Just On Time (Jayy Von Monroe Fanfic) (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Five: Blood and Kisses

HEY PEOPLESSSSSSSSS ^,_,^ :o It's a crying kitty D': NO KITTY DON'T CRY!! KITTY NOOOO BE HAPPY!! DON'T WORRY!! BE HAPPY!! SMILEY FACE :D

*Damon's P.O.V*

I ran inside my house as fast as I could. I ran up the concrete pavement and stopped at the screen door, breathing heavily before opening it and running upstairs, avoiding my father's wrath. Jayy hadn't been at school today so all the bullies decided to pick on me. Drew mainly. Tears were streaming down my face as I slammed the bathroom door shut. I slammed too hard though because, one of the stupid pictures on the wall fell to the ground, pieces of glass scattering around the cold tiled floor.

 I growled in frustration and bent down, ripping open the bathroom cabinet door. I reached behind one of the clear, plastic buckets and pulle dout one of the purple dixie cups. I reached inside it and pulled out one of my razors. I breathed in deeply and pulled up my pant leg. I placed the sharp side of the small razor aagisnt my calf, and pushed down roughly before quickly tearing it across my skin. The skin ripped and small droplets of blood formed in the ripped cut and I smiled at how deep I managed to make it. I did this two more times, deeper and deeper. The cuts began stinging a little bit as my first cut began creating a small blood trail, trailing down my calf and onto the instep part of my foot.

 I leaned my head against the bathroom door and a small smile forced itself onto my lips. It took a while, but soon the other cuts also had blood slowly forming inside them and flowing over onto my leg, running over the other previous cuts. I looked down at the three, deep cuts and bit my lip, allowing a few more tears to escape. I loud bang from down stairs made me cringe, and realize that my father was home. I pulled down my pant leg quickly, and gasped in pain when it hit my cuts but took in a deep breath and quickly cleane dup the glass, throwing it away before shoving the picture into the bathroom closet, and putting the razor back in the purple dixie cup, and into the cabinet. 

 I opened the door and jumped back in shock when I saw my father's, drunk bloodshot brown eyes starring into mine, right in front of the door. "The screen door was open." he growled lowly and grabbed the hood of my hoodie, throwing me into my room roughly, which was across the hall of the bathroom. I fell onto the floor, in front of my bed, in pain and landed on a broken, metal hanger, so the broken metal was jabbed into my side. I whimpered quietly but kept my eyes locked on my father who stalked into my room and kicked my door shut.

 An award hanging beside my door for 'Best Artist' fell to the ground, and he stepped on it, ripping the fragile paper in half. My eyes widened in sorrow, and a few tears came to the corners of my eyes. It was my favorite award.

 "This should teach you to not leave the god damn door open for the entire fucking neighborhood to see our fucking house." my father growled and kicked my stomach. I groaned in pain and I shut my eyes as he gave me a few more kicks before he swiftly turned around and stalked out of my room. I waited until he was safely downstairs to get up and painfully crawl over to the award.

 I took the two ripped pieces in my hands and starred down at them, one of my tears landing on one of them.

~Flashback~

 "And, the best 5th grade artist award goes to.... Damon Black!" my 5th grade art teacher announced over the intercom. At the time, my name had been Damon Black, instead of Damon Ryder-Black because my dad decided to change it after my mom died so that I had both their names on it. That was before he became an abusive alcoholic.

 All of my friends at the time cheered and clapped me on the back. I smiled and ran out of the classroom door since the lady over the intercom said for me to go down to her art room. Racing down there, she was waiting at the door for me. "Hi Mrs.Black!" I cheered happily. People always made jokes about how she was my mom and stuff because of her last name, but she's not.