Jellyrolls BxB

part 1: Two Different Mornings

Warnings for this chapter:
Violence
Abuse

Tyler Willoughby was sleeping peacefully in his bed when his mother had awoken him. She shook her son gently, laughing slightly at the small groans that left his lips.

"Darling you have to get up now. You're going to miss school."

Tyler sighed sitting up and stretching, his back cracking loudly as he did so.

"Oh nooo that'd be terrible." He joked smiling at his mother who playfully slapped his arm.

"Okay smart ass get up or I'm letting your dad pack your lunch today."

Tyler's eyes widened in horror at the throat.

"Okay okay! I'm up jeez no need to poison me!"

Tyler's mother shook her head as she stepped out his room. Tyler didn't need to do much to get ready for the day. He took a hot shower, brushed his teeth, and threw on whatever clothes he could find that weren't dirty. He made his way down the stairs, kissed his mother's cheek, said bye to his dad and was off to school. Another perfect morning to start another perfect day.

Mean while

Jessie Caverly had been awake since 3 am. His father was passed out on the couch, beer bottles scattered around him. Jessie had gone over the plan all night in his head. He would sneak out early without waking his dad and make it to school unharmed. This plan only worked about 20% of the time though. Jessie would always trip, step too hard, breathe too loud, something to wake his dad up and the man's anger would go into beating his son.

Taking a deep breathe Jessie stood against the wall looking around the corner at his dad. He could do this. He may not be the fastest or the smartest but he could do this.

"Okay Jessie, man the fuck up. The worst that can happen is you get hit. It will heal. You'll be fine." He whispered this pep talk to himself every morning even though it was never helpful.

He knew if he got caught the effect would be more than just a busted lip. He winced remembering the broken ribs that just healed.

Slapping his chubby cheeks he took a deep breathe before dashing towards the door. He had almost made it. Almost.

A muscular hand grabbed his shoulder just as he reached the door. He was yanked back roughly and forced to turn around.

"Where are you going, porky?" His fathers breath smelled heavily of alcohol and he winced at the nickname.

"To school, sir."

His father straightened up rubbing the stubble on his chin.

"School. It's not worth shit but getting you out of my face. You know where I went when I was your age? Military camp. It made me strong. Taught me more than fucking school. Made me into a man, stopped me from being a fat fuck like you."

His father would always rant about his army days. Talk about how it made him fit and how Jessie was just a fat, lazy piece of shit. Jessie had received this conversation so many times. It shouldn't bother him anymore. But it does. It really fucking does.

A hard slap across the face brought him out of his thoughts.

"Are you listening to me? Or are you too busy dreaming about food. I bet you fucking cream your pants thinking of food, not even interested in girls are you? Fucker." His dad grumbled, body swaying from the alcohol in his system.

"Just get the fuck out Jessie. I don't want to see you for today." His dad angrily laid back in the couch, reaching for another bottle.

Jessie didn't hesitate before dashing out the door and down the road to school. He knew he'd be a mess by the time he got there but what else was new? Fuck it, at least he'd have a few hours away from his dad.