I'm BrOKen (boyxboy)

Chapter 8

Damian's POV:

It wasn't too long till I got to my house. It was a normal seemingly happy, pale yellow house with white trim. But the outside was just a facade. Inside it was absolute hell.

I cautiously walked up to the door that was slightly ajar and pushed it open. Tiptoeing in I tried to be as quiet as a could to not inform my father that I was home. Just as I was about to reach my door I hear my name yelled with such malice that it sent shivers up my spine.

"Get the fuck down here you faggot!"

I flinched at the derogative term and quickly shuffled down the creaky stairs to stand in front of my father.

"You tryin' to run away from me boy?"

"N-no! I d-didn't know you w-were home. S-so I was just go-going to do my h-homework. I'm s-sorry."

I heard the slap before I felt it.

"You disgusting faggot. Damn I wish I never fucked that slut. Cause you were the biggest mistake I have ever made."

He was hitting me in between each sentence and they got harder after he stopped talking. Soon I was on the ground curled up trying to protect my face from his shoes. He didn't even bother trying to not hit the visible spots. He didn't care if i went to school with black eyes or busted lips, he knew I would never attempt to tell anyone about his abuse.

Some of the teachers use to ask what happened to me but I always make up some stupid excuse that I fell or ran into something. They don't even bother to ask anymore because they know that I am lying and won't tell them the truth anytime soon.

Nyssa knows about the basics of what happens at home and she hates the fact that I am not telling anyone. She even threatened to go to the police herself but after many minutes of begging and a ton of tears she promised not to tell anyone. And when ever I come to school with any visible injuries she would immediately start fussing over me and squashing my face in her boobs. Those traumatic experiences only happen about twice a month.

Anyways back to the present time of me getting my ass beat. His hits began to slow down as his alcohol fogged brain made him dizzy and he passed out.

I knew he wasn't waking up anytime soon so I laid there for a while trying to will the pain away so I could back upstairs to my room. After the pain faded a bit I slowly got up with only throbbing pain all over my body. Once I got up the stairs I decided that I needed to take a shower to wash off the dried blood. I walked into the small bathroom and locked the door behind me.

The full length mirror reveled an underweight, bruised, and blooded boy with dull black hair that covered his eyes just enough. I sighed with despair knowing I will never have a nice body that someone could possibly love. Slowly I peeled off my clothes that were clinging to my body because of the blood. What was underneath made me grimace even more. Dark blue and purple bruises covered my body like camouflage print only to be broken up by the cuts and scars. Some scars were white and almost faded away while other were red and raised only just healed.

Tears sprang to my eyes when my dad's words came into my head. I was disgusting. I was a mistake that was never meant to be here.

I reached under the sink to the very back and grabbed the small wooden box that held my secret in it. Opening the rusted clasp I carefully picked up the shiny razors and after setting down the box I stepped into the shower. Turning on the shower the ice cold water hit my back but I was numb to it, the only thing on my mind was the small blade in my hand that was going to bring me the release I so desperately wanted-no-needed. I needed to feel the sting as I dragged the razor across my skin. I needed to see the dark blood coming from the cut. I needed it. Even if it did leave more scars on my body. I needed it. Even if I did regret it later. I NEEDED IT!

I slid down the tiled wall while sobbing my eyes out. I furiously wiped my eyes to clear them and brought the razor to my scarred thigh. My hand shook but right as I put it to my skin and tore it open I instantly calmed. The endorphins flowed around my body, making me relax and distracting me from any of my emotional pain.

But the numbness faded and I needed more. So I sat on the shower floor continuing my destructiveness till my thighs were thoroughly covered in cuts and blood was rushing down the drain. After deciding that it was enough for tonight I got up with some effort and rinsed my body and washed my hair. Turning off the shower and stepping out onto the cold tile I quickly wrapped myself in my worn out black towel.

I scurried out of the bathroom and across the hall to my room where I dried off and dressed in some warm sweats and a hoodie. I crawled into my bed not even bothering with my homework. I just wanted this day to be over already.

Just as I was falling asleep a certain blond haired boy with perfect collarbones popped into my head and I smiled. Somehow in a better mood, I feel asleep with dreams of the warmth of Tobby's arms around me.

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Hey my beautiful/handsome unicorns. I hope you are all having fun reading this.

This is more of a filler chapter to show you how Damian's home life is.

I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes so just tell me if there are.

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