Solby(don't know what the tittle should be)

Colby Pov (again....)

I was knocked to the ground almost immediately. 

"Why were you gone! You know your supposed to tell me! This is NOT a game!"

 He takes a second to breath. I realize he's gotten drunk by the bottle of vodka next the couch. And mom's not home. This what I call a horror movie.

"I'm gonna hit you in 3. Get up and get some better grades!"  

He yelled at me right in my ear and it took me a second to realize what he meant. His face was red with anger and sadness. He's an angry/sad drunk? He grabbed my shirt and pulled me up throwing me onto the floor again punching me in the stomach 3 times. He did say 3 seconds. I pushed him off making my self and got up. I ran to my room locking the door. Laying on my bed is not comfortable with tears rolling down my face. I close my eyes. Life is so much more peaceful with your eyes closed. 

*Door opening*

I flip my head to see nobody at my door.  It must be mom coming home or maybe dad leaving. Either way, Im safe. If mom was home my dad would hide the vodka and would read a book. Showing that he did nothing and if I said anything about it, my mom would brush it off. And if my dad left,  he would be gone forever. Well at least until 1 am. I suddenly feel the need to go to the bathroom. Good thing it's in the same hallway as me.

I get off my bed and open my door. My dad had left, but the vodka is hidden. I walk into the bathroom. I see a razor. Maybe it's not the best thing to do but I mean, you gotta try everything. I look at my wrist, slowly thinking about how this will help me in no way, shape or form. I do 3 cuts. Spelling the word-
Dad
I see the crimson red go down my arm. I turn on the cold water from my tap and run my arm under the water. The pain feels weird, like a stinging metal, but with more sting than metal. I grab a dry towel and put water on half of it. I dab (hahaha ok Ksenya this is serious) it on the cuts, pushing that water side on to the cuts, putting pressure on it. Than I put the dry side on my cuts. I do this a few times, and the bleeding stops. The pain won't stop but the blood has. I go to the bathroom (toilet) and than leave. I go downstairs. I don't see anyone, so I grab a small Pringles, some water and sprint back upstairs, and to my room. Locking the door behind me. I drink water and eat my Pringles. I grab a hoodie and take a walk. I go to the park, it's very peaceful until I see Brennen staring at me with his "gang". I put my hood on and walk off. But before I do, Brennen catches my eye.
"Hey pretty boy, DID YOU MAKE OUT WITH SAMMY YET??"
"We know you like him!" Aaron says
I keep walking and am soon pulled to the ground. I'm laying down with Brennen on top of me, gripping my shoulders.
"He's my boyfriend, so you better not have." He says
" You make fun of me because I'm bi, but you're clearly gay!" I say
" Pretty boy, I'm not gay, you are."
"Fuck off"
" Ah, you don't like my complement. You're clearly blushing."
"Get off, asshole."
" Not even a 'you're sweet brennen'?"
"Stop pestering me."
I flip onto my back, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him on his back. I get up and leave. But right after, I get thrown against a tree. A few punches there, some to her there. Not as bad as school.
"Colby?"
I turn before Brennen can hit anymore. It was Sam. He looked scared.

"Hey baby." Brennen says

Sam turns, putting on a smile. It looked fake because his eyes still looked like he was in pain.

" Hey Brenn Brenn, whatcha doing??"

"Beating up this kid."

"Isn't that Colby?"

"Yeah"

"Yeah that sounds right."

I start to walk away but am grabbed from behind.

"Told you, we were dating and that he doesn't like you. He only helped you the one day because he doesn't want a bad image."

And with that he releases his grip and I walk calmly back to my house. Without looking back.

WOAH THAT HIT ME HARD!!!! Thanks so much for reading! Thanks for 800 reads btw, this shit is crazy!! Sorry I haven't updated, my grades are lower than ocean level. See i'm trying to be hip, it's not working. ok BOO BYE

Ks3nya

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