The boy in my houce

CH1

I woke up to the sound of smashing glass over the thumping music coming from the living room. My grandad was awake, and so was I. my throbbing headache wasn't the worst I've had but it certainly came close. I quickly but quietly got dressed and brushed my teeth, dodging every crack and broken glass blanketing the cold floor, avoiding any chance of noise.

Slowly I tied up my 'laces' and creeped down the steep, thin staircase leading to the corridor, it was cold broken and abused (bit like my family). I scurried along the wooden floor until I came across a tall, thick, blood stained door. Grandad Moe's room. My heart started aching as I slowly pushed the door open, enough for me to see in but not enough for him to see me. He'd fallen asleep. A wave of relief splashed my face as I turned in a smile. I could stay home, away from school. Quickly but cautiously turned around and headed down the corridor towards the staircase carrying a grin on my face until I did, it.

I had kicked a beer bottle. Hearing it roll across the floor and thud as it hit the wall made my whole body physically shake. But it wasn't enough to wake him, right? Gritting my teeth I slowly turned my head towards his door. A huge thud of his boots was a huge horrific reminder that no matter how much he drank he would always wake to anything, even an ant sneezing.

"James, is that you" his deep echo of a voice rang through the house and into me making my headache unbearable. Thuds of his thick boots became louder and closer. He was coming.

I turned around as fast as physically possible and ran. My life depended on it. As he left his room I reached the front door and turned the cold, hard, metal door handle and pulled with my entire might. It wouldn't open. It was locked.

I wasn't sure what hit me his fist or reality. I just fell to the floor; closed eyes, hands on head, tears staining my warm sweaty face.

"What's up pussy? Can't take a beating?" I hured him yell at me with anger behind his voice as he undid his belt.

Crippled like a hunchback, I stood at the bus stop alone. I didn't want people see me like this. Blood soaked blouse covered by a dark grey blazer and dripping with my own sweat and tears. Saying that my back ached would be a huge understatement. If life is so great, death must be even better. My stomach started doing flips and summer slot's as my bus came down my road. People turned to look at me with concern, others didn't bother with me, and no one said a word. I spent the bus ride on my own looking at the moving world travel by, sure not perfect but it was better than home. As I looked at all the houses and waving trees I felt safe. No one could get me here. I was safe.

After what only seemed like half an hour we showed up at school. I stood up and waited politely for other people to walk past like usual. Some glimpsed at me and others just walked straight past me, busy with their own traumatic lives. Even though no one cared I still felt their judgement. As I walked through my bus and towards the doors the driver stopped me.

"Hey boy," he called in his strange forum accent. What had I done wrong? Confused, I turn around and answered hesitantly

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Hope you don't mind but I was wondering where you got them marks?" he replied, clearly out of his comforts zone. I felt my heart stop for a few seconds and then rebut twice as fast. I was clearly shocked by this question and he could tell. My mind went completely blank.

"What boys have you been picking fights with now?" he said out of the blue, clearly not convinced by his own words. "I swear you get in a new one every other day" he said with a friendly smile. I smiled back and quickly replied

"There were three girls this time- found out I was triple crossing them all" we both laugh at my not so funny joke and I leave awkwardly looking back only once.

I had no clue where Simon was but he wouldn't be far, we had been friends ever since the first day of year seven (god damn those year sevens). I look behind me to find Loren propped up against the wall on her phone, clearly waiting for Callum. If I'm honest, I'm surprised that she likes him, especially with the way he treats her. I can't stand it.

"James" I hear a familiar voice call. It was Simon. He ran up behind me and grabbed me by the soldiers and pulled me down leaving an agonizing pain run through my back and across my soldiers making me yelp out in pain. He instantly stopped.

"What's up," he said with a slightly tilted, puzzled face. "Whose girl did you bang this time?" he asked now showing of his hideously cheesy grin. I awkwardly laughed at his joke, still in pain. Simon was a lot shorter than me. He had quite a rounded face with blonde hair and braces.

"Just got on the wrong side if some high twenty year old's" I added, so used to lying by now, I became quite good at it. He casually looked at me and then to Loren leaving his eyed fixed on her freckly face. It was clear that he liked her but he was too gormless to notice. I needed a hobby besides working on excuses and collecting bruises so I decided to make this my top priority.

"I know you like her" I say, quietly enough for only me and him hear. He looked at my sideways smirk making him turn as red as a tomato filled with disbelief

"What?" 

Authors note

Hey, ive never done this before so sorry if its terrible thank you all for reading!! <3