Regrets - 5SOS (DISCONTINUED)

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chapter two

Calum shoved his stuff in his gym locker before he sprinted out of the building into the pouring rain.

It was 5:53 pm.

He was supposed to be home 23 minutes ago.

He ran down the street through the rain.

He dashed across the street and to the side of his house climbing up to his room window and climbing in.

He gently placed his wet bag on the ground and slipped off his wet and muddy shoes.

His bedroom door flung open.

"Where the fuck have you been!?" Marcus; his step father, yelled drunkenly.

Calum flinched and backed up against the wall as Marcus walked closer.

"I-I...w-was at...f-football" Calum stuttered nervously.

Marcus gripped Calum by the collar of his shirt.

"Worthless son of a bitch."

Marcus punches Calum in the face before letting go of his shirt causing Calum to fall to the ground.

Marcus began to repeatedly kick Calum and hit him screaming at him.

"Faggot, fat ugly piece of shit!"

Every blow, every word, broke Calum more and more.

Marcus yelled for Calum to get up but he couldn't he was dizzy and weak.

"Stand the fuck up faggot!"

Marcus angrily kicked Calum in the head, knocking him unconscious.

He left Calum's room shutting the door behind him.

Calum woke up 15 minutes later.

His vision was foggy and the room was spinning.

He crawled to his bathroom and emptied his already empty stomach into the toilet.

Calum pulled off his clothes and weakly crawled into the bathtub turning on the shower.

He didn't care if the water was freezing cold, he was already numb.

The water flowed red down the drain as the blood was washed off his body, he lid in the bathtub silently crying.

He wishes he could go back in time and see his parents again, it's his fault they're gone.

If his stupid 6 year old self hadn't of asked his mum to take him to get ice cream then his mum and sister wouldn't have been hit by that truck; his father wouldn't have remarried when he was 7 and wouldn't have died in a car accident on the way to his soccer game when he was 9; he wouldn't have been stuck with his step parents.

It's all his fault.

Calum turned the heat of the water up and grabbed his blade sliding it across his wrist and thighs multiple times.

The hot water burning his cuts.

He turned off the shower and bandaged his cuts before stepping on the scale frowning.

He'd gained weight.

He was now 107 pounds.

Ugh he thought he was so fat.

Calum emptied his stomach into the toilet once again before brushing his teeth and going to bed.

He tried to sleep but his insomnia got the best of him.

He lid awake for hours before he eventually cried himself to sleep at 6 am.