Abusive - Psych

Chapter 6

//actions of abuse, and self harm

(Tyler's POV)

I woke up on the cold ground, I looked around no one was here. My phone had 30 miss calls, oh well.

I walked to the trash can and puked, more then once. I haven't ate since yesterday. Grabbing my water bottle my pills I left. Taking a taxi home it was 1:58.

I made it by 2:30 am and walking in the door. He was drunk again sitting at the table. He looked at me as I laid my hoodie down on the table and my heart start beating fast knowing what was coming up.

He threw his beer bottle at me and it shattered as it hit the floor. He got up so fast he knocked the chair across the room. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! LITTLE FUCK!" He came closer and closer to me.

"Around sorry, I went for a walk once you left." Lies, but my phone buzzed in my pocket. He pulled out his pocket knife. He grabbed my arm, "YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE AGAIN!" He yelled in my face as he took his pocket knife to my arms.

He ran it right down my arm, I tried to pull away but it only made it worse. "STOP!" I yelled as the blood ran fast to the floor. He grabbed my other hand and did the same but I pulled away to where it only ran half way.

I kicked him, knocking him down I opened the door and ran. I ran down the road, slowly but surly I got away. Stopping under the light I looked at my arms bleeding fast, I pulled my phone out getting blood on it. I pulled lassie's house address up on google maps and thank god he was close.

I ran, almost passing out I went up his porch and banged on the door. My vision was getting blurry, I don't know what's happening. All I saw a light and I was inside a house, then a bathroom. My arms stung, I couldn't see anything, it was so blurry.

"He tried to kill me" is the last thing I remember saying.

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I think this is the start of shassie to be honest.