With you [LP FanFic]

Chapter 4

I broke down as I locked my door.
I couldn't take this anymore.
Why did things like this always happen to me?
I just made a new friend and then something like this happens. My dad was so right. I am nothing worth.

I went over to a drawer and opened it. I took out a blade, placed it on my wrist and  started cutting.
It numbed the pain. The pain inside.

Thank God it was Friday. Literally. So I wouldn't see Mike for two days. Maybe he would get over it.

No. Why should he? He was so angry.  But why? He is fucking rich. He can simply buy a new keyboard. Why was he so angry?

I mean, the one second was so perfect. We made music and he seemed to like my song.

But then I ruined it. It's all my fault. Things like this are always my fault.

I felt the tears crawl into my eyes.
I hurt the only one that ever cared about me. He did, right?

What if not? What if I was only someone to him, with who he could spend his breaks and lessons with. Maybe he had a lot of other friends i didn't know about.

"Chester!"

No, no, no.
I pulled my sleeve back and hid the blade.

"Chester!", He knocked on my door, "open the fucking door!"

I first didn't know if I should open the door or not. I decided not to open the door.

"Chester! If you dont open the door, I'll break through the door, you little cunt!"

I sat in the corner and covered my ears.

It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.

Suddenly I heard a very loud noise and shrugged as I saw my father tumble into my room.

"What the..."

"I told you, Bastard! And now, pants down! Or I'll hurt you even more, for that!", He warned me and pointed at the door.

I sighed. Every day ended like this. Every. Fucking. Day. I felt the tears in my eyes again. No, if I'd cry now, he would turn it even worse.

Mike.

His wonderful eyes. His smile. His laughter.

Our fight. My dumbness. The broken keyboard. His angry voice.

He.

Then the tears left my eyes. I disappointed Mike.

"Stop crying, you worthless piece of shit! It's such embarrassing that you're my son!"

The words and the smell of alcohol left his mouth and I was about to throw up.

Then I heard my father groan and felt something warm in me.

Ew.

"Fucker", he said as he pulled his pants up and left my room.
Well the door was broken now.

And just as I thought I forgot everything and could sleep a little bit, Mike climbed again in my mind.

And I cried even harder.

I wanted to go to his house and apologize for what I've done. I would even offer to buy him a new one, although I don't have the money. I'd work my ass off just to buy Mike that new keyboard.
Mike was worth it.

Oh Mike, what are you doing with me?

I don't know how long I've been laying there but after some time I fell asleep.