Author's note:
I'm back y'all! I wanna say a huge massive SORRY because I've not been updating for the past...year. It's just my parents have been confiscating my laptop and my phone numerous times and finally Ive found the time to update again! Now, back to the story....
Justin's P.O.V
Oh gosh. I can't let anyone find out. I just can't. Dad would beat me up even more. I got off my seat and ran up to my room. I slammed the door shut and sat on my bed. Justin, don't cry. I thought to myself. Be strong. I thought again.
'Justin, are you ok? You can talk to me.'
'Why should I? You're not my mother! Just leave me alone. Or better, get out of my house. I don't want to ever see you again, bitch!'
That should shut her up. I heard her run down the steps. Probably I was too harsh. Who cares anyways? Aargh. My life is so messed up. I may be the quarterback in the football team and the badass in my high school but I have issues. Issues with my life.
Alex's P.O.V
I couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't want to see me anymore then fine. Be it that way. Hurt, I ran down, grabbed my bag and dashed out of the house.
As I walked to my house, I thought. Why would Justin self-harm? Those scars. They look so deep. I really want to help him. Sometimes when I look at him in the eye, I don't see anything happy. His eyes show gloom and emptiness even though he's so popular in school. I need to know more about him. But how?
Justin's P.O.V
It's 10 o'clock. Dad should be back. I made sure the whole house was clean and tidy. As soon as the front door opened I quickly helped Dad with his blazer and suit case and Mom with her coat and suit case.
'Justin, has Alex left the house yet?'
I nodded my head. My parents inspected the whole house. All my video games are safely hidden under a loose tile under my carpet. My parents are the most strict parents you can ever imagine. Those scars on my wrist. I don't self harm. My parents... Well, they beat me up. So, I have to wear a sweater to school everyday to hide my bruises. I don't have freedom. Never had any. When I bully people, which I don't intend to, I feel good. I feel that people should feel how I feel when my parents beat me up. I can't help it.
"JUSTIN! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! VIDEO GAMES?! SINCE WHEN WAS THIS BULLSHIT SUPPOSE TO BE IN THE HOUSE?!" I got startled at the sudden yelling. I looked at my father who was holding on to my video games. I had no idea how he could find it. I looked down at my feet and started to tear.
My mother grabbed my face vigorously, "LOOK AT FATHER.", and slapped my face. My cheek was throbbing. I touched my cheek and winced. My father broke all of my video games and I gasped.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING SUCH A STUBBORN ASS." I backed away when my father started to take out his belt.
No...no...no... Not the belt, I thought. Panic rose in me. I eyed the belt and gulped.
"COME HERE, YOU BLOODY ASSHOLE! YOU DESERVE IT!" I started heading towards the door. I could not take it anymore.
"COME BACK HERE!!"
I dashed out of the house, tears streaming down my face. I didn't know where I was heading to. Five minutes later, I found myself panting in front of Alex's house. I ran to the porch and then banging my hand against the door. The front door swung open.
"Manners please, Justin. What do you want?" Mr Lee asked in frustration.
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Falling for a Bully
RomanceAlex just migrated to Washington D.C from Singapore and she is not used to her new surroundings but she's trying her best to adapt. She meets a bully, Justin whom she will soon find out about his awful past that had changed him to be a bully. Alex t...
