I'm Just A Freak- Hybrid ImmortalFox

New day, new school

He woke up groggily at the familiar voice of his father yelling at him from downstairs.

"Hey freak, time to make me breakfast!"

"Coming, sir!"

That's what his father made him address him as. Well, he also had the choice of calling him master, but honestly he preferred the first choice.

He scratched the back of his dog ear and yawned, stretching his limbs until he heard a satisfying cracking noise.

He rushed to get his clothes from his closet, picking a blue beanie, a simple t-shirt, hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. He always wore baggy clothing to insure that his tail couldn't be seen when he stuffed it in his pants or his shirt.

He walked into the only bathroom in the apartment, towel in hand, and took a two minute shower. He stepped out careful as to not slip and started drying himself off, making sure not to miss his ears or his tail. He looked at himself in the mirror and cringed; his body was covered in bruises and scars. On his face there was a noticeable black eye he had to hide for the entire day, great.

He rapidly put on his clothes and brushed his teeth, stuffing his tail in up is shirt and covering his ears as much as he could with his hat.

He quickly made his way downstairs, trying his best to stay quiet; his drunken father hated noise during his hangover, as any normal person would. He almost made it until he tripped on the last step making him drop to the ground with a loud thud.

He started to panic when he heard a door open and footsteps approaching him, getting louder by the second.

Before he could try and get up, he felt a strong hand grab his hidden ear and pull him from the floor. He whimpered as he was thrown to the wall, immediately sliding down against it. Normally, Aleks would try and fight but this week his abuser had been particularly rough on him, leaving him with barely any untouched body parts. Over time he had gotten used to the daily beatings, so he was able to do many tasks with little strength.

He felt a strong kick hit his stomach, cutting off his breathing. He hugged his stomach and put his head in his knees as he curled into a small ball on the floor.

"I said no noise in the morning! What kind of dumbass are you? You can't even understand a simple rule! Fucking worthless! Now make me a fucking breakfast!"

He heard the sound of fading footsteps as he gasped desperately for air. He did what he could to catch his breath and got up to make breakfast.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, as he painfully reached for all the ingredients he needed.

He started cooking eggs and bacon, for himself as well as his abusive father.

He served the alcoholic man's plate and silently made his way up the few stairs that led to the small second floor. He cautiously knocked and the door and waited.

"Come in."

He slowly opened the door and saw the violent man on his bed watching TV, half a beer in hand.

He took another gulp before he spoke.

"Bring it."

He walked to the bed and placed the plate in the man's hands and started walking out the door.

He sighed in relief as he heard no complaint from the man's mouth; no complaint meant no extra beating session.

He closed the door and walked down the stairs to eat his own meal.

He ate his meal in peace, finding comfort in the rare silence. He finished and put it in the sink with the other dishes; he would wash them when he got back.

He looked at the time, 6:47 in the morning, more or less ten minutes before the school bus arrived at his stop.

He put on his running shoes and walked out the door, backpack leaning on one of his aching shoulders. He marched to his stop reluctantly, sighing as he imagined what his first day would be like.

He imagined just as his old school was, filled with bullies and stuck-up girls. If he wasn't getting hit at home, he was getting humiliated at school. The worst part was, since he was too shy to make friends, he had no one to help him.

He arrived at the bus stop and was surprised and relieved to see no other teen there; at least he would get peace going and leaving school.

He moved his fluffy dog tail around, trying to put it in a more comfortable position. Hiding his animal body parts was a pain, so much so that they would always be cramped after an average day of hiding them.

Moments later, he saw a usual school bus turn the corner and, remembering his black eye; he fixed his hair and pulled up his hood as to mask it as best he could.

"Finally, goddamn," he muttered, already getting impatient at the day's slow pace so far.

The bus stopped in front of him and the bus driver opened the doors. He stepped on, muttering a quick 'hello' to the man in the driver's seat.

He scanned around the bus for an empty seat, feeling everyone's gaze on him. He walked to back where he had spotted the only empty seat left in the before last row. He sat down, making himself comfortable.

Noticing that there silence was still the only thing being heard, he coughed as to subtly tell everyone to fuck off.

Everyone returned to their idle chit-chat except for the group behind him, whose stare he could still feel burning into the back of his skull.

He stared out the window, trying to ignoring the irritating feeling of people staring at him.

He heard a sudden voice behind him, "Hey, you're the new kid, right?"

He turned towards the kid behind him, not caring that they saw his full face for he had taken the time to check on his phone's reflection if his black eye was mostly covered, which it was.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Well, hi, we're the Creatures!"

"What's a Creature?" he questioned, unfamiliar to this term.

"We're a group of friends who record commentaries and skits and upload them to YouTube," the guy with the red baseball cap explained.

"Oh, cool," he responded.

He looked at all of them, one by one. Behind him was the guy with a red baseball cap and next to him there was another guy with a Batman shirt and a camera with a microphone strapped across his body who was conversing with the people beside him.

Beside the two was a guy with a red hoodie with an odd logo on it with 'ZeRoyalViking' written in a stylish font at the bottom. The one beside him was a teen with a noticeably growing beard and a black t-shirt with 'Are you a girl?' written visibly in white in the middle.

And finally there were the people in the seat next to his. A blonde skinny teen leaning tiredly on the shoulder of the one with a Cookie Monster beanie on his head, both gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

"What's up with them?" he asked the one with the red hat.

He shrugged, "They're together."

"Oh."

Aleks sighed in relief; although he never told his dad, he was bisexual, so knowing that these potential friends accepted homosexuals was comforting.

"Oh yeah, I should introduce you!" the guy proposed.

"I'm Jordan or Kootra, this guy is Dan, those two over there are Sp00n and Ze and the two next to you are James and Seamus. And then there's-"

"Hey guys!"

Hello friends~ New chapter! Thanks for the amazing support so far, I really needed it! <3 Special thank you to AquaHartstone and l3beautifulNightmare for the follows! <3