Accidentally Saved

Chapter Two

Ian's POV

"Ian, you're a no good piece of..." my dad yelled at me, throwing a broken beer bottle at my face.

"Dad..." I started but was interrupted by another flying bottle, going past my head and slicing a large cut in my ear.

I placed my hand over the wound and it came back dripping with dark maroon blood.

I quickly calculated if I had enough time to run to my room before another bottle was thrown.

Another one flew past my head, shattering from the impact as it crashed into the wall in front of me.

I decided I'd take my chances.

I flew up the stairs and swung around the corner, flying into my room and slamming the door shut. I pushed the lock and slid down against the door, sitting on the brownish carpet of my room, which, surprisingly for a boy, I kept quite clean. My breath was fast but slowed the longer I sat

there.

I don't know how much more I can take of this. Ever since my mom died when I was twelve, my dad had been out of control. He'd been so depressed he drowned his grief and sorrows in the liquid that filled the bottles he'd been chucking at me. He'd become incredibly abusive and thoughtless, let alone messy and selfish.

The only safe haven I had was school, but even there I couldn't be myself. It all started with the first black eye my dad gave me. I came to school and was hounded with the same question, 'What happened?' The only answer I could think of was that I had gotten into a fight.

I couldn't expose my dad, even if he was abusive, he was the only family I had left.

But, the fight rumor spread like wildfire and soon enough I was known as Lakeside Junior High's seventh grade bad boy. That entitled fake friends, a permanent façade and the same explanation to every cut and bruise that appeared on my body.

I had held the same cocky, bad boy mantra for five years. I was now a junior at Lakeside high school in Lansing Michigan and was just trying to pass with good grades so I could get into college on some sort of scholarship. That was the only way I could get away from my dad.

The only problem with that was, as a bad boy, you're expected to not do your homework, not care about your grades and act like you don't give a shit.

That was one of the hardest things to transition into, being a 'bad boy' and all. Before then I had never turned in a late assignment, and to be honest, I was pretty proud of that. But as soon as I showed up with a black eye, that pride went down the drain along with the boy I wanted to be.

I decided to go out and check on my father, it had been pretty quiet for a while and that both relieved and terrified me. At least he hadn't tried to break into my room and strangle me as he had before.

As I tiptoed down the stairs, I smelled the awful stench of throw up and dried blood. At the end of the stairs there were many more golden brown glass shards and candy wrappers littering the floor. I turned into the kitchen and found my dad passed out on the counter, covered in vomit.

I sighed and dragged his unconscious body to the bathroom and washed him off. I then lugged him up to his bedroom, which was worse than the living room, and changed his stained shirt and pants and laid him on his bed.

I walked back to the bathroom and cleaned my ear off, wrapping it with some gauze from the first aid kit.

I wondered who this person was, staring at me in the mirror as he bandaged his ear, because it sure as hell wasn't me. I didn't even know who I was, I had been this bad boy for five years and even when I went to college and got rid of the abuse and the façade, I couldn't go back to who I was because there was no one to go back to.

I'd thought about that a lot, but I knew that shouldn't be a thought that occupied my mind right now because I didn't even know if I would make it that far.

I walked back to my room and laid on my bed, the sheets ripped and worn, and tried hard to fall asleep. I was going to have a hard day tomorrow. I had school, and well... I hadn't done my homework.

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Hey guys! Well you've met Ian! I hope you all love him as much as lukeysgirl03 and I do☺️

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