I look in the mirror to figure out who I am.

Chapter eleven

WARNING: This chapter briefly contains violence and description of violence. Nothing too bad II promise.

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*Drew’s POV*

Dad came home in a bad mood again. You would think that he would either just quit this job, or at least do something to get the anger out.

Besides taking it out on me.

The truly sad part of all of this is that I don’t even know if he remembers half the time or not. Sometimes he gives me looks of guilt, but he never bothers to say anything about why. Why do I deserve this? I was the one that stayed when mom left. I was the one that helped him stay on his feet and find a job.

Sometimes I wonder why I am still here. Maybe I should just pack up my stuff and leave. But if I do that then who will dad have left? I hate this. I wish that someone or something would just give me a sign that tells me what to do.

I know it doesn’t work like that, but it should.

Dad really did a number on me today. He got home early ranting about how much he hates his job and started beating me with a beer bottle until in broke across my stomach. Then he started to kick me until I passed out.

I again woke up in a puddle of my own blood. I think my rib is broken because it hurts to breathe. I all but crawl over to the bathroom sink and look for the medical kit, but it is not there. That asshole must have moved it when he left.

Damn it. Now what do I do? Dad went out to a bar, so I can’t hope be sobers up and helps me. Vincent left to go out of town once Keaton left his house. I guess he wanted to see him before he left because he is going to be gone for a week and he has a crush on the kid.

Keaton is probably just mad at everyone right now, so his phone is most likely on his dresser while he blasts his music. That means that even if I call him, he is not going to pick up.

I can’t call any of the other guys because they all are not the kind of people that I trust with anything. That just leaves one person.

And there is no way in hell that I want him back in my house. I would have to be dying. There is no way that I even need to call him. I can get u-

Strike that. I can’t seem to be able to get up at all and my stomach feels like there is some internal bleeding. Well, this doesn’t seem to be getting any better.

I guess it is time to suck up my pride. I just hope that the jerk helps me again.

He answers on the third ring. “What the fuck do you want Chadwick? I am busy here.” This was a bad idea. He isn’t going to help me.

I try to say something, but I can can’t seem to form the words just right. My stomach is really hurting now.

“Chadwick!....Drew? Are you ok?”

No I am not ok! Idiot. If I was ok do you think I would be calling you of all people? You are nothing but a self-centered prick with a nice ass. God Dammit! Not now thoughts. Leave me alone.

“..I” I think I need to sleep now.

“Drew? DREW? Fuck you if this is some sort of trick or something. GOD DAMMIT ASSHOLE! ANSWER ME!”

I can hear him calling my name as I slowly start to lose consciousness. “..Help.”

*Wes’s POV*