Scars (Solangelo soulmate AU) [DISCONTINUED]

Fallen Angel

AN- this is my first ever fanfiction so any constructive criticism would be great. I'm sorry already for the amount of grammar and spelling mistakes I'm going to make, but, yeah hope you enjoy. Trigger warning: homophobic language and abuse.

NPOV-

He's drunk again. I can smell it on his breath, the stench of alcohol mixed with tobacco smoke, as he leans towards me. I cower against the wall waiting for him to lash out, to scream, to break me. He pushes himself closer to me and whispers in my ear. "What are you still doing here you worthless little fag?!" He slaps me across the face and i slip out from under his arm and run to my room. It is a small room with the walls all black and only just enough space for a bed and a wardrobe. I lay on my bed and start to sob silently.

I'm stuck in a continuous loop. Wake up and get screamed at then kicked out of the door by my "father". Go to school to spend all day in fear of the bullies. Try to hide but it is worthless they always find me. Leave the school and sit at the back of the bus watching all of the other students talking and laughing with their friends. I envy them. They don't have to live in constant fear. They can enjoy life whereas I wish mine was over. Get home and find a list of things I need to do before he gets back. I never finish them which just makes him more angry. He comes in and then it starts. When it is over I go to my room only to cry myself to sleep.

I must be the worst soulmate.

Oh didn't i mention, we are told when we are little that everyone has a soulmate. We are linked in a way that whatever injuries you get also appear on your soulmate. Luckily they don't feel any pain. I shudder thinking about how I am ruining someones life. See my body is a mess of scars. The only place he doesn't touch is my face. Well, that was the case until today. Today is the anniversary of the day my mother and sister died. That's probably what drove him over the edge today.

When my sister Bianca was here everything was alright. My father laughed and my mother smiled. I was happy, but then she died, we moved to America and my father turned on me. I lay there imagining her smile. "I'm sorry." The words slip out of my mouth just as a tear finds its way down my face. Suddenly the door opens and he slides in. My father. Hades. He's holding a belt and all of a sudden I'm crying even more. I know what that belt means. He steps closer and I close my eyes.

Wpov-

I wake up with more cuts and bruises. My poor soulmate. I cant even imagine what he is going through. I look down at my wrist and watch a small circular burn appear. My vision starts to blur with tears but I blink them away and slip out of bed.

I walk down to the kitchen where I can hear my mum humming along to the radio. When I walk in I hear her gasp. She holds up a mirror to my face and I can see i have a red hand print on my cheek. The tears are flowing down my face now and i can see them on hers.

"I need to help him," I say. (Yes him. I 'm almost 100% sure that my soulmate is a boy. I have never had feelings for a girl however I have had many for boys.) She nods and cups my cheek.

"I love you" she says. I kiss her and walk upstairs to my bedroom to get ready for school.