"You have 5 minutes to get in the car or I'm not driving you home." My dad spits at me before running out to start the car.
It was only yesterday that he beat me, so my body is covered in cuts and bruises, my right eye is almost swollen shut, and bruised all the way around, I can still feel glass in my head, and a few piece in random other spots on my body from being thrown into the ground, my arm hurts like hell.
Sleep was almost impossible last night, everytime I'd move in my sleep I'd be woken up from the pain. It was hard to keep from screaming, but I couldn't... My father would have been in there ready to beat my ass again.
I get ready as fast as possible and run out to the car, it takes me 4 minutes.
The ride home seems longer than usual. Probably because I'm stuck in the vehicle with a man who beat the living shit out of me not even 24 hours ago. And I'm here alone with him.
Usually he plays music, today he doesn't. The full almost 4 hours is in complete silence.
Once we were about 10 minutes away from home, he turns to look at me for a split second, before turning around to watch the road again, but in that slight glance, I can feel rage, anger, hatred.
"Don't say a word." He grumbles.
It wasn't a suggestion, or an option. It was a threat. I wouldn't have told anybody anyways... It's embarrassing. But now I know that if I tell, he won't just hurt me again. He's going to kill me.
I've always feared my father. But I can truly say in this moment, I am honest to god scared for my life, and for the life of those that I love.
"BOY! YOU SPEAK WHEN YOU ARE SPOKEN TO!" He screams without turning around, but he's glaring at me off and on in the mirror.
"I understand. I will not tell anyone." I mutter, head bowed.
"Good."
We pull up to my house and I jump out and run to the door, ignoring the pain I feel with each step.
The door swings open before I can even reach for it, and there stands Alexander.
"What are you doing here?" I smile widely at him.
"I plan on being right here at this door everytime you get home from his house." He promises.
I get inside and close the door and immediately pull him into my arms.
Which I regret before I even do it. The pain is unbearable. I squeeze him with both my arms, completely forgetting about the wounds.
The moment I do this, pain shoots up my arm. I grunt loudly and let him go.
"What's wrong Magnus?" There's pure worry written all over his face.
"Nothing. I fell down the basement stairs at my dad's house, I may have broken my arm but I'm not sure... I should be fine." I assure him.
He doesn't look convinced.
"How did I not notice at first. You have cuts and bruises everywhere." He says, scanning my exposed skin.
"I'm fine. Just a few scrapes and such. Nothing major" I shrug.
"Come on. You need to be properly cleaned up. Whoever cleaned your cuts did a horrible job."
He gently grabs my uninjured arm and leads me to the bathroom across from my room.
"Take off your shirt." He demands.
"Alec. I'm fine. There's no need for this." I brush him off.
"If you don't take your short off I will, and I don't want to hurt you."
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I Lost Everything But Found You
FanfictionMagnus Bane wasn't in a good place, he had stopped wishing for the hero to come and save the day a long time ago. Now he just sat by, letting it all happen, letting his life be ripped apart slowly. He doesn't see anything good anymore. He's ready fo...
