Psychotics (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Two

Spencer's POV

The name is Spencer, but my really close friend just calls me Cer (Pronounced sir).

I am 20 years old and I'm currently getting ready to go to College... And I can't wait to get out of here, to leave this hell-hole.

There are way too many things I can't wait to leave behind. I'm pretty sure my father can't wait to see me off either because that's just how my life is, but I'd rather avoid details right now.

I'm so close to freedom, but it will have to wait. I have one more hour left here and then it's out of this fucking dump.

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I jolt awake to the sound of pounding on my door. Great. The parental unit is up.

"Unlock this damn door you ungrateful, stupid, little piece of shit or I will knock it down myself." That man's baritone voice echoed throughout this room of bad memories.

I scramble to the door quickly, the longer it takes to do one of his orders, the harder the beating is. I've disobeyed him before and I'm leaving for college in about 45 minutes, I don't want to get there with a brand new shiner. I suppose I could tell any nosy people that I had stood up for someone who was being bullied at my old school.

I pulled it open to reveal my adoptive Father. If you can even call him that. He's more like the person whose in my life to remind me that life isn't all sunshine and rainbows.

He was a man of around 48 and definitely had a demanding sense of threat and danger in his aura. He used to be amazing until one event occurred and left both of us with PTSD though I had that from when I was with my biological parents and at the adoption center anyway.

All he cares about is how I managed to ruin our family and how he has no reason to live other than to torment me.

Yeah, our families quite the basket case and we keep adding items.

"Bitch, I'm hungry, go make me some food before I throw up at the sight of your ugly face." He spat before walking down the hallway and into his room, slamming the door shut behind him quite loudly.

I ran down quickly and made him a quick sandwich with some potato chips with it. I put it on a tray and quietly and carefully set it on the table inside his room while he was in the bathroom.

I shut the door discreetly and quickly walked to my room. I shut the door and sat down with my head in my hands. He seriously needs help, terribly.

I sighed and picked up my suitcase. I set it on the bed and opened it to pack the rest of my items.

I pulled on a simple white tee and black skinny jeans with rips on the thighs and calves, but not the kind that's completely unappealing.

I pull on a maroon beanie and my lucky silver wolf necklace. I pack the rest of my stuff into the suitcase and run downstairs.

"Bye old man!" I yell daringly. As soon as I hear the first two insulting words out of his mouth from upstairs, I pick up my two suitcases and my back pack and run out to the convertible punch bug that I bought with my own money.

I set the suitcasees in the back seat and my backpack in the front passenger. I hopped in, started it up and pulled out quickly.

That would have been really bad if he had caught me. I'm hungry though, I think I will stop at a restaurant or a diner and get something to eat.

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I was about half way when I stopped to get something to eat. Which of course, gave me time to think and the worst place to be when your upset, is your mind.