Cuts and Bruises

Chapter 1

Kian's POV:

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME" I screamed, the jocks only laughed at me and kneed me in stomach, I can feel my body slowly bruising. I groan in pain, they let go of my arms and I fall to the floor. I hit the ground. Hard. I touch my head and feel blood. My head is throbbing. Shit that hurt. I prop myself up on my elbows and they start kicking me, I instantly fall back down again. First they kicked my legs which soon were completely bruised and felt broken. They worked their way up to my stomach, as soon they made contact with my stomach I threw up blood. My throat burned like hell and my hands were now covered in blood. I reached down and held my stomach, getting blood all over my clothes in the process.  Why me? Why does this always happen to me? I screamed for help but nobody would come.  I started to cry; I just couldn't hold it in. "Aw the little baby is crying" they laughed and kicked me in the head. Hard. Everything got blurry. 

I saw them all walking down the hallway leaving me bloody and beaten. I tried to stand up but I couldn't.  I tried again but fell, I hit my head and blackness swallows me whole, all I can hear is a boy saying "Can you hear me? Hello? Holy shit..." then I lost all sense of hearing.

I woke up in a strange room. I started to sit up. I quickly toke notice to the shark pain rushing though my whole body.  it was dark. Only a small lamp to light everything up. The color of the wall was tan, I saw pictures of places like New York, Greece, Italy, London, and other places I didn't recognize hung up on the tan wall. The room wasn't that big, I did notice a door which has to lead to the rest of the house.

I jumped when I noticed a boy sitting in a dark brown chair with his head in his hands. "Wh-who are you?" His head shot out of his hands "um-uh I'm-im Sam. Sam pottorff. You uh- got beaten up at school. I found you laying on the floor unconscious. I-I picked you up and took you to my house. Sc-school is still going on" I nodded my head, holding back tears. "Thanks" I said, my voice cracked. Great. I looked up and saw Sam clearly. He had soft lips, pink cheeks, and unforgettable brown eyes. He was beautiful I couldn't stop staring at him. He broke our eye contact and looked back down at his shoes.

Sam was in all black with his hair gelled up. He had on a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, and army black boots. Holy shit he's hot. "What?!" He said confused. Fuck. I said that out loud damn it. I felt my cheeks heating up. "Nothing." I quickly said. I looked down after that hoping he wouldn't see my red face. (If you couldn't already tell I'm gay)

I look down and play with my thumbs. As I do that I noticed my cuts aren't hidden. Are you fucking kidding me right now. Jesus fucking Christ can't I get a break?? I shake my head in disappointment. I hate fucking myself. The bracelets I had on my wrist must have fallen off when I got beaten at school. If Sam sees the cuts on my body, I'm screwed.

Do you want something to eat or drink?" Well I normally wouldn't turn down food, but lately I've lost my hunger. "No thanks." He faked smiled for a second and then said "do-do you want to go somewhere?" I nodded. We both got up and walked to his front door.