Bullied, Scarred, and Hated (A TeamCrafted and JeromeASF fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Parker's POV

As I slowly opened up the door to my house I trembled with fear. What would Team Crafted do to me today? I heard yelling and I knew they must be playing video games. I walked in and closed the door quietly and started up the stairs but I was too late.

"Look who it is! The family disgrace!" my brother Mitchell yelled at me.

I continued up the stairs but I was yanked backwards.

"Did we say you could leave?" my brother's friend Adam said as he put me into a headlock.

I wiggled against his grasp and broke free. I ran up to my room and locked the door. Adam's heavy breathing let me know he was on the other side. He pounded on the door cursing at me and attempted to break the door open.

"Get out here you slut!" he yelled.

I crawled under my bed and cried silently. This was my safe haven. They never found me here.

I remember when I was younger and my mom was still alive, I was terrified about what was under my bed. One night my mom convinced me to lay under the bed for ten minutes. If I did she said she would give me ice cream. So I crawled under the bed and stayed there for so long my mom had to pull me out from under the bed.

I had grown to love that place no matter how weird it was. It was a lot more spacious then you would think as well as dark and cold.

After about ten minutes the yelling and pounding stopped announcing he went back downstairs. I let out a sigh and crawled out from under my bed. I plopped onto the top of the bed and quickly fell asleep.

I was awakened by yelling downstairs. I quickly sat up and rushed down the stairs. My drunken father was yelling at Mitch.

When he saw me I could fell my heart stop. Blood covered his face. He must have gotten into a fight at one of the bars. He smirked at me before violently pushing my brother to the ground.

"Come here," he said as I felt myself shiver.

I slowly made my way down the carpeted steps to be greeted my a sharp pain in my left cheek. I fell to the floor. Pain consumed my body as he kicked me and called me horrible names. When he finally stopped he started to yell at my brother again. He slapped him like he did me but Mitch was much stronger then me and could suffer through more pain.

I couldn't breath. I felt like I was dying. There was blood around me. I made my way up the stairs tripping on a few stairs along the way. I rush to my bathroom and lock the door.

After what seemed like forever my breathing became normal again. I looked at myself in the mirror. Blood covered my oversize hoodie and jeans. I pried them off of me and look at myself in the mirror once more. There were bruises everywhere and I mean everywhere. My face, stomach, thighs, and arms. Along with the bruises were cuts that have collected on my body for the pass 4 years.

I turned on the shower and slowly stepped into the burning water. All my pain vanished and I was visited by thoughts of my mother.

"Mom! I don't understand why isn't she waking up?" I yelled at my aunt.

"Parker," she started. "Your mom is dead. She killed herself."

She looked at me with a look of guilt and sadness but all I got from my brother and father was anger.

They blamed me for my mom's suicide. I don't know why though. I never wanted to hurt her. If anything it was my father's fault. He had became distant and was seen kissing another women.

I missed the warm hugs and familiar scent of cinnamon my mother carried with her everywhere. She was always there when my brother or my father wasn't.

Even before my mom died my father didn't like me. They were expecting only a boy but then they found out there was a mistake in the ultrasound and they were having twins. My father wanted to give me up for adoption but my mother refused. Right now I wish she didn't.

I stepped out of the showered and dried off. I glanced at my razors sitting on the counter of my sink. I brought it to my arm before I started to press down. As I looked at my self in the mirror, I saw my mother in me. I looked almost exactly like her. I suddenly dropped the blade. My skin had a slight dent from where I had pushed the blade down but that was all. I picked the blade up and put the rest of them away and changed into a baggy white t-shirt and polka dot sweatpants.

I climbed into bed and fell asleep only to be greeted with nightmares.

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-Kennedy