Drunk {{TomTord}}

chapter 1

•Tom•

I layed in my boyfriends bed. Bruises littered my body and I had a huge pain in my ass. My boyfriend was named Tyler. When I didn't do something he wanted right then, I would get another blow to my body.

Tonight he pressured me into having really rough sex with him. It was painful, but at least I didn't get hit as much. I really need to find some way to leave him. But.. If I leave him he threatened to kill me.

I looked over at Tyler. He was asleep. So I decided to get up and get something to drink. But I was stopped when he grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"To get something to drink..?.."

"Better watch how you talk to me" he replied to my obvious response.

"I-im sorr-"

"Better be, little whore" Tyler spat at me and letting go of my wrist roughly. I looked down while walking out into the kitchen. It was hard to walk. So I grabbed the alcohol out of the fridge and sat down. But sitting down made the pain worse.

With a sigh I got up from the chair and walked back into the bedroom. But I wasn't greeted with roses or kisses. I was greeted with a fierce and stinging punch to the face. The already forming bruise around my eye started to get worse because of the recent punch.

"Who the hell is edd?!" Tyler screamed at me furiously. "Are you seeing someone else? Do I need to kill this bastard?!" He added on. "N-no!" I said quietly while cowaring down. "H-hes just a friend, Tyler" I added on. "Get your stuff and get the fuck out, NOW" he yelled while throwing my clothes at me. And that's exactly what I did.

I quickly got dressed and headed out got into my car. But right as I was about to drive back to my apartment, I got a text from Tyler.

Tyler: fucking freak show, how do you have friends?! Anyways I'm coming over tomorrow right. You better prepare me some good food.

I sighed in defeat. I know I needed to do something to get rid of Tyler. But Im not ready to die. I wanna die old with the person that I love. But knowing me... No one truly loved me.. I'm a freak show. I'm a stress reliever and some play toy. Im trash.

Once I ended up back at my apartment, I called edd back.

"Hey edd, sorry I wasn't able to get your call. I was at Tyler's house. But I'm home now"

"That's good, I can tell by your voice you made it home safe! Anyways have any plans tomorrow? You're always with Tyler, me and matt never really get to see you anymore.." Edd said sadly.

"Oh.. Uhm sorry edd.. He's actually coming over tomorrow for dinner and spending the night.." I said with a sad sigh.

"Oh.. Ok... Well maybe next week? Anyways good night tom.." Edd said hanging up the phone. Sadness ringing in his voice.

I looked at my phone and sighed deeply. Throwing my phone on my bed and getting undressed. I walked to my shower. I always cry in the shower because no one can hear me cry or see me cry when im in the shower. So I turned the water on till it was scorching hot. I did this every time I had sex with someone. That's because it always made me feel dirty and worthless.

I stepper into the shower and before the water could even rip into my skin, I was already bawling my eyes out. Or eye sockets. I dont have eyes. That's one reason why everyone uses me..

I sat in the shower curled up in a ball. My skin a canvas filled with blue, black, red, yellow, and purple bruises. The hot water boring down on my body and bruises hurt like hell, but I was used to it by now.

I just sat in the shower for an hour curled up in a ball sobbing until in was numb. Then I got out of my shower and put on some pjs. I was gonna go to bed, but I had a thought. ' why not make yourself even number' and with that I went to the kitchen chugging down any booze I had. Soon I somehow ended up in my room and passed out.