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Jonathan pov

When I was taking notes on my thin notebook. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I looked at the front seeing the teacher was facing the board. I got my phone out of my pocket to cheek if it's my boyfriend. 

Sadly it is.

He said that I had to buy more alcohol whiles his out getting drunk probably having sex or wasted with his mates. I texted him and put my phone away. 

"JONATHAN DENIS" I screamed like a little girl nearly fall out of my seat and looked at Mr. Wick in front of me. 

I heard everyone in the whole class laugh at me calling me a pussy and a freak. I ignored them and felt my face was burning but I was glad that I put on my mask because it's more easily to not see my blush tomato face and to hid the scars that are on my left eye and just below my mouth. It was a course by my father when I was little when he threw a glass bottle at my face making the glass dig into my flash. 

It was the horrible experience that I ever had. When he called me a faggot, Gaylord and to kill myself because he finds me self-harming in the bathroom like my mother commit suicide when she drank overdose in her sleep. That really hurt my heart because she always brings a shine to my life but she couldn't take another of this until I find her laying there in the bathtub crying seeing my only mother laying limp in my arms that take care of me and takes the hit by the monster when I was going to get hit. She hated it when I'm hurt but I know that she is in a peaceful place right now.

In heaven.  

I smiled thinking that I was thankful that he was gone in my life but I wished I never fall in love with that monster of a boyfriend. I would be happier just going out with mates but I'm never happy when he won't let me out of the house if it's my day off.  

"Why aren't you paying attention," Mr. Wick said in a rough voice making me tense up.

"I do-n't k-no-w sir" I said stuttering.

"Well pay attention next time or else dentition" he growls going back to the front talking about Shakespeare. 

 That was close I thought whiles signing and listening to the teacher and taking more notes.  

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