Parallel Universes (Even/Isak)

Chapter Six

"You worthless piece of shit!" Isak hears a voice scream as a fist connects with his jaw, The force of the blow causes him to stumble and fall to the ground. He can feel the gravel piercing his palms as he tries to soften the impact of the fall.

"Get up!" The voice yells. He continues lying there with his jaw throbbing. the pain radiating throughout his head as the taste of blood, beginning to fill his mouth.

"I said get up, you asshole!" A shoe connects with ribs, causing Isak to double over. The figure begins kicking repeatedly with each blow sending him into a state of numbness. A crack radiates throughout the air, but it barely goes unnoticed through the whirlwind of tears and screams.

The only thought running through Isak's mind, "I deserve this pain. My own mother doesn't even care about me. All my friends secretly hate me, so this is my punishment for being me and I deserve it."

The blows come to a standstill, the pain comes back with an excruciating force, bringing tears to his eyes and blurring his vision. The figure crouches down in front of him, looking at me with dead eyes, no emotion behind them. It's breath hitting Isak's face and it reeks of alcohol. A hand caresses his face, the skin feeling rough and calloused, before it grips Isak's chin roughly, causing Isak to cry out. The figure begins standing up, still grabbing onto Isak's chin and bringing him with him, forcing Isak to stand up. "Wipe your eyes, you pathetic excuse for a human being." The voice growls, terrifying Isak but he complies, wiping his tears away and the figure coming into focus, his father. 

"You are not my kid, you are an abomination. I will not have a faggot as a son. Do you hear me?" He sneers. The words cutting through Isak like knives because he knows that he's right. He is an abomination and he doesn't deserve to live but yet, he still does because he can't bring himself to end it all. "But, I'm not gay, Dad," Isak mutters, keeping his head down. "Oh, really then, hmm.. Then explain why you were kissing that boy a few days ago in your room?" The tone of his voice sends shivers down Isak's spine, causing him to tremble in fear. Shit, he saw that! "I don't know what you're talking about," Isak tells him, tears running down his cheeks.

His father slowly nods his head, pursing his lips. A few seconds pass, the silence unbearable. The next thing that Isak was that he was on the ground again due to the back of his father's hand, his cheek stinging like a bitch. He crouches down in front of him, looking him dead in the eye. The sensation of saliva hitting Isak's face startles him and recoils. His father laughs, "You're not my son." He kicks Isak in the stomach one last time before leaving him alone as if he was worthless as a piece of trash on the side of the street. Isak body aches as he proceeds to get onto his hands and knees, trying to stand up. Isak manages to walk a few steps before collapsing on the ground at the foot of the stairs, before the door that leads into the house. Blood and saliva dripping out of his mouth, staining the stone underneath him. Isak begins to make his way up the stairs slowly, crawling with every fiber of his being resisting his movements.

The journey to the bathroom is excruciating with Isak wincing in pain with every slight movement of his body. His father is nowhere in sight and he's grateful for that. He closes the door and locks it behind him, not wanting his father giving him another round of punches. Isak struggles pulling himself up, using the edge of the bathroom counter as leverage. The sight in the mirror before him is one that he doesn't recognise. A busted lip, black eye, sunken cheeks and that's just a small portion of it.

Isak begins stripping off his clothes, with great difficulty but he manages to do it. A large purple bruise is beginning to form over his ribs and Isak winces in pain as he brushes his fingers across it. The ribs are visible due to his already skinny frame and Isak grimaces at the sight of them. He looks at himself in the mirror, his naked body shaking due to the cold air of the room. "I'm worthless!" is all that runs through Isak's mind as his eyes examine his body. Isak turns and walks over to his clothes that are on the floor, searching for something.