Locklan's POV
The bell finally rang, but it's not like that's particularly a good thing. We had ten minutes to do what we needed to before the busses left. I was walking to my locker, if I timed everything right, I could avoid the guys and not be messed with. I could actually make it to the busses and I wouldn't have to walk, and then I'd be able to be in my room before my parents are around. I can do this. "Hey!" I heard that boy's voice from class and my heart skips a beat. What the fuck's wrong with me? He's probably not talking to me anyways. That thought shattered when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around and ripped my arm away. I breathed heavily from the unexpected contact. He threw his hands up quick, a confused expression shown on his face. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean to spook ya. I just wanted to have a proper greeting. I mean we just bet and I don't even know you're name." he said with a smirk. His brown hair still a mess, he looked down at me. Stupid fucking tall people. "uhh, yeah.." I say quietly looking away to avoid his vibrant green eyes. Stupid interaction. I look up again though, just quickly and study his face. He has an angular face, but not in a sharp way, just his jawline. His eyes were intense, not only in color but in shape. His lips were full and pink, and what's wrong with me? What if he talked to me and I'm not paying attention? He's looking curiously at me, smirk gone but back again quickly. "So I'm Everett Eochar. I'm new here basically. And you know to try to give off that strong feeling, you're rather short and quiet." he said smirking, but again looking at me funny. Try! I don't try to be tough, I am... alright that was a lie. And damn it, I'm not that short. I'm only to his... chest.. "What? I'm no ones bitch damn it, I won't have it that way." I say, but then cringe from remeberance of last year. He chuckled at me. He chuckled at me. As if I was joking! "I'm not saying you are." He said smiling. "So are you going to tell me your name?" uhh, no. Who does he think I am. "Nope." I say flatly. "You're not gonna hear it very often anyways. And if you do, I don't want you knowing anyhow. It's not like you're going to be around me anyway." I say. It's true in a way. He looks like an upper classman and if he hears my name it won't be anything good. "Well maybe I wanna be around you." he says in his rich husky voice. I tremble and blush. "umm.." he smirks at me. Damn this boy and his smirk! He chuckles. "I will figure it out." he laughs. "I shouldn't keep you too much longer though. Good luck on the bet." he comes close to me. I hold my breathe at him being so close. He looks down at me. "And see you around, mystery boy." he smiles brightly at that and walks away. "Fucking weirdo tall guys." I mutter to my self. I then run to the bus ramp to get to my bus. Please don't leave me!
I made it to my bus right before it took off. The bus ride was loud and annoying. But the closer we got to my little dirt road the sicker I felt. And now I'm walking down this old, grown up road, I see both a truck and a car. Damn it! Damn it all! My dad's home. I walked in the front door quietly. I creep in and try to make as little sound as possible. Please, I beg inwardly. Don't let this happen, it's actually been a while, I've healed up a little actually. I crept through the hall and to my bedroom. I quickly close and lock the door but make sure I'm quiet. I place my things down and get dressed in more comfortable clothing. "You little shit I know you're here, come and help your crazy ass mother!" my father yells from down the hallway. I open my door slowly and walk carefully but quickly towards him. I avert my eyes. "W-what does she need help with.." I ask the ground. He grabs my face harshly and pulls me close to him with a firm grasp. "Look at me when you speak, maggot. And speak up! Damn, you're not a mouse. You act like you've been beaten." he releases my face and chuckles slightly. "Oh, right little shit." he says with a messed up smile. He didn't smell like alcohol yet so maybe I'd get out of this one. "Your mom doesn't need shit actually. I just knew you'd come, needed a reason to call you." he grabs my arm harshly, his big hand swallowing my arm. I want to rip away from the contact but sometimes I do and I know the consequences. He drug me into the kitchen, taking big strides I couldn't keep up with. "Damn it boy!" my father growls to me. He let's go of me and I'm placed in front of my mother. Her uncaring blank gaze stares at the both of us. "oh, you're back." she said in a deadpan manner. Always that same uncaring tone. I helped her place dinner, quietly. We all sat together awkwardly. I ate slowly, piece by piece, which made this drag on longer and longer. "In a little while I'll be back here... for maybe a month." my body went rigid and my blood ran cold. My father here, for another whole month. I-I was severely injured throughout that whole time.. I finally healed. "That's nice dear." my mother stated with a soft smile and looked over at him. It was fake but my dad was thrilled with it. He fell in love with her beauty but she's detached from any emotion, and he's obviously the aggressive/controlling type, so they are quite the pair. "What do you have to say on it fucking cocksucker?" my dad addressed me. I began to take quick breathes. "T-that's good dad." I said shakily. He squinted his eyes and stared at me. I looked down and put my hands in my lap. "I get the feeling you're not too happy about that. I might have to stay longer just for that." he states. He gets up and walks over to me. He stands above me looking down. I keep my eyes down casted. He grabs my hair harshly and I gasp in pain. He throws me back in my chair. My head hits hard and the wind is knocked out of me. I gasp for breathe when he grabs me by the throat and am shoved against the wall. "Look at me when I talk to you!" he screams at me. He hits me hard against the face and I hiss in pain. "Fucking faggot, get me a beer and lock yourself in your room like you usually do, pussy! I don't want to see your face tonight." He shoves me hard and I fall with a thump. He walks away from me and leaves the room. I get up and face my mother. She looks at me with a confused expression, but then it turns blank again. She gets up and dampens a cloth. "you're bleeding." she states nonchalantly. I reach up and find my lip is busted and bleeding a good amount. She starts to dab it. I refrain from hissing in pain, because I know she doesn't understand. I look at her. She's slightly taller than me, maybe half an inch. I have a similar build as her, and I look just like her. I absolutely got most of my traits from her. I look nothing like my father. But I act nothing like either. I thank her then grab two beers. I put one in the freezer and take the other one. I sit it next to my father and walk away quickly. I head to my room and lock it. I go straight for the attached bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. It's not bad, only swollen and slightly bleeding. I left and locked the door that attaches the bathroom to my room. Never can be too careful. It'll make him mad but he's supposed to be leaving and by the time he's back he won't remember. I turn off my lights and lie down. It kills me to think he'll be here a month, and this isn't the worst of it.
