Mark's POV
I knew my life was over the minute I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.
My door swung open with a thud. Kristen stormed in, visibly drunk and pissed.
"You!" She marched up to me and slapped me, hard. "I've had just about enough of you." She pulled me up by my shirt collar so that I was standing.
You know what's coming.
Brace yourself.
She punched my stomach. Once. Twice. Three times. Four.
She let go of my collar and I dropped to the floor, curling into a ball. The scorching pain in my abdomen was suffocating. I felt her kick my gut.
"I never should've adopted a fag like you!" She laughed. "You think I didn't know about your boyfriend? I am your mother, Mark. I know everything."
She kicked my side.
"Now then, I did not raise you a homosexual." She sneered, kicking me one last time.
She squatted next to me. "So I'm gonna give you an option. Stop being gay. Or, continue to get beatings like this."
She stood up and strolled out of my room as if nothing happened.
My eyes stung with tears. I tried to move but my stomach burned hotter than the fires of hell. I shuddered in pain while my chest contracted multiple times. Soft sobs escaped my lips. My tears finally started to fall down my face.
I forced myself to get up, causing me to cry out in pain. I could feel Kristen smirking at my suffering.
First, I closed my door. My tears were beginning to cloud my vision to where it was hard to find the lock on my door. I finally locked it and limped towards my bed.
I tumbled onto it and curled back up, not bothering to mess with a blanket.
I looked toward the bottom drawer.
Your promise is over.
It was over the moment he broke up with you.
You need it.
No. No no no no NO.
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11:11 // Crankiplier
Fanfiction"Staring into his eyes, I could see everything. Despair, emptiness, uncertainty, every insecurity he's ever had. The fact that I could see it in his eyes, especially in this light, broke my heart." TRIGGER WARNINGS- depression, self harm, abuse, al...
