Hell on Earth (boyxboy)

Pilot

Pilot

Lorin

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"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!"

Ah, yes, the perfect way to wake up. Just like every other Thursday morning. Mom and dad are at each other's throats 24/7, but they usually wait until I'm at school.

"Lorin! Get up here!" My dad shouts down the basement stairs. Oh boy, this can't be good. But, maybe it is. They've acknowledged my presence!

I hurriedly scurry up the stairs, careful not to trip. I see my parents in the kitchen, so I make my way over to them. My father is dressed up in his suit, ready for work. His body posture looks calm, but his eyes are furious.

"Lorin, did you know that your mother was out last night?" I look blankly at him. Of course I didn't know. I was downstairs, probably sleeping or studying (most definitely sleeping).

"No," I simply state. I know if I say more than necessary I could end up getting hurt. Not by my dad, he's actually decent (though a bit aloof), but by mom. She has a horrible temper and attitude.

He scoffs and looks over to mom. She's lounging on a bar stool in her bathrobe, scrolling through her phone, clearly uninterested in the current conversation.

"Well, whatever. I just needed to let you know that I'm going on a business trip. It'll be a few weeks, so I left some money. Don't let your mother get her hands on it." See, my dad and I have a secret system for when he has to leave. He 'hides' the money from mom, and each time it's in a different spot so she doesn't catch on. But, he always leaves little clues for me to find it. He turns for the garage door off the kitchen before looking back over his shoulder. "Also, get yourself a haircut, it's covering your eyes." And there's the hint.

I roll my eyes as he walks out the door. He always leaves me alone with her, and I always end up with a few bruises and maybe a broken bone in the end. I walk back downstairs after he leaves to get ready for the day. After my morning shower I dress in grey skinny jeans, a black Mayday Parade T-shirt, and throw a hoodie over it. I grab my favourite beanie and Converse, and head upstairs for a quick breakfast.

My mother completely ignores me as she moves from the kitchen into the living room, so I take that as my que to leave. I grab an apple and my backpack by the door and head out to walk to school. It's a short walk, only a few blocks, but it feels endless in the chilly October air. I huff out a breath of air and watch it turn into little ice crystals in the air. I pick up my pace and quickly walk up the school steps, keeping my dyed hair in front of my eyes.

People push into me from all sides , not caring that they're probably bruising my sensitive skin. But, whatever. It's better than them walking around me, leaving a 5-foot radius. That happened my first two years of high school, and it was completely awful, because people knew I was there, but still ignored me for no reason. Now, I don't get noticed at all. At first, it didn't bother me; it made me happy. But now, I could probably stand on a table and scream that I'm a unicorn from Oz sent by Zeus, and someone would sneeze and everyone would then around and say 'bless you' to that person.

It hurts, I can't deny that. It hurts a lot. No one pays attention to me - not my parents, teachers, or kids at school. I'm surprised I can go to a store and be able to buy things. Still, even then, they don't talk to me. I sigh and manage to push my way to my locker and make it to my first hour class, Accounting. I'm taking it independent as a college credit and I'm already further than anyone else. Tell me why I love it but also hate it. My teacher is amazing, though, so that definitely is a big contributing factor. She is very friendly, and does speak to me and helps me through when I get stuck on a problem. Yay for the small things.