The Goth Boy

Chapter 4

 The Goth Boy

Chapter 4:

I stumbled backwards, still managing to keep on my feet taking yet another hit from the one and only Cole. My vision blurred and all I could see were spots. I feel like I just got hit by bus, then run over a few times, maybe thrown down some stairs. Yup, that feeling. 

He backed out of his fighting stance to take a breath and laughed. Did you really think you'd get away with throwing a ball at his face? Well no, not really. I just thought I'd have more time instead of the minute I stepped off of the school property. My body ached from the beatings before and now they hurt from today's. I just wish I could get a break, maybe disappear for a day or two.

I think what made this situation 10x worse was that I'd have to face this same problem when I got home. Mom was working overnight again, and I hadn't had the time to ask to spend the night.

 What did I honestly do to deserve this?

"You know that ball kinda hurt," He pointed out angrily. Did he just admit his pain? Woah.

"Yeah well my whole body hurts..so," I spat out before I could even stop myself. He peered down at me not amused and I gulped in fear. You just had to open your big mouth didn't you Shane?

I wanted to cry, I know shocker right? All I ever felt like doing was crying. I was innocent, its what I do.

"You think its funny to be a smart ass? Well tell me how funny this is," He snickered getting into his stance again. Next thing I knew another punch came flying my way full force hitting me just above the eye.

I heard a crack but I doubt it was anything serious, he was careful when it came to that kind of stuff. My head was in heaps of pain and my eye was throbbing.

I held the side of my face he hit in my hands wishing they could magically take the pain away. I couldn't tell if it were tears falling or blood.

"Maybe you won't be so cocky next time," he spat at me before jogging back into the parking lot to get his car. I considered myself lucky. I know what your thinking; what is this guy talking about lucky? He never left me with any broken bones, just bruises, cuts and black eyes.

My step father on the other hand, wouldn't hesitate at the idea of snapping one of my fragile bones.  I was weak, emotionally and physically.

Sometimes I wonder how did I ever let myself become like this? And then I'd remember that day when my mom came walking down the aisle and the guy waiting for her giving me that evil smile.

I shivered remembering the day my life changed as I wiped the dirt off of my clothes. I closed the eye that was punched hoping it would stop hurting. It didn't. It was throbbing and I wondered if I was going to go blind after that.

I took in a big breath of air beginning my journey to my house. I wish I had more friends, I wish I fit in. I wish everyone didn't hate me. All these wishes that not even shooting stars, pennies, birthday candles, or even wishbones could make happen.

I was just a failure, a giant piece of failure.

I kicked a rock watching where it landed so I could kick it all the way back home. Maybe with any luck, some miracle would happen and I wouldn't have to go home today.

An old, rusty car came screeching up beside me and I immediately recognized who it was. Here comes my miracle, right on time. I wanted to smile, but I couldn't. So instead I gave her a cheesy, no tooth smile. Her head popped out of the window with her big, nerd glasses nearly falling off.