Abused

9

I woke up in my normal bedroom of the day. Rolling over, I looked at my phone for the time. Six o'clock on a Saturday. I yawned really loud and felt tears prickle in my eyes. I remembered that Hunter doesn't really like me. He likes how easy I am. How I'll just let him fuck me when he wants. God, I'm worthless. Jason was right, I let anyone in. I yawned and sat up. I felt my wrist itch. I wanted to cut so bad. I needed to cut. The itching slowly started getting worse. It felt like my veins were burning. Only they were; they were burning for the feeling of being scratched; being torn.

Soon I could no longer take the feeling. I ran to the bathroom. I ripped open the cabinets and started ripping through everything to find my razor. My wrist were still itching for the feeling of the cold blade against my skin, giving me a choice to have started what this had become. I found the small blade and pulled the cold metal up to my wrist, sinking the sharp end into my skin. I felt the cool air hit against my new cut. I sighed in relief as I dragged the blade along my skin. I felt the familiar liquid poor down my arm, onto the floor. I let out a son and quickly put my arm over the sink. I really didn't feel like having to clean that much of my own blood. I let the water run over my skin once again, this time only doing on cut. Sobs escaped my lips rapidly. My arms were shaking as I cleaned the floor.

Shaky breathes left my mouth as I made my way back to my room. The bleeding calmed a bit and I had put an arm sleeve on. I looked outside, seeing the sun was shining brightly. I sighed and opened my drawer, grabbing a short-sleeve shirt. I didn't have many. Maybe two or three. I threw on my white one and looked for some plain jeans. I found a pair of plain skinny jeans with a rip on the knee. I threw on some old VanZ and grabbed my phone. Sneaking downstairs, I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and headed outside. I shit the door quietly and headed up the road for a walk.

I walked toward the opposite I normally walk for school, heading uphill. I walked for about thirty minutes before I slowed down, wanting to take a break. The sun was warm and shinning down, making sweat start to form on my head lightly. I went to turn around to head back to the house when I heard someone call me name. "Niall!" The accent yelled. I turned back around and saw Liam standing at the end of a driveway. I waved and went to turn again, being stopped by the sounds of footprints heading towards me. "Niall, hey!" Liam yelled. "Want to come inside and visit?" I remembered what Hunter had said about wanting me to not hang out with Liam. "I--" I started, being cut off. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're too cute to hurt." Liam smiled. I blushed in embarrassment and nodded.

I followed Liam inside his home, taking my shoes off at the door. "C'mon, you like video game or movies? Maybe boardgames?" Liam asked. "Erm, movies are cool." I awkwardly stated. Liam gave a small smile and lead me to the couch. "My parents aren't home right now so it's cool to sit out here. No need to be shy." Liam said with a smile playing on his lips. "Okay," I chuckled. "Want something to eat or drink?" He offered. "No thanks." I sat still, waiting for Liam to put a movie in. "You like Toy Story 3?" He asked. I nodded and curled into myself on the couch. "It's my favorite." He commented, sitting next to me on the two seater couch.

The movie started playing and the room was silent. About half way through the movie, I felt Liam's hand in mine about half way. I looked over to see his face still focused on the movie. I smiled lightly up at how cute he was. For a moment I almost forgot how Hunter treated me; how I hated my life and myself. Almost. I scooted a bit closer to Liam, just a bit. At this point I couldn't deny it. I love Liam.

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