Bxb The Boy With The Broken Eyes

Chapter 16

[SO TWO THINGS: 1. I JUST REALIZED I HAD THEM DRIVING HOME SLIGHTLY DRUNK HAHA THIS STORY IS A TRAINWRECK AND 2. IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY, CHECK OUT A NEW ONE I BEGAN WRITING CALLED "SHIPPED OFF" IT'S SLIGHTLY SIMILAR BUT NOT QUITE. THE CHARACTERS ARE IN BOARDING SCHOOL. I'M EXTREMELY EXCITED FOR IT. I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE. HONESTLY THIS STORY WAS ONE OF THE FIRST I EVER WROTE SO THEIR ARE MANY FLAWS AND BECAUSE OF THAT, IT DIS-MOTIVATES ME TO CONTINUE (made up a word I think heh) BUT I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE LEFT HANGING SO I'M GOING TO TRY WRAPPING THIS STORY UP SOON BUT YEAAA CHECK OUT MY STORY AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. If you are interested, here is the link or just go on my profile and you'll see it there.  https://www.wattpad.com/story/74928259-shipped-off-boyxboy]

Blake's Pov:

I sent him a text when I got home. I knew he would most likely knock out once he got to his room so I didn't expect a reply back yet.

Hope you don't get into any trouble -B

With that, I stripped and hopped into my shower. I let the hot water run through my hair thinking. 

My hangover is gonna be a bitch. 

Turning off the faucet, I wrapped my towel around and rummaged through my room for some clean boxers and a t-shirt or muscle shirt. Drunk sleep is honestly the best sleep hands down next to being high. Maybe it's just me though. My head was still a bit shaky but I could manage. All I could think about was Jake. Maybe I should have had him sleep over instead of dropping him off as drunk as he was. I'm sure his parents will help him out though. Come to think of it, I never hear him speak about his home life. Does he have any siblings? What's his mother like? Do they accept him? 

My eyes grew heavy after a while and I felt myself drift to sleep.

Jake's Pov:

I stepped inside my home seeing my father passed out around the sofa. There were beer bottles around him and the house smelled like cigarettes. I started to giggle to myself for no apparent reason. Walking up the stairs, I ended up tripping. Getting up I felt the stairs sway. Suddenly, falling asleep on the floor felt like the best decision. 

I felt my phone vibrate but I fell asleep before I could check it out. 

"Why even keep the brat? It's enough dealing with your bitchy attitude 24/7!" My father screamed.

"Well I'm sorry you would rather be a deadbeat then stay with the mother of your child and the child itself!" My mother yelled back at him. 

"You trapped me, it's what you did best back then right?! Forcing a child on me you know I can't stand!"

"Well if I knew you were such an angry dirty fuck I would have never given you the time of day. Good luck with him!"

"So what? You have a kid then leave him with the father when things don't go your way?! Take this fucking monster!" My father screamed but my mother was already gone. 

I Could be heard in the back crying from the fear.

I shot up, sweat rolling down my face. Another dream from my past. This time it was more of a flashback. 

Why was I on the staircase? FUCK! I think I've got a migraine or some shit like that.

I groaned in pain. My fathers body was no longer on the ground. Not long after I looked he walked into the room and I froze up. 

Shit.

"...Go clean up." Was all he said his face showing clear disappointment.

What?

"O-okay.." I stuttered. I ran to my room taking off the sweater and converse I still had on from last night. I got comfortable and began cleaning up around the house.

"Didn't I say to clean up?" I hear my father says from behind me calmly. It frightened me.

"I-I am. I'm almost done with the living roo-"

"Not the house, get that dirty alcohol smell off your cloth and fix your hair. You look like shit. Once you're done, THEN, I want the house clean." He said walking away again. 

By now I was really scared. Where is my usual beating? What happened to locking me in my room? Yelling at me? I'd rather any of this then having to keep my guard up for an unexpected attack. His calm voice sounded too calm. What's on his mind? Maybe I did something last night? Shit, what did I do then?

I got up and went upstairs to shower. Once I stepped out, I dried myself and threw on some skinnies and a plain grey t-shirt. I left my wet hair alone. It usually dries out pretty nicely. Afterwards, I skipped breakfast and finished up the house. I was going to go out for a walk or something. Anything but having to be here suspicious all day. 

I heard a ding. It was my phone. I had 3 missed text from Blake. 

Hope you don't get into any trouble -B

Good morning my love<3 -B

I don't wanna seem clingy but it's the evening now and I still haven't heard back from you. Lmk  you're alright :/ -B

I opened the call bubble letting it ring his number.

Footsteps approached me and I turned around to face my father.

"Oh good. You're all done here. Now I think we can sit down and talk." 

I tensed up.

"O-oh well.. Okay" I say.

He walked over slowly and before I could comprehend the situation, he charges at me and grabs my wrist pulling me to him as he pulled something out. 

"D-Dad, your hurting me!"

"I KNOW YOU CAME HOME FROM DRINKING LAST NIGHT WASTED, YOU THINK YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK NOW HUH?? IF YOU THINK YOU CAN FOLLOW AFTER ME AND MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A BAD FATHER THEN SURELY YOU CAN TAKE WHAT COMES NEXT!" 

He pulled out his knife with his free hand while using the other hand he used to pull me close. I felt a sharp pain and screamed out. He was cutting my arm trying to get to my face. I gained the strength to kick him any place my leg was able to reach and tried to sprint to the door before he pulled me back in. I close my eyes waiting for the stabbing pain I expected to feel yet never came.

Bang

I looked up shaking from the whole thing and the amount of blood I felt I was losing. 

I look above me and see my father fall to his knees, dropping the knife and gripping his now bleeding arm from the gunshot that just occurred. The police made there way in handcuffing my father while paramedics rushed in. They wrapped my arm walking me to the ambulance truck to send me to the hospital. Once I stepped out my house I see a car pull up followed by Blake running out over to me. The neighbors were staring but I didn't care. 

"ARE YOU OKAY BABY OH GOD, I HEARD YOU ON THE PHONE, OH MY GOD IS THAT BLOOD?! He screamed freaking out. It hurt but adrenaline was still flowing through me from fear so the pain wasn't too bad.

"I'm fiiine Blake. Breath!" I say to him. He just hugs me tightly and goes into the ambulance with me.

[Ooooh one last thing, i don't know why my account is acting up but I re-posted the picture of what Jenson looks like. I'll also be putting up Jake and Blake in the next chapters. My messaging and comment section is also acting up so sorry to anyone that had gotten some weird reply from me haha I didn't notice until today but yeah sorry. My bad.]