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Abuse and hearts broken

Kyle

After Skyla had to practically pull me off Violet when I was hugging her, I'm now in the principals office. My parents, clearly drunk, sitting on either side of me.

How stupid is the principal to not notice how drunk my parents are? I guess the school system really is corrupted.

"Your son, Kyle, was in a fight today. Just a moment ago actually." Principal...I don't know his name, and I really don't care, says.

"Oh, is that so?" My mother asks putting on her fake sweet voice. The voice that tells I'm going to get beat when we're home.

"Yes, he will be suspended for two days and he may return back to school Thursday." Principal whose name I still don't know says.

"You better keep him away from her or I swear to God I'll kill—" My parents cut me off by dragging me out of the room.

"You've done it, son. You don't do good in school, you don't have a job or play sports. And now? You're getting into fights!" My dad yells at me.

Slap. My hand goes to my cheek, the skin stinging as I look up at my mom. I groan loudly when my dad kicks my stomach.

"I told you," Another kick to the stomach and punch to the face. "You better become a better son, but clearly you failed in that. You failed like you do in everything!"

Repeated punches. Repeated strikes. Repeated kicks. Repeated heart breaks. Repeated soul crushing.

I'll stop there, but I'll just tell you, the look on Violet's face when she sees me is a look you don't want the person you love and hate to have.

"Kyle..." Is all she manages to say. I guess that's all you really can say when the guy you hate knocks on your front door, face bloody, arms bruised, dry tears down his cheeks.

"Grumpy, what happened?" She steps closer, her small hands meeting the bare skin of my arms. Her fingers gently rub up my arms, she's doing it almost absentmindedly, her finger now tracing my rose tattoo.

"My parents—" It hurts to talk, my dad "accidentally" hit my throat, combining with the kick to the stomach.

"Oh, Kyle, come here." She pulls me by my arms and I immediately collapse into her arms. But...I refuse to cry, I can't cry in front of her, my dad always said crying makes you weak.

"I'm sorry, my parents, they kicked me out." I say and she tenses in my arms. She pulls away and looks at me, sad and angry.

"What's wrong with them?" She spats out. God, could she get any more attractive— I'm spending too much time here.

"I—I'm okay." I manage to croak out another sentence. My hand goes to my throat and Violet moves my hand.

"Did your parents choke you?" She asks in a low tone, an angry, sad tone. Her thumb gently caresses the dark red spot around my throat.

"Punch. My dad did," I say quietly and wince when she gently rubs my throat with both hands now. "It...hurts."

"Why? Why would they do this?" She says in an almost desperate tone. Like she would die if she didn't get a reason.

"Because of the fight." I say and she immediately steps back with a broken expression.

"I-It's my fault," She says almost inaudibly. She looks at me with the most broken look on her beautiful face. "Kyle—"

"No, flower. It's okay. It's not your fault. I fought Eli because I wanted to. And my dad hits me regardless."

"But—" She starts but I cut her off gently placing my finger to her soft lips.

"Shh. It's not your fault, flower," I whisper and pull her to me, her head laying on my chest. "It's not anyone's fault but theirs for being terrible parents."

"But Kyle—" She starts again but I run my thumb over her bottom lip.

"Shh no buts and no blaming yourself." I stroke the back of her hair gently.

"Stop comforting me, you're the one who got beat up by your own parents," She says pulling away. "And you hate me, remember, grumpy?"

"Yeah, yeah I remember. You're the bane of my existence and why I hate my life." I roll my eyes sarcastically.

"Exactly, now let's get you cleaned up. And see you're already talking better, our hatred for each other helps more than you know." She pats my shoulder and I glare at her.

"Great hatred is life saving now," I sigh deeply and limp as I follow her to the bathroom. "I'm going to die."

"Stop being dramatic. When I clean you up you'll be all better." She says getting the stupid crap for me.

"Do you think if a slapped Eli and slashed that girls tires—if she has a car, I'd get in trouble?" Her and her randomness.

"Yes, you would get into trouble. But," I look up at her. "I would help you."

"Do you like brownies?" She asks as she gently daps some blood off my cheek. I raise an eyebrow.

"Does it matter?" I scoff slightly. Who cares if I like brownies or not? Especially now of all times.

"Yes, it matters. Stop being an idiot and tell me if you do or not." She says and I smirk slightly.

"I didn't know you could be so...demanding, flower." She squints her eyes at me.

"I will yank your hair out." She says and slaps the back of my head.

"Jeez, Violet, don't get your panties in a twist." I say rubbing the back of my head like it hurt.

"Don't think I won't." She smacks my face, it doesn't hurt at all, she's doing it on purpose.

"I can't believe you slapped me." I place a hand on my heart in mock pain.

"I know where you sleep, Kyle, I will strangle you in the middle of the night." She rolls her eyes.

"Now, now Violet. There's no need to get violent," I run my thumb over her bottom lip. "Especially when you're so pretty."

She smacks my hand off and glares as if she's not blushing. I love making her blush, it's amusing and adorable at the same time.

"I will break your guitar on your motorcycle." She warns. How dare she threaten my two favorite things?

"Hey, now there's no need to be rude there." I say crossing my arms, those are actually important to me and I'd rather die than lose them. Just like I'd rather die than lose her.

"Then stop being an idiot and touching me. I won't touch your precious babies and you won't touch me."

"You weren't complaining when I was touching you earlier. You even let me hug you."

"That's because you're hurt and your parents suck and deserve to be thrown off a cliff," She pauses. "You'll have to excuse me. People just make me mad."

"Wow little Miss. Violet getting all riled up on my behalf. I feel honored." I place my hand on my heart.

"Don't feel honored. You're not that special." She mutters, smacking my chest.

I'm going to shut that sassy mouth of hers up one day, you'll see.

Authors note:
NOT EDITED KEEP RUDE COMMENTS TO YOURSELF please

My poor Kyle baby. I would wrap him up in my arms and let him curl up and just never let him go. 🦕