Shattered

Chapter One: Something About HIM

Michaels P.O.V

Now what was I to do? I couldn't just... Go to school and pretend nothing happened, though that's what I wanted to do.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. I felt like some love struck teenage girl. Ew. The thought of him sent butterflies to my stomach and a smile to my face, which I loathed.

I didn't want to like him. I didn't want to end up being hurt, being lied to, being stared at for being the first openly gay couple, etc.

If I was even gay at all.

I still looked at girls and my hormones did rage, but not like they did when I thought of Andy. But.. I didn't... Like him. Gosh no..

After finally taking a shower and putting on my sleep pants and socks, I decided to get some dinner so I could finally get some sleep. I walked lowly down our white, spiral steps and went into the kitchen to be greeted by my mother. "Hey stranger" She smiled at me, marinating some chicken. I chuckled and sat on the stool at the counter. "Whatcha making, Ma?" I asked, playing with the pot sitting in front me. "Its a surprise, but I'm sure you'll love it" My mother was a great cook. She did work at a five star restaurant, but sadly she got hurt on the job and they ended up laying her off. Now she's a nurse. I loved my mother. She's achieved almost every goal she's wanted to, and nothing would ever stop here. I just wish I could pick who she was with.

Her 'boyfriend' Daniel, whom I'm forced to call Dad, is just awful. She sees him as the most caring, loving male she had ever met. But I'd beg to differ. For starters, he's been unemployed for the past 2 years, and LOVES it. What kind of messed up shit is that? He sits around and drinks, eats, and sleeps all day. And if he isn't in the house, he's either at the bar or a strip club. And my mother let's him! Yet she's been nagging me to get a job since 9th grade. That's one thing I hate about him. Another is how sloppy he is. My mother cleans from top to bottom everyday. She vacuums every room with carpet, steams the hardwood floors, washes every dish, cleans the bathrooms and even dusts. All in one morning! But as soon as he comes home, its as if a hurricane flew through. He throws his clothes all over their bedroom floor, the clothes she's almost forced to wash for him. He kicks off his funky ass shoes and leaves his coat on the sofa. He's the worst to live with. But the worst of all? The way he treats us...

With her, he treats like she's a slave. Making her cook for him, wash his clothes, give him money, which I KNOW he spends on strippers. He talks to her like she's some bitch on the street, calling her a whore. He's even hit her before. I had to fight him of course and for some reason I was the one to get kicked out. But I ended up coming back and so did he. I still don't understand why.

And with me...

Pfft.

He does such ignorant and judgmental stuff to me. Calling me a faggot because of how I dress, saying I'm a loner, emo, cutter who has no purpose in life. Stealing my valuables and hiding them, he even threw my phone and cracked the ENTIRE screen. To make matters worse, he abuses me. Well he used to, until I started fighting him back. Now there's the occasionally punch in the chest or unnecessary shove. He's an awful man, but she 'loves' him. To tell you the truth, I doubt she does.

I think she's just like me

Afraid to be alone...

I stared at her as these thoughts rolled through my already clustered mind. She turned to see the frown that had crept across my face. I hadn't even noticed I was frowning 'til she did. "You alright, Mikey?" I nodded, forcing a faint smile to my face. "Yeah, Ma. I'm okay" She didn't believe me, I could tell by her facial expression.