The Story of Rossbop

Chapter 2

Ross's P.O.V

Sundays. To me, it's like the best/worst day of the week. It's still the weekend, but you know you have to go to school tomorrow. I lay on my bed and turn on my computer.I watch Attack on Titan for a couple of hours before I heard the front door open and slam shut. Uh oh. Jack's back.(lol) Jack is my older brother and my "protective" guardian. I heard him stomp up the stairs. The closer he got to the top, the tenser I became. I already know what's gonna happen but it still is pretty terrifying. My door slammed open and there stood a drunk Jake.

Ever since he turned 21, he's been drinking, all day, everyday. He glares his drunken eyes at me and growls, "Stand up." I did as told, knowing that disobeying him just makes it worse. He harshly grabbed my arm and pulls up my sleeve, reveling many scars and bruises from previous times. He took a knife out his pocket and pushed it down on my skin, dragging it across, making a deep cut. He did it again, deeper. Then again. Then again. He moved to my other arm and did the same thing. I didn't cry out in pain, no matter how bad I wanted to, knowing the consequence for it. He pushed me on the bed and made 5 deep cut in both my legs. I winced at the last cut, and was met with a punch to the jaw that sent me to fall backwards on the bed.

He staggered out the door and slammed it shut. I pulled my knees to my chest and sobbed. I had to do thus after he left, for obvious reasons. Well tomorrow I have to, yet again, go to hell, I mean school, nope I mean hell. And then come home to the same abuse that happens everyday. I get up and head to the bathroom. I closed and locked the bathroom door behind me and looked in the mirror. I opened up the cabinet and pulled out a small sharp blade. I pulled up my sleeve and began adding on to the scars that Jake made. 'One for being abused, one for being bullied, one for being bi.' I did the same to the other arm making 6 total cuts. I rinsed the blade off and put it back on top of the cabinet. I rinsed the blood off my wrists and walked out the bathroom. I took off my clothes and put on some baggy pajama pants and a t-shirt. I got in bed and slept, dreading the next day.

(Hey guys. This was one of the hardest chapters to write so far. I don't like seeing, hearing, or writing abuse and self harm. So I hope you guys are enjoying my book so far and thank you all for supporting me. I appreciate all of you. So, until the next chapter, Peace and Stay Fresh ✌ )