My broken boy cake boyxboy au

Calum's Past

I walk into school and is greeted by Brandon my main bully. Before Luke moved here he picked on me he had this insane idea that we were dating. He would kiss me then he would hit me. It was off and on again he was fucking nuts. One day we were at my house. After I tried to make him leave I decided that it wasn't worth fighting because he's obviously a lot bigger than me. Sometime later he grabbed my jaw

"You act so fucking selfish babe" he growls and his nails dig into my jaw.

"S-stop," I whine trying to get free of his grasp.

He tighten his grip then flipped me over roughly pulling my pants down. He rubbed my ass then I felt it. He smacked my ass hard and it fucking hurt. I cried out and he kept doing it till he drew blood. My neighbor Ms. Hopkins heard and called the police and the ambulance. I was fucking bleeding from my ass and my parents pressed charges with out a trial much to my relief. That's when my dad started beating me. It was like over night he changed I knew it. I still let myself believe that it was a phase and that he'd grown to stop. This was my father after all. That's when I started cutting, too. A cut for being ugly, for being a fag, for being a disappointment, for being week, for being fat. Sure I was popular at school but that didn't change how I looked at myself. I was a fucking mess because of my father and because of Brandon. I still wince sometimes when I sit down. The best part is they've let Brandon go but he's not aloud 30 feet near me. He's also been diagnosed with Bipolar aggression. You'd think I couldn't forgive him but I did. It wasn't his fault he had a mental disease. He couldn't control his emotions and I can't stay mad at that. I know he's getting medication now but for my dad the beatings are getting worse. He's getting drunk a lot now, I will come home and he will be passed out on the floor with beer cans and bottles all around him. At first I didn't know I was suppose t clean them up. They're his mess but after one night when he threw an empty beer bottle near my head I knew that I had to clean up his shit. My dad would use his belt and his shoe to hurt me he would hurt me mentally. I told myself I was better than this. That I did't need him in my life, my dad was a monster but the bigger monster was the demons that I had with me. Sure my father would sober up but that didn't stop the beatings. He knew that, he would get angry and I was just so fucking scared all the time. Like all the time I was scared for my life and it was horrible and my father liked that. He liked that control he had over me. Mali ran away after she found my father beating the living crap out of me.  It made me mad at first but now I was just sad. She was to much of a coward to protect her younger brother so she ran. She didn't know the scars that littered my body. Every inch of me was covered in faded pink lines that was made from a blade. Every line was an unpleasant reminder that I was a fuck up. It was so fucking hard you know that this was my life and it was my fault. Till I met Luke

A/N Awe that was so heavy and dark. SO that's Calum's past. You woulda never guessed would ya? Anyway I would like to dedicate this chapter to CashtonSmile
for being an amazing writer and for inspiring me to finish this chapter.