MARKS POV
(small time skip)
I jog to the sound of the front door slamming shut. He over reacted I think as I pull open the door and I see him walking across the street. I call out his name, but I get no response. I stare after him, even after he shuts the door behind him I stare at the empty space he left behind. A hand placed on my shoulder scares me. I look at the person about to give them a mouthful, when I see it's only my Dad. He gives me a soft, caring smile across his tired withered face.
"You wanna talk, buddy?" he asks softly.
I nod once.
Then I breakdown in my Dad's welcoming arms.
JACKS POV
I slam the door behind me before storming off across the street to my house. I open the door to my house and shut it gently. I'm about to walk into my room when I hear a cry of pain, followed by a deep voice screaming.
"WHERE'S MY FUCKING DINNER, YOU DUMB ASS WHORE!" he yells.
I walk into the lounge room where I see my Dad standing over a small, scared figure cowering in the corner of the room on the floor. My Mum. I run over and push Dad away from her, before dropping to my knees to make sure she's OK. But she's unconscious.
"That was a big mistake faggot." He growls. I wrap myself protectively around my unconscious Mum, before he starts kicking me right below the ribs. Same spot every time, repeatedly for what seem like hours before he finally stops and grabs me by the scruff of the shirt, raising me to his eye level.
"Answer me this, boy," he growls, "why do you want to protect people who don't even care about you? Who want you to bleed out or to just hang yourself; cos if you haven't realised, no one wants you in this world. You're just a piece of trash that can be thrown away."
He throws me to the ground then walks outside. I hear the engine of the car roar to life and tear down the road. "At least the pub doesn't shut till 3 in the morning." I mumble. I walk over to my Mum who's starting to come round.
She smells of alcohol and her face has already started bruising from whatever my Dad did to her.
"I'll go get you some ice," I say gently.
"Don't bother," she says, pain crawling into every word, "Just go to your room and I'll make you some dinner."
I walk up the stairs and into my room and sit on my bed twirling a drum stick in my hands. It's the first time I actually think.
Am I really needed in this world?
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FanfictionStarting a new school sucks, just ask Jack. Living with abusive parents you thought loved you is torture, Jack knows. But on the first day Jack sees the cutest boy on the planet, but he knows it won't work out... no one wants a depressed sad sack th...
