The Student Teacher ><><>< A Louis Fanfic

Chapter 2: New Bruises

As soon as I stepped foot into my house after school, I tried to be as quiet as possible. School might be torturous, but living here with my dad was worse. After my mom left us, my dad went into a depression and started drinking. That's when his habits got worse. He started coming home later and later each night. He expected more from my brother and I. Good grades, doing our chores, and most important, obeying his orders. The pressure was too much for my brother. He just couldn't handle it anymore. He took his life a few months ago. He was only 15. Me and my dad cried for weeks and when his depression stopped, he blamed me for my brothers suicide. That's when he got abusive. He hit me whenever I did something wrong and I just didn't have the guts to call the police.

"Good afternoon sweetheart"

What the hell?

"Dad, you're home. what are you doing here?"

"I got off work early and I decided to come and see you instead of going to the bar." My dad said with smile.

This is weirdly awesome. I haven't seen my dad sober in so long. I don't even remember the last time he was happy. But then my heart sank when he pulled out a bottle of scotch and a glass.

"I think I'm gonna go upstairs and do my homework" I lied. I finished my homework in the car.

"Okay. Can you make some spaghetti for us in a couple hours?"

I nodded my head nervously. The last thing I wanted to happen tonight is happening. I hoped that for just one night I could escape from him but it looks like I'll have a fresh bruise tomorrow morning.

I sighed and started picking up the pig stye I like to call my bedroom. Of course for me that consisted of shoving everything into my closet and making my bed. I plopped myself down on the mattress and flipped through the new edition of People magazine.

AMANDA BYNES GONE WILD

Boring. That story is so old. Her tweets are pretty funny though.

KIM'S BABY NORTH WEST

How old is this magazine? I check the byline, and sure enough, the date is almost a year ago.

Oh that's right, I have no social life to go shopping for updated magazines.

I throw the old magazine onto my desk and plug my phone into my ihome. The beautiful sounds of fall out boy soon fill my ears and I smile to the guitar and drums. I sing along to the lyrics.

If heaven's grief brings hell's reign

Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

For just one yesterday

Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way

Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

For just one yesterday

For just one yesterday

You don't know what I'd give to have one yesterday. My dad stayed out all night so I didn't have to deal with him at all.

I glanced at the clock on my desk and almost had a heart attack when I saw the time. I had been upstairs for hours. My dad's probably plastered and pissed that I haven't made him dinner yet. I'm so screwed.

A loud thud interrupted my thoughts and I realized my dad was banging on my door. I was scared shitless.

My door swung open revealing a very angry and drunk dad. I huddled in the corner of my room as my father sauntered over to me.

"I thought you were gonna make dinner" his words were slurred and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I support this family. I give you life. I give you clothes. All I ask is that you make dinner every once in a while." His words terrified me.

All I could muster was "I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

"That's not an excuse." A sharp pain struck my cheek and I heard something break in the background, but I was to scared to open my eyes.

"Your mother and I didn't even want you! You were an accident!"

I felt tears stinging my eyes, and they made their way down my face, and into the forming bruise on my left cheek.

"Now go make dinner."

I opened my eyes to see the wake of my dad's destruction. There wasn't too much of a mess. Just a broken lamp. I carefully stepped around the shattered pieces, making a mental note to clean it up later. I made my way to the kitchen to face my dad.

Another torturous night. Woohoo.