That Boy // l.p. ||COMPLETED||

12.

Liam Payne.

I spoke everything and vented on what has happened throughout my life in hope that yet someone will listen. But as I'm seated in the corner of the living room with my crying mother and terrified brother I guess no one really cared. I close my eyes for a moment thinking of the times she told me that she loved me, and she would help me but where is this help now? I don't know what I made myself believe but it's something i shouldn't have.

Niall, was a person that always helped but what happened with that? I walk around school looking for him but as there he is with his arm around her as she leans into him. I knew people changed but I never thought he would. I'm the outcast once again. The person the stands by and watches as everyone's life goes yet so perfect.

My life was perfect at one time. Well I thought it was. Her laugh. Oh her laugh still fills my mind, something I wouldn't ever forget. But one question always crosses my mind as I think of such friends. Why do what they did? Have I disrespected them in some terms I don't clearly understand? Or is it just me?

Summer, the time of freedom and friends. Mine was great until the end. I called everyone wondering what would help this assault from the drunk that is my father. They promised if I needed them to call. I dialed their numbers fifty times as yet I was met with nothing. They ended me from their life as a person would push away food as if they had enough.

Connor holds tightly to me as the sound of his feet get louder down the hallway. Mother as stopped crying as he now stands in front of us. His eyes, those brown eyes that match mine, se to have nothing but anger laced in them. He doesn't say anything as he pulls mother to her feet and drags her out of the room. I close my eyes at her screaming and pleading for him to stop. The sound soon fades, a thud is heard as I know she is in peace now.

This got out of hand and I knew that I will be the last to suffer as it is my fault. He struts back into the room as he eyes Connor. I hold onto him tightly, but not tight enough as he is ripped from my grip. He begins to scream my name and asking for someway to help. As my so say father closes the door I get up from my current location. I open the door to see him smacking my little brother across the face. I glance around the room.

My eyes land on my mother who is placed across the floor barely breathing. Her eyes opened as she watches the assault on Connor. She reaches out her hand before it drops and her eyes close. I look around the room to find something or anything to stop him. I notice my signed baseball bat sitting in the corner of the room. I walk over carefully not wanting to make my presence known.

As I grip it tightly in my hands I raise it above my head as I make my way towards the man. I close my eyes as I swiftly hit him. He falls over on the floor as Connor looks at me wide eyed. "Run!" is the only I mutter to him. He doesn't hesitate as he soon rushes out the door. I drop the bat as I hear my fathers groans. He is soon standing back on his feet as he looks at me. "You piece of shit!"

He grabs me by the collar of my shirt as he forces me against the wall. I close my eyes trying not to engulf myself in such things. His hands soon find their way around my neck as I struggle for air. This is how it is meant to be. I deserve such a horribly way to go. As my body limps I think back to my childhood then high school. I never had friends but when I did I felt like I belonged.

You will never be anything. You are a disappointment. You will rot in hell with your bitch of a mom. His words are furiously yelled as I fell my eyes kids get heavy. He removes his hands as I fall to the ground. I begin to try and breathe but nothing is working. It's to late. My hopes of being someone and having the life I always dreamed of is something that wouldn't happen.

I barely open my eyes to see him pick up the bat. As he walks back to me I close my eyes realizing what I am. As he raises it above his head I take one more breath as my mind grabs one last thing. I will always be that boy. No matter what they are referring to I will always be that boy. 

The End.