The Goth Boy

Chapter 7

The Goth Boy

Chapter 7

I opened my eyes slightly glancing at my clock. 6:35 it read. Why can't I sleep forever? My dreams are in my sleep, nightmares are my life.

I groaned in protest slowly moving out of bed. I was in full sloth mode.

"Meoooow."

I jumped at the sudden noise. I was even more surprised to see Binky laying on my bed next to me.

"Binky! I missed you!" I cuddled him up in a ball and held him close to me. About a month ago we couldn't find Binky anywhere, we thought he ran away.

My door opened giving me another little jump.

"Guess who was clawing at the front door this morning?" My mother smiled her eyes gazing upon the large black sack in my arms. I hadn't heard her come in. 

I lifted up Binky showing her I knew he was here.

"Shane, is that a black eye?" My mother gasped running to my side. Shoot, I totally forgot about that. I must've washed off the makeup in the shower by mistake.

I purposely didn't even spare a glance at myself in the mirror today, I didn't want to see myself.

I turned my head the other direction so she couldn't see it. Her face filled with concern and she was pleading me with her eyes to tell her what happened.

"Uh...no," I muttered. I walked into the kitchen, my mother on my tail.

"Shane, don't lie to your mother." John hissed as he strolled into the kitchen with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. It aggravated me how easily he could fool people and make them believe he was a kind-hearted man.

'Don't lie to your mother', he was testing me. He's daring me to say something about how he's been treating me for the past few years. If only I had the guts to. My mother stood there, once again oblivious to the rising tension.

"What happened to my poor little baby." She frowned touching it lightly. I winced at the touch and she drew her hand back.

"Just a little mishap with some guys at school mom, nothing to worry about." I lifted my bag higher on my shoulder wishing she could drop it. There was no way I was ratting out Cole, he would kill me. He was also going to be my husband one day.

"Do I need to call the school? I'm going to call them right now and sort all of this out. Who did this to you?" She grabbed the home phone and my eyes widened in fear.

"No mom, please don't. It won't happen again, it was a mistake." I shouted saying anything that came to mind. John watched from the table amused before he piped up.

"Shane you should really learn how to fight back, stick up for yourself more and things like this wouldn't happen." His eyes burned into mine. I was the only one who could ever hear the viciousness in his tone.

I glared hard at him and he smirked so that only I could see. Anger boiled in my blood and I was about to explode. I couldn't take all this abuse anymore, there's only so much a fragile boy like me could handle.

I storming out of the house grabbing an apple despite my mothers' calls.

"Shane! He's just trying to help!" She yelled out the front door. The noisy neighbors we had peeked out their windows at the commotion.

Help?! Beating me daily is definitely helping me out. I heard the door slam and I kicked a rock down the road. Why was she so blind? She will notice a black eye but not cuts and bruises everywhere else?