he shrugged his shoulder.

I was trying to make some communication with this boy, but I am aware it was going to be a challenge.

I was about to ask him a question when his phone beeped. He grabbed the paper quickly, writing something down

He ran out the door before I could even read it.

"Goodbye," was written sloppily.

I wonder why he had to leave so fast..