Im in love with a bad boy(boyxboy)(Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 11

Jordan's P.O.V.

I walked off...no idea where I was going or what but I wasn't going anywhere eventually I'm left standing in the middle of the school car park starting into space.

"Jordan!?" The familiar voice of Anne called and I looked up and saw her making her way over to me from a little red four seater.

"Jordan...your face? Why didn't you tell me?"she spoke as she reached me pulling me into a hug. I mentally cursed myself and before I could reply a tall blond haired woman stepped out of the same blue car and walked over to us.

"So this is the poor boy?" She spoke softly to Anne, and Anne nodded. "Well those bruises need a seeing to so come on then.."

"Jordan" Anne added.

"Come on then Jordan" the woman spoke with a bit of a southern American accent.

"Oh yeah Jordan this is one of my mums Chloe"

I nodded and her mum walked us to her car.
"Jordan you can sit where you like."

I took a seat in the back and sat there quietly, staring out the window feeling more lost and confused than ever before.

I didn't notice the time pass but we arrived at a small house on the edge of town. A nice house small but cosy looking with a paved path lined by round bushes. The paint on it was a pale pinkish cream. At the porch a chestnut brown haired woman stood next to a small bench.

The three of us clambered out of the car and Chloe gave the keys to Anne before walking up the path and greeting her lover with a tender kiss. I looked at the two of them Chloe's arms wrapped around the other woman who I now recall is called Tasha, I sigh with the pain in my chest.

Anne came and placed her arm around my shoulder and we walked up the path to her house.

When her other mum came up to me.

"Oh you poor boy." she said looking at me with a gentle concerned look. before she softy placed her hand to my slightly bruised face. "don't worry we'll get you some cream and an ice pack for that, come on inside"

After  she had applied some cream to my face and some other areas on my body the four of us were sat in the fairly medium sized Kitchen with pale blue walls, around a small round table with each of us with our own hot drink. I looked down at the pale brown cup of tea that I had asked for. all the while still feel Anne glaring at me from across the table.

"why didn't you tell me?" Anne murmured. I looked away from her to the cup in my hands.

"Anne honey don't" one of her mums spoke to her.

"No!, I'm his friend, I'm your friend Jordan so why?" her voice came out with an impatient tone anger seething through. I remained silent.

"JORDAN!" she yells and stands up causing me to flinch and jump away from the table the cup in my hands smashing on the floor. Without thinking or looking at anyone i started muttering sorry's and begin picking the pieces of the cup up with my bare hands a few shards cutting my fingers. I only realised what I was doing when I was gently pulled away and stood up. I looked at everyone's concerned faces but soon looked away.

"I...Id like to go home now..." I murmur.

"Jordan I'm sorry.." Anne went to touch me and I flinched away.

"please" I mutter.

" Ill take you home" Tasha spoke softly. Then Chloe took Anne out of the room, " can I sort your hands out first?" she asked taking my hands in hers and looking them over. I pull my hands away from her.

"I Just want to go home."

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I waved a small good bye to Tasha and walked up the lane to my house the door open and my mum lying in the hallway. I quickly check her over and find a bruised mark on her forehead. I gulp a little and look to see my dad sprawled out on the sofa passed out. I close the door and rest my mum in a corner seat. Before going upstairs and grabbing some cash and poping to the store down the road. My head down. I n the shop I grab the usual double six pack a case of 12 and two wine glasses. before bringing stuff to the till.

"I dont serve fags." the cashier spat at me. 

"they aren't for me they're for my parents" I mutter.

" I wont serve you you sick scumbag from hell" 

there was a clatter from the back room and the boss Ricky came out. 

"Serve the sinner hes our best customer" He snarls looking at me.

I quickly pay the cashier and leave. I return home and leave the bag of alcohol on the table and run up to my room quietly. Where all the emotions of the day hit me and I collapsed to the floor tears streaming down my face as a wave of toxic inability to breathe drowned me. I found myself reaching to my one and only comfort.  A small metal blade in my draw, I held it in my fingers before pulling off my bracelets over come by the urge again. All sense lost in the moment the blood beaded out from each slice at my wrist, but It isn't enough, I grab another blade a fresh and slightly bigger one. and slash at my wrists once again. I left my body as a rush over came me and for seemingly a few moments I was free.

It was an hour before i really snapped out of it the blood tricking down my arm like a red stream. I found myself reaching for my little clean up kit from under my bed. I soaked up the blood and bandaged my arm up trying to ignore the growing heat and now pain that I could feel... is this my life forever doomed to nothing but false happiness?

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Sorry about the depressing ending everyone. There should be a better part soon.

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