The End Can't Come Soon Enough

Chapter Six, Horrors of Home

Cas
The horrors of home. You'd think that being home would be joyous and comforting. Think again. I haven't gone inside yet, but I really should. I took a glance at the driveway when retrieving my key from my backpack. Dad is home. I didn't think that he was coming home till Thursday. I turned the doorknob, assuming that the door was unlocked. I slowly opened it and stepped inside. I saw everyone quiet and cleaning up the house a little bit, and tending to Dad. This can't be good. On his radar I am late..

Anna caught a glimpse of me and motioned for me to get upstairs to my room. Hopefully he forgets that I am late, or that I even exist. I nodded in her direction and took off up the stairs. The stairs only creaked once, but gladly it didn't upset him.

Once I reached my room, I went to my desk and started working on my homework. I can hear the harsh words of my father through the floorboards. Dear God, please don't let him think of me in this moment. He's currently yelling at Lucifer, telling him that he's slacking off and that he's almost as worthless as I am. It was in that moment he remembered.. I'm late. I sat there and waited, hearing the hushed voices and a small scream from Anna.

Heavy footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. With every step I winced, tears forming in my eyes. I know what's going to happen. I gather myself up and stood up as I heard the final step. He knocked lightly on my door and in a calm and raspy voice he said, "Castiel, I know you're home. Come out now and you won't get as rough as punishment. I promise." He never keeps his promises, but it's better I go now versus later. I shakily open the door to see his face. To see his beard, his square jaw line, his angry eyebrows, I could see the hatred in his eyes as my gaze met his. He has a muscular build, he has to, to keep his job at construction. He's 6'1, very scary man, very attractive too.

I've gotten good at hiding things from or because of him. I have to hide bruises, gashes, black eyes because of him, but I have to hide my life at school and my.. gayness from him. He's homophobic and if he were to figure out about my true sexuality he'd kill me.. quite literally.

He's both physically and verbally abusive to me, but it doesn't effect me that much anymore, or at least I don't think it does. I'm smaller than him by about two inches and extreme body build. 5'11, he's bigger in every way, besides in education. "Now listen up boy." He grabbed onto my throat and held firmly while speaking. This earned a quiet gasp and my hands on his wrist and forearm, me trying to pull his hand away from my throat. He chuckled and held on more tightly. "What time are you supposed to be home?" He tightened his grip once more.

"F-four, sir" I held on tighter to him, getting on my toes trying to escape. It's getting harder to breath.

"Exactly and it's roughly around 4:30. You know how I hate latecomers. How would you like punishment today?" The edges of my vision are starting to blur and darken, Like a TV right before it turns off. I stayed silent, mostly because I couldn't speak. "No answer? I guess it's up to me." He chuckled, grinned, and threw me to the ground. "You're such a worthless piece of shit!" He kicked me once in the ribs, making me curl up and scream. "You should have died instead of your mother!" He kicked me in the stomach, making me lose my almost caught breath. "You're the reason of her death, her suicide!" By this time he's screaming at me. He gets down to my level, straddling me and forcing my head up by pulling my hair. "I wish you never existed! I wish you weren't here! I know you'll go to hell Castiel Carter Novak!" He struck me once in the face. Tears have been rolling down my face, the pain, the words.. I want this to end. He struck me once more, creating a for sure black eye. He got up and kicked me in the side of the head, knocking me out completely.

My final thoughts of that night.. are hard to remember. But I do know... The end can't come soon enough.