That Boy // l.p. ||COMPLETED||

4.

Liam Payne.

Lunch goes by fast as i try to stay out of the conversation as much as i can, not really wanting to talk or further my weirdness i just sit back listening to the conversations of my fellow friends. The bell rings signalling everyone to head to their next classes.  I stammer up from my seat heading for the nearest trash can to dispose of the rest of my lunch.  As i turn back i find that Niall and everyone has left without me, sighing i grab the strap of my bag as i walk out of the lunch room.  Heading to the library since i have all the classes i need for this year i grab my usual seat in the back, away from everyone and a place where i can be to myself.  As i sit there people come and go passing me as i am nothing, which to most people i am nothing.  Scribbling down in my notebook i feel life come to me, the way i write and the way i feel complete when i finish it makes me feel like maybe i am someone.  The distraction of my phone buzzing inside my bag, i grab it glancing quickly before anyone could see me.  My mother is calling, what if dad started drinking again, that would be the worst of my problems.  I turn around facing the wall so i would not be noticed nor paid attention to.

"Mom?" 

"Liam honey please come home now" her voice sounds panicked as i hear faint sobs coming from beside her. 

"I'll be there soon just keep your distance from him, please" i state as i place my papers in my bag and head out of the library still holding the phone firmly to my ear.

Lucky not being noticed helps with my situation, i walk to the main doors as i tell my mom i love her deeply and that i will be home soon.  As a loud crash accrues she rushes her words before hanging up. I lam my hands against the nearest wall. The pain that he has caused everyone burns deep, if i would have just stop mother from begging me to actually go to school i would be able to protect them and help them when they need it.  

"Liam" a familiar voice questions. 

I look over to see Niall standing there with his hands in his pockets as he looks at me.  I don't want to say anything to him, my problems will make my life hell as they did before i just need to get home and he could be my only option. He steps closer to me as i move away. 

"Niall get Louis' keys and take me home please" i say trying to hold back the pain the pushes at my chest. 

He nods before i hear his loud footsteps travel down the hallway leaving me to my thoughts.  Niall is the best friend anyone could ask for but at times like this i just don't need to stress them with my problems.  He hurries back before walking in front of me to the car, i hang my head down getting and demanding him to hurry, he doesn't say anything as he obliges.  As i spot my house come into view i just wish that everything is calmed down by the time i get in there.  Niall questions my attitude but i just get out closing the door and heading for whatever awaits me inside. Opening the door the sound of screams are heard from the back room, dropping my bag i rush their to see my dad holding my mom against the wall with one hand as the other brings a bottle of liquor to his lips. 

"Liam, honey take Conner and go" she mutters. 

My father's dark eyes land on me as he lets her go, her body slumps to the floor as she holds my weeping brother in her arms.  He beings to strut towards me as a lion would their prey, he eyes stay locked on my as the smell of liquor gets heavier as he approaches. 

"Mom leave the room" i demand, she slowly gets out the floor before hurrying off with Conner safely in her arms. 

He steps closer to me which signals me to back up not wanting to be in anywhere near him.  A low chuckle escapes his lips as my back hits the wall, meaning i have no where to go or run to as my father steps in front of me.  The glass bottle the fits his hand is brought to his bitter lips on last time before he throws against the wall startling me.  A laugh emerges from him, a laugh the makes my stomach churn and the kind that is sickening to hear. 

"Why aren't you at school. boy?" he yells. 

"M-Mom c-called and I-I came h-home" i stutter. 

He steps closer as his hands grab the collar of my shirt as he pulls me away from the way before slamming me back into it, the pain is normal but still as painful as the first time its occurred.  He does it multiple times demanding me to stop being a 'pussy' and be a man.  I stay quiet as the torture grows more and more by the passing minute, happily he lets go of my shirt my body slides down the wall as i try to hold back the tears that lay at the rim of my eyes.  Remembering the last time i cried in front of him, that memory has differed from my mind at the thought he has changed, seeing what i see know shows me it has gotten worse.  He steps away looking down at me with the look of disgust or even hatred, as i stare at him a expression that means my punishment isn't as done as i thought it would be.  He walks beside me as his boot comes in contact with my cheek, i fall to my side as i feel his boot make contact with my abdomen over and over not giving me a chance to even feel pain, this i couldn't help the tears that stream down my face, as another kick hits my rips i scream out in pain.  The pain that has became common, that pain i use to feel on a daily bases with my awful grades in school or even yet when i wouldn't eat everything.  Thinking he finally gave up leaving me to sob in pain but as the feeling of him grabbing my arm rips that idea from my mind.  

"You crying boy?" 

I don't do anything as his grip tightens, he raises up my arm looking at the ink that i have preeminently added to my skin. 

"You will have nothing in life with shit like this on your arm, do you hear me you will be nothing!" he voice echoes around the room. 

I close my eyes.  Was he right would i be nothing? 

"You're wrong" i utter.  

I look to see his already darken eyes widen with my words. 

"What did you say?" he questions through gritted teeth.

"You're wrong" i state with more confidence.

He begins to chuckle, steeping away from me i straighten my self up as i watch him.  His low chuckles turn into laughter as he faces me.  I look to see his fists balled up at his sides as he makes steps closer to me, the image of him punching my mom as he i couldn't do anything as he tied me to a chair come flooding back to my mind. Falling to the floor i feel his presence above me, as his fist make contact with my face i feel as i deserve this, i should have known better then to speak up to him let along when he is drunk. 

"You're nothing Liam, Nothing!" he yells as he slams the bedroom door shut leaving me to myself, beaten bloody and bruised as it usually is on the nights i come home.