By the time I end up on the next bus, its 6:00 in the morning and I decide to go to a near 7/11 and find myself a corner where no one will see much of me. I obviously will buy something so I decide to get some orange soda and a pack of Malboros because my own pack seems to have disappeared. I take a cigarette and put the lighter to the tip of my cigarette. I decide to change my most recent idea for a story up a little bit. I want to revolve my story around what really happened to me.
The morning after, i'm shaken awake by the owner of the 7/11 and see his pale green eyes staring at me. ' It's monday morning so I assume you have classes to get to..Take it from me, go to school.' he says and gestures to the front door with a smile. I assume he's refurring to the fact that he works in a local drugstore so I take my soda and put on my beanie. I go to pick up my Malboros when the man that works here pulls them out of my hands. 'When I said stay in school, I meant mentally too. Don't drown out what you don't wanna hear with drugs' his muffled words had an apparent impact on me. I leave the half empty box of cigarettes in his hands and drag my Doc Martins all the way to the front door. I lost all sense of direction since walking in here so when the lights hit my face, I cringe. My thoughts are mixed as I try to figure out what bus will get me to school the fastest. I wait at a corner and play with my sleeves until I see the 10 clock bus turning to reach where i'm standing. I sit in the back bench of the bus and get lost in my oblivion.
School that morning was uneventful and my thoughts were only focused on Laylah. For obvious reasons, people were ignoring me or kept a serious face whenever I was near. Walking through the halls, I wasn't seeing the nasty stares though I was seeing blue eyes, her fitted jeans and her soothing voice. I most probaly would never see her again and this statement was the most saddening of all. I had to find her, I needed to hear about the bands on her walls and the logo on her t shirt who remains unknown to me. I was so obsessed with the thought of her that I hadnt realised where my mind brought me. I'm now standing in front of Mark's locker where from the corner of my eye, I see him approaching. I see the confused reaction plastered onto his nicely featured face and lean against the rusted lockers. ' I have one question and I swear i'll leave you alone after, can you please just listen?' He stops with a halt and looks at me as if to say 'Continue'. ' Listen okay, I know I completly messed up at the party and i'm a freak who doesn't know how to be social and I would totally understand if you never speak to me again, but I do have to ask you something and I would love if you could give me answer.' my words come out rapidly and I see concern and understanding in his eyes. 'After I got knocked out at your party, this beautiful girl named Laylah brought me to her house and took really great care of me, I just wanted to know her adress so I could mail her a letter just giving my thanks.' I stutter through out my whole sentence and wish that I wouldn't have had sound so nervous. He takes a moment of hesitation before he answers ' 339 Westside Avenue, her last name is Shelters incase you wanted the letter to be formal.' I scribble what he's telling me on a spare piece of paper and nod my head as to say thank you. I swiftly make my way to my transportation back to my house and put my music in my ears.
Home is what i've been dreading the most. I'm positive I reminded my mom that I would be sleeping over at a friend's house but my father's reaction is always surprising. I open my front door, trying my best to make least noise as possible, though the elderly house never fails to creak as its doors are opened. My mother calls ' Hello? ' and her foot steps appear to be getting closer to where I am. ' Yes Mom it's Tate' I say with the same monotone because I was hoping to creep into my room unnoticed. She appears in the front entrance with tears on her cheek and her eye swollen. I give a gasp and try to get closer to my mom to examine what has happened to her. The obvious reason is my drunken father and usually after my mom gets beaten, who she really is appears. This sad, hurt and scared young woman stares back at me with teary eyes and tells me ' Lock yourself in your room and don't come out! If you make any noise, that monster will hear you and...' Her words are cut off by angry stomps coming out of my parent's room. She screams ' TRY THE BATHROOM, LOCK YOURSELF IN THE BATHROOM'. I look at her with despair. She's never been this scared which gets me frightened and I run to lock myself in our 4 by 2 bathroom. What will happen to my mom? Is he going to hurt her again? I hear his footsteps reach the main floor and I put my ear against the door to ear what is being said. 'Where's the boy?' my dad slurs his words. ' He's not home yet' my mom answers back in sobs. 'BULLSHIT!' my dad answers and I hear the noise of a slap against my mom's beautiful skin. This is illegal, I start to cry. He is the root of all our problems, he made me this depressed, unwanted boy. This is his fault, it's him who had no ability to love us, it's him who broke my relationship with my mom, it's him who makes my cuts deeper and deeper, it's him who makes me cry myself to sleep at night, it's because of him I can't sleep on a certain side because of the bruises and cuts he created, it's all because of him. My dad ruined my life. At this point, anger has rised and I have enough courage to unlock myself from the bathroom. I was so lost in thought, I hadn't realised the silence shouting at me. No noise was never a good sign. I slowly put one foot in front of another and reached the front entrance. My eyes grew big as I saw my mom laying on the floor unconscious. ' WHAT DID YOU DO?' I scream at my father who sits on a couch. I drop to my knees near her paralyzed body and see the bruises and blood dripping from everywhere. I begin to cry and put my head against her heart. Hearing her heart beating puts a smile to my face. In between sobs, I suddenly feel an agressive pull on my shoulders. My dad pulls me to my feet and grabs me by my ear. 'WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, YOU BASTARD!' is screamed right into my ear at the loudest volume. I sob and scream and tell my dad ' I went to sleep at a friends house'. He looks at me with an evil gleam in his eyes and takes the first blow. I've never experienced such a hard punch that it brings me to the floor. My dad takes this chance to hover right on top of me and tell me ' YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS AND WE ALL KNOW IT SON! YOUR ONLY FRIEND IS YOUR RAZOR BLADE!' My tears are now rolling down at a rapid speed as my father gives my side a few hard kicks. I feel my arms and legs throb with pain and I wait for another hit. It's as if he was thinking ' what would hurt more' and he decided very quickly. He brought his knuckles right to my face and hovered his hand there for a moment. ' Never disobey your father' were his words before he punched me right in the nose.
