Im in Love With My Bully (bxb)

Chapter 1 (not edited)

One cut for the pain I caused my mom. Two cuts for the pain I cause my dad. Three cuts for the life I have... Just a few more will do. I thought to myself as the blade pierced my skin. Blood pouring out of my slits as I felt a heavenly release. All the pain I had felt that day almost... was... just... Gone. Finally...4 more cuts for being gay and getting abused by my parents every single day...

Finally my sweet release was here I felt no more pain. Everyday I would cut and I did it like it was like my daily routine. I did it 24/7...

Literally.

With most teens my age music is there "heavenly release", with me mines is a blade. Nobody understands me whatsoever and I hate it no matter how hard I try it just is not gonna happen. I've tried everything I can but nobody seems to give a fuck. I've tried cutting extremely deep to where I thought I was going to die, but I ended up in a coma for 3 days.

My parents, or should I say caretakers pretended to care but as soon as got home I thought I would never make it. But I guess it just not my time to leave my body... Sadly

*****flashback*****
After the hospital:
I came home with over 100 stitches on one arm and 498 in my other arm. I was extremely scared to go home because every time the doctor out nurse would leave the room I would get looks by my parents. As soon as I get home I know there's going to be trouble.
**at home (fbc)**
I thought to myself maybe the if I run up the stairs as fast as possible I might not have gotten caught if I wasn't in extreme pain. Before I could reach the third step, I felt strong hands grab me by the neck and soon enough I ended up on the floor. " what the fuck was that for"? "Your so damn ungrateful. After all that we've done for you, you just will never accept it . You could've ruined our reputation. Your father and I had a million dollar offer on the table and instead of accepting the offer and creating a better life for your ass I got a dumb ass call talking about 'your son is in the hospital' for some dumb shit that you pulled. Your a fucking disgrace to this family. Sometimes I wish I would've just had an abortion with you". After about 10 minutes of her rambling on, that's when the real torture began.

My father did all of the physical abuse, while my mother usually just did the verbal abuse. I was told to get up, so, doing as told i tried to stand up only to get knocked back down to the ground only harder. My attempts to get up and run were useless. No matter how hard I would try. He was just a little bit quicker than me. He punched me in my eye, scratched my face, kicked me in my shin, etc...

****End Of Flashback****

Having that flashback always gives me the chills. It was worst in person.