I was on my way home. The chil winter air making the school bus almost as cold as the outside. My music playing loud in my earbuds.
As the bus got closer to my stop, I started to get nervous. My dad would be getting home today.
Most kids would be happy to see their parent that's been away for two weeks on business. Not me how ever. When my dad is on 'business' trips, it means he's fucking a new bitch. My mom knows about it to but all she does is pretend everything is fine and act like we're the perfect all American home. On the outside one might see a normal family. No problems and only good times. I wish someone would just look a little closer.
As I walk off the bus, I try to hide my skinny body with in my hoodie. However I fail and the cold air starts biting at me, making me feel sick. The song "Lost It All by Black Veil Brides' blasting in my deadly, frozen ears. No matter how cold it is though I still take my time to walk along the snowy sidewalk. My house wasn't far but I took 15mins to get home.
I opened the front door. The warmth was a welcomed feeling. I could hear my mom and dad fighting in the living room. More like my father yelling at my mom for probably nothing. Mom stopped fighting back years ago. Now she just sits there with a blank stare, tears running down her face. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. I knew nothing good would come from him seeing me.
"Andrew, Is that you?" My mom said. Damn it. Now dad will for sure have my ass on a plate. I hear dad storming into the front hallway.
"Little boy! Look what you've done! Your Mother just was begging me not to kick your fag ass out of my god damn house!" Dad spat in my face. The smell of beer radiating off him. He grabbed my shirt and lifted me off the ground. The smell of the alcohol was becoming to much for my sensitive nose. Mom was just looking at this happening in front of her. She wouldn't even try to help. When it came to her own kids, she couldn't do anything. I didn't even care when I felt that burn of my father's punch, or when he pushed me to the floor so he could use his foot on my fragile body. I only started to struggle when he lifted me over hid shoulder and started to walk to their bedroom. I screamed and kicked. "I can't do this again! Please no!" Hot tears streamed down my pale face.
Mom was still just standing there. The door closed. He pushed me into the bed. When I was little I'd sleep here with them when I had nightmares. I felt like I was living one as he tore my pants off. I closed my eyes trying to remember a time before. Before the alcohol and before the smell of sex and blood. I heard the sound of his belt. I remembered how he use to take Jess and I to the park. How we'd all play Monopoly every Sunday after dinner. I wondered what Jess would do if she saw how dad treated me since she found her mate. I begged that she'd save me from this hell. Take me with her the next time she came to visit. I knew that it was unlikely but I could still wish and hope.
A sharp pain snapped me from my thoughts. No lube. He never has any. I'd have at least been able to block it out if the pain was numbed but no, so here I am begging him to stop. After sometime I didn't think I could cry anymore nothing but a blank face and a wet face.
After a little bit more he came inside me. The feeling made me want to throw up. I was able to become pregnant thanks to my being an Omega and I did not wish to bare my father's child. I didn't live in Alabama. I held in my giggle at my statement. My father pulled out and pulled his blue jeans back up. He then proceed to leave the room leaving my bruised and weak body laying on the bed that once held happy memories but now held my tears and comforted me in my time of need. As the door closed behind him I saw mom in the hallway. We made I contact and I knew that my eyes were begging for help. I knew however that she wouldn't. She was scared of him doing that to her. She was a pussy and sometimes I thought she deserved to be with him if this is how she let her own son be treated. Of course I'd take it back as soon as I thought it. My mother never hit or yelled. She didn't have the will power. I'd forgive her as long as she still was there to forgive.
Laying in the bed I thought about my future. My birthday was soon which meant that I'd be finding my mate. Yeah mate, right. As if I'd find one. He'd reject me before he even got the chance to see me. I probably smelled of blood and cum. The thought of which made me gag some more. I giggled a little thinking about my mate. I hoped they'd be kind and gentle but still amazing in bed. I sighed softly. I heard the front door close and knew my parents had left. They always go out for this BBQ for my dad's work whenever he gets back. I pulled the covers over me and finally let the tears fall. It almost hurt to cry now. I closed my eyes. I let the deep, peaceful darkness consume me. I'd give anything to me in my mates arms right now
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My Heart
Romance'He is my heart.' After a long and abusive home life 18 year old Andrew meets the only person who can save him form his hell. His new found mate does anything and everything to help Andrew through his troubled past. Scars fade but always remain. Th...