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In the Morning

a/n okay, this will be a depressing chapter. If you don't want to read it i guess you don't have to. It will contain abuse, crying, and sadness. So there's your warning.

Five in the morning. I woke up to a shooting pain up my back and through my head. I winced as I remembered the night before.

I looked up to see the door wide open. In the frame was a tall, messy figure. My father. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the belt in one of his hands and the stone in the other.

"Ah," he said, "Texting another one of your boyfriends, huh?"

I froze.

"Now," he said through gritted teeth, "Which should I use first?"

He approached me with the belt.

"Sit on the floor! On your knees!" he shouted.

I did as he said, and he ripped my shirt off. He hit me four times down my back, leaving four red streaks. I wanted to scream but I knew it would only make  everything worse.

"Turn around, boy," he yelled. He picked up the stone.

My father hit my arms and legs with that stone. I felt tears stream down my cheeks. Stupid tears. They fall even when you don't want them to.

"Hurry up, boy," he said, throwing a new shirt at me, "Get your backpack and get outside."

I quickly did. I grabbed my bag and the shirt and rand down stairs. I flung open the front door and ran until I heard it close. I pulled on the shirt. Around me, there were woods. I could still run away. I chose not to. I stayed outside crying for an hour or so. When I approached my house, through the window I saw my father passed out on the couch, beer bottle in hand. I ran to the back of my house to grab my ladder. I pulled it out, climbed up it, and crawled into my room via my window. I sat on my bed and cried. Sleeping seemed like a good idea, so I shut off the lights and went to bed.

I didn't want any chance of encountering my dad, so I got out of bed, early and put on new clothes. Eating breakfast would have been too loud, so I just grab one of those cereal pack things a/n does anybody know what  i mean? those things they sell, they're like cereal in a plastic bowl, with a plastic cover that you rip off, then you get a milk bottle and pour it in. you know??

I ran outside and up to the bus stop. Of course no one else was there. I rarely ever rode the bus like I was supposed to, but today I felt like it. a/n public bus, guys, but usually the same people use the bus everyday. 

I was only there for around half an hour waiting when no other than Alex came up to my stop.  I blushed and looked down, preparing for the worst. And by that, I mean the most embarrassing.

a/n sorry for that, but i needed to get that out so... but yeah, that was kind of short, sorry, but i didn't have a lot of time.

also, i have another story out its called a problem waiting to happen. plz go read it it only has one part but still!

finally, tomorrow, April 25, is draw a heart on your wrist day. If you have ever had suicidal thoughts or actions, or you just care about people who have, draw a heart on your wrist to that others can see that they are NOT alone.

thx 4 reading

bye

why are you still reading this trash??