Chapter One - Trouble

*Author's Note*

Contains cussing. Rated:M
This is a story about Blood On The Dance Floor. It has gay material. It also has some abuse and may be triggering. If you don't like it please just stop reading now. The band Blood on the Dance Floor is not famous unless the story states otherwise. Thanks for reading! Any feedback is accepted. Enjoy!



Dahvie's Pov

"David Jesus Torres! Get your fat ass up NOW!"

I heard my dad scream into my ear waking me up immeditly.

"It's Dahvie," I mumbled knowing he doesn't care.

"Get the hell out of bed now."

I slowly follwed his orders and stood up, bracing myself for the abuse.

He rose his hand and slapped me hard acrose my face.

I bit my lip so that I wouldn't cry out.

"You have 20 minutes to be at school," He ordered slapping me multiple times.

I watched him walk out of the room with tears rolling down my face.



I quickly grapped a pair of black skinny jeans and a Bring Me The Horizon shirt.

I went to my closet to pull out a black hoodie. Hopefully if I wear this, people won't see my bruises and scars from my most recent beatings.

"Come on cunt," I heard my dad's playmate Matt yell "I have to take your worthless ass to school."

I walk down the stairs grabbing my backpack. School is only a 20 minute walk. I don't see why they waste their time driving me.

"Are you coming bitch?" Matt yelled to me.

I didn't reply and just walked down the stairs. I stopped at the bottom stair. I felt a stinging sensation on my leg and looked down. I had a small knife protruding from my calf.

'What the fuck,' I thought as I looked down.

I heard belts of laughter coming from the living room and from right next to me.

"Really," I said " You're throwing knifes now? That's a good way to treat your son."

"You're not my fucking son!" I turned to look at my father.

"Oh yes I am. I came from your seed and you're going to have to accept that." I don't know where the confidence came from. I have been dealing with this since my mother died. I'm not dealing with this anymore. Why should I? What did I do to deserve this?

"Don't talk to your father like that!"

"Are you my father or not?"

"Get out. Just get the fuck out. Matt will put your shit on the porch. Never come back!"

_______20 Minutes later______

I arrived at the new school. Gosh it's big. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. (Before you say something, I bought this phone myself.) The little clock said it was 9:41. Shit. I was late. I came over Saturday so I was already registered.

I looked down at the small price of paper in my hands.

First Period- Science
Second Period- Reading
Third Period- Art
Lunch-12:30
Forth Period- Math
Fifth Period- Language Arts
Sixth Period- History
Seventh Period- Music
Eighth Period- Poetry

Guess I'll be going to Science now.

I'm walking down the hallways. Why would they paint the walls yellow? it makes the place seem like a prison.

I walked up to the door. I could just sit here and wait for the class to be over. No, they would call my dad and then I would be in some deep shit. I quietly knocked on the door hoping no one would hear it. Unfortunately, the boy closet to the door heard it and stood up.

"Hello!" the kid said, "You must be the new kid!"

Gosh he's cheerful.

"Oh David you're finally here." Mrs.Gilliam said.

"Can you please call me Dahvie?"

"Why?"

"I do not like the name. I really don't have to explain do I?"

"Drop the attitude Dahvie." Mrs.Gilliam said her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I spotted a chair near the back of the classroom. I walked over to Mrs.Gilliam, gave her my schedule ,and walked over to the seat.

"Did I tell you that you can sit down?" Mrs.Bitch said.

"No. Did you expect me to just stand there while you were bitchin' to me?"

The whole class went silent. I guess they weren't use to kids telling that to their teachers.

Mrs.Gilliam rushed out of the room. All the children started at me as if I just murdered a kitten.

"The fuck was that dude?" I turned and looked around to see who had said that. It was the boy that opened the door for me. I just shrugged my shoulders and pulled out my sketch pad. I began drawing a cross with a chain wrapped around it.

"Mr.Torres?" a voice made me look up. "I would like you to follow me to my office," Oh crap, this must be the principle. I have only been here for 20 minutes and I'm already in trouble. That has got to be a world record.

"David-"

"No, it's Dahvie," I corrected.

"You're file says your name is David,"

"Call me Dahvie," I said trough clenched teeth. David was my father's name. Well, it still is but I hate it.

"Okay fine. Dahvie would you like to explain what happened back in the classroom?"

"No,"

"Mrs.Gilliam said that you called her a bitch is that correct?"

"Yep," I said popping the 'p'.

"That kind of language is not okay. You can't say that to an adult."

"Can we just fucking get this over with?!?" I yelled getting more mad by the second.

"Dahvie!"

"What!?!"

"Don't use that kind of language in school!"

"Fuck this shit," I said as I walked out of the office into the hallways.





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Matt is not the Matt from the band D.R.U.G.S. Thanks for reading. Please comment and vote.