Chance [ gumlee ]

[ chap 3 ]

!! tw (trigger warning) // abuse !!

pov change

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Rain. I always loved the rain. I like to just stand outside and let it soak me. My shoes splashed into little puddles, as I dragged myself home.

Or, a better name for it would be hell. I didn't want to leave Gumball's house, but he probably wanted me out anyways. He's the sweetest thing ever though.

I looked down at my bandaged hand. It stung a little. I walked onto my driveway, and unfortunately, my dad was home. I felt my heart speed up, as I walked up to the front door. I slowly and carefully opened it, trying to be as quiet as possible. I closed it just as silent. I heard the TV on in the living room. I heard my dad yelling at the TV. I carefully snuck upstairs. I almost reached the top when my slippery shoes gave out and I slipped, falling down the stairs. Creating a shit ton of noise. My eyes widened, the pain in my side being the least of my worries. I heard the TV go silent. All I could hear was my heart about to burst out of my chest.

"Marshall, boy." he sung, a sickening tone in his voice. His drunken voice. His shadow stood in front of me. With a click of the light switch, fear slapped me in the face. Actually, that was my dad.

"You got expelled." he yelled loudly. I looked at him, terrified. His fist hit me in the jaw. My head jerked back, hitting the stairs.

"You fucking dumbass! I knew you'd never get anywhere in life. You worthless piece of shit." he spat. His cold, rough hand tangled into my wet hair. He yanked me up and dragged me upstairs. I kicked and thrashed.

I don't think I could handle another beating. I try to run, but he trips me, earning me another fall back down the stairs. I groaned loudly, bruises popping up on my arms and legs. My dad came back down, and kicked me hard in the stomach. I yelled loudly, clutching my stomach.

"What took you so long to get home, huh?! Where you too busy fucking some faggot?!" he screamed. I smirked and chuckled lightly.

"Nah, don't think that you'd appreciate incest." I said.

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I don't know what got into me when I said that, but I immediately regretted it. His face turned bright red, and he ran down the stairs, grabbing me by the shirt. He rammed me into the wall, and punched me over and over. Tears ran down my swollen face. I just laughed at him, trying to mask that I was in a shit ton of pain. His hands wrapped around my neck, and squeezed. I scratched and clawed at his arms. My dangling legs thrashed around. I kicked him over and over, until he finally let go. I hit the ground. He stepped back, pulling something from his pocket. I couldn't see it, the darkness around the house consuming our sight. His hand snatched my wrist and pinned it to the wall above my head. I didn't know what it was until I felt it pierce into my hand. I screamed, feeling blood rush down my arm.

"Did you just fucking stab me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! What kind of father are you?!" I screamed. He gave me one last hard, kick. I wanted to curl up, but this knife in my fucking hand kept me sitting upright against the wall. He scoffed at me and left.

"Fuck you." I said as he slammed the door. I felt around the wall for the light switch. I found it and turned it on. My attention went directly to my hand. There was a pretty decent sized knife in my hand. Blood was still rushing down my arm, staining my shirt. My other hand, shaking vigorously, reached over to the knife. I gripped the handle tightly. Pain shot through my hand as I slowly pulled out the knife. It slipped from my bloody, shaky hand onto the floor. I looked at my hand. Most of it was drenched in blood. The cut went all the way through my hand. It had gone through the wall. I shakily got up, and hurried upstairs, leaving a blood trail. I stumbled into my bathroom, and wrapped my hand in almost a whole roll of toilet paper. Just to hold until tomorrow. I'll go to the hospital then.