(Abandoned) Emo Boyfriend One Shots

Jackson... The Abused (Happy Chapter)

TRIGGER WARNING ABUSE

DONT KILL MEEEEE THIS IS A HAPPY CHAPTER!
I swear! This is a happy chapter even though the beginning starts off bad.

Readers POV

It has been only three months since I was adopted. I have been beaten and cursed at to many times to count. My "father" is a drunk and my "mother" is a drug addict.

I ran to my room tears in my eyes. The orphanage felt more like home then this hell hole. There is one other girl who lives in the house, she is only six years old. Her name is Jane, the poor girl shouldn't have to see such things. I couldn't leave just yet. I had to figure out a way to take Jane with me. She was to sweet to be forced to deal with this.

I ran up to my room and got ready for bed. I am gonna need a lot of sleep in order to escape.

Jackson's POV

I felt a hand connect with the bruised skin on my face. I lightly touched my hand to my cheek. The pain flared up like fire across my skin. My father had been drinking again. He hit me some more then he just passed out. I ran up the creaky old stairs of the house that I once loved. I pushed open the door of my room and dropped to my knees. I slammed the door and started to cry. I crawled to the beautiful picture I kept hidden of my mother. She was beautiful. She was an angel that roamed the earth. My father loved her dearly. The house was in shambles, the collected and beautiful mansion that once held happiness was full of pain and empty liquor bottles.

|Flashback|
"Mommy can I have ice cream."

"Of course sweetie, did you like the movie?"

"Of course Mother, I liked that hero, Batman..."

"Hey... Stop right there!"

A gun. The first time I had ever seen one. I remember fear and the urge to run. My mother grabbed my shoulder and calmed me.

"Here take what you want just don't hurt my boy."

"You fucking skank hurry up. I don't have all fucking night."

"The clasp is stuck, just please give me a minute. Take my purse and my earrings just I need to take of the necklace."

"I have had enough of this shit."

Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang

The man ran off. All of my mothers possessions in his hand. I knelt next to my mother she for had been struck four times. Once in the stomach, once in the heart, and twice in the head.

I undid the necklace after fighting it for a bit. I put it in my pocket and searched for help. I found only one person to help me. They never found the crook but that was when my father began to beat me. Saying it was my fault she died.
\End of Flashback|

I heard heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs. I was scared, I knew my beating was coming. I just slid the picture back into is spot near the necklace and curled up by my bed. I am ready to take what's coming to me.

Reader's POV

I woke up and threw on some clothes. I gabbed my leather bag tossed a shirt or two in there, along with some other random clothes. I walked out into the hallway. My sister Jane was asleep. I grabbed her adorable little backpack that looked as if a unicorn vomited on it. I grabbed most all her clothes and picked her up. She nestled her head into my chest. I ran out to my car, I put her in the car seat and drove off the furthest I could go on a tank of gas.