Bullied (n.g)

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~Nash's POV~

"STOP IT" i say trying to catch my breath.
"Please stop Dad. I promise. Just please stop. I promise!!" I try to say the last bit almost in a whisper, trying not to yell or he'll continue to start beating me again.

I try to stand up with every last bit of strength i had, But I just fell back down. I was very weak and couldn't even move. My body ached with pain. He always abused the fuck out of me and I'll never know why.

Well.. It all really started when my Mom pasted when i was seven. My father says it was because of drunk drivers, but i dont know the whole story. From what i know our family was an actual family before my mom died. I miss my old dad. He didn't abuse me from what i rememeber and didnt tell me i was worthless, or ugly, or a mistake.

School doesn't help either. I Don't know why, but people see me as an easy target.
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I wake up to my alarm clock, so i can get ready for school. I wore a black vans shirt, with some ripped up holy jeans, black vans, and to top that off a blue diamond beanie.

I walked into school with my head down, trying not to bring attention to anyone, and i rush to my locker all the way across the school. People throw things at me and call me some pretty nasty names. I try as hard as I can to ignore it, but it does get hard at times. I went to my locker and a bunch of hateful notes fly out. Everyone starting to laugh at me. Then, the group came. Theres Jack and Jack, Cameron, and Taylor. He's like the boss in the group.

Jack G comes up to me and pulls the rim of my shirt up till I'm not touching the ground. I couldn't breathe.

"Why did you even bother to come back?"

'Oh i dont know, to get away from my house. Mostly my dad' I thought.

He put my down and I instantly gasped for air.

"Can you please just die already? No one here likes you anyway" Taylor asked interrupting my thoughts. 

"Why don't you do it for me?" I say murmuring under my breath, not thinking they heard me.

Then Cameron came up about an inch away from my face and punched my stomach, which made me fall to the ground, knocking the breathe out of me. They start kicking my stomach as hard as they could and I cant do anything, but lay there and take it.

I must have passed out because i was now somehow in the nurses office.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Do not call my dad. Please?" She saw how scared I was and just nodded her head.

"Thank you" i just whispered.