Misunfortunate

5 - 'Home' Sweet 'Home'

Nick's POV

I made my way home, even though I still had 3 lessons left of school, dammit, it was Thursday, one day to go.

"So, I see you decided to come home early" fuck.

"What are the rules Nick" Len spoke.

"Umm." I stuttered out.

"Answer me, what are the rules Nick" he said getting aggravated, separating the words.

"Leave school when it's over and be back by 4" I managed to force some words out.

"Good, but, hey, I haven't given you your birthday present yet" he smirked. I was confused, he never actually remembers my birthday let alone get me prese-

I was kneed in the chest, causing me to fall over and then punched in the face. I heard the crack of a belt and then I felt the sharp pain of it tearing through my skin, even with my tee-shirt still on. He managed to do something to my leg, I don't know what but it was fucking painful.

I managed to lift myself up when he was done and limp up the stairs. I walked into my room, looking st my guitar and all my art all over the walls and furniture.

I deserved this, I deserved all of this, this shitty life, I must've done something wrong, right?

I went into the bathroom and took one of the blades from in between my phone and it's case, I had a selection, 4 to be exact.

I took it across my wrist once and enjoyed watching the warm liquid trickle down my arm, dripping into the sink.

I did that 4 more times, smiling at the pain and cleaned up the mess. This was the best kind of mess, I liked it, you can call me insane but whatever, everybody already thinks that anyway.

I decided to draw my arm, why not? I drew the arm along with all the fresh and old cuts, bruises and burns and colored it with water coloured pencils, dripping it so it looked cool.

I fell asleep looking at the picture of my mum, dad and brother. God I miss them, I wish for a time where my life didn't go to shit, were me and my brother were playing video canes and mum and dad called us up for dinner, having one of mums special cooked meals instead of me hating every food out there and being with these fuckers-

"I'm sure you'll love them, they're lovely people!" The way too enthusiastic social worker spoke, holding one of my suitcases, me holding the other and my rucksack on my shoulders.

"Their names are Len and Clara, they're great, I can tell they are gonna take such good care if you" she smiled, at which I scoffed but she didn't need to see that.

I looked up at the couple who were smiled way to lovingly for my liking, it looked almost forced.

As soon as I got into the car Len went over all the rules and a week later was when the beatings started, I knew my life turned to shit, well, I realized that when the rest of my family died but this was kinda the cherry on top.

Oh how I was so wrong, there was way more toppings than just the cherry.

I was 11 at the time, my family had died when I was 10 and I was in foster care for almost a year when they adopted me. I'm now 15 and, yes. Still completely hating everything in my life.

Whoop, still no reads, I have like 7 more already written chapters so I'll keep publishing those over time and I do wanna finish this book, I just don't know if there is a point :/