Forever Alone... Or Not

Chapter 1 (MATURE)

(*3 years later*) POV: Micheal

Trigger warning: rape, abuse, and family problems

It's been 3 years since Sariha's moved here. Let me tell you it's been awesome. Just like in 2nd grade, we get along so well. But just like me Sariha has a tough life. Her mother works 24/7 as a nurse, so she can pay bills and raise her children. Not only that but Sariha's father is an alcoholic and a drug addict. Her parents are divorced but her dad still lives with them because he can't afford a place to live. Sariha works 2 jobs to help her family and tries to help her dad by taking away his drugs/alcohol, but the last time she did he beat her and threatened to beat her mom and her siblings. She has had to call the police so many times because of him. I help her get money for her family, I love them more than my own family. Speaking of my family, my dad just beat me and now i'm lying against the bloodied wall that my dad pinned me against as he kicked and punched me. I slowly get up, hand on the wall so I don't fall. I make my way to the stairs and very slowly walked....limped up the stairs. I made it to my room without any mishaps but as soon as I walked in I was pushed from behind and was sent flying to the floor. I gasp as my back hit the edge of my metal bed frame. I looked up through my hair and saw my dad leaning against the door frame while chugging a beer. He finished the bottle and threw it on the ground. Smashing it into a million peices. He looked at me and scowled.

"Youuure suchhh a faggg. Whyyy diiiid I eveerrr havvvee youuu." his slurred voice ran through my head as he started to beat me again. Then he did something he hasn't done before. He threw me on the bed and pinned me on my stomach. "Maybeee I can put youuu to ussse." he said as he unbuckled his belt. I realized what was happening and started to scream and cry. He covered my mouth and whispered in my ear. "You deserve this after what you did to your mother and your brother." I cried more as he pulled my pants halfway down before shoving himself into me. I screamed into his hand. It hurt so bad. Not only because he didn't prep me, not because I was a virgin. But because he was my father. Why would any father rape their own son, let alone beat them. I felt something warm travel down my legs. I thought it was dads cum but no it was blood. There was a puddle of red surrounding the lower half of my body. Dad was still using me as the puddle grew bigger. It was to the point where it started to drip off the bed. I screamed as he became more aggressive and started to slap my ass. It continued for what felt like hours before he finished and left me in my room to bleed out and die.

POV: Sariha

I sit by my window waiting for Micheal to come over. He's over 3 hours late and im really worried. His dad beats him and sometimes he's so close to death that he has to be taken to the hospital. I turn on my phone and notice a text from Micheal,

'Help me' as soon as I saw that I bolted out my door. I got in any car, started it, and drove off. I was at his house in 5 minutes flat. I ran up to the door and didn't even knock. I burst through the door to find one of the walls bloodied and a trail of blood leading up the stairs to Michael's room. I notice Michael's dad was passed out on the couch, surrounded by beer bottles. I open the door to Michael's room and instantly smelled blood. I gasp and start to cry when I saw his limp body covered in blood. His phone was still on and in his hand showing the text he sent me. I came over to inspect him as I dial 911. I see that he doesn't have any pants on. Then I see his...hole, it's like it was ripped in half. When 911 answered I told them the information and they were on there way. I told them to bring the police. I locked Michael's door before going back to hold him. I pulled his pants up and wiped the blood off his face as I cried. I could hear him breathe and feel his heartbeat so I knew he was alive. I heard the sirens coming from the ambulances and the police cars. I pulled Michael closer to me and picked up his tiny, bloody body. I walked to the door and pressed my ear to it. I heard fighting and yelling then I heard clicks of handcuffs. I opened the door and saw police me escorting Michael's dad out the front door. I walked down the stairs with Michael's body in my arms. They noticed me and rushed over and took Michael out of my arms. They placed him on a stretcher and rolled the stretcher into the ambulance. I climbed into my car and followed the ambulance to the hospital. I pulled into a parking spot and ran out of my car, slamming the door and locking the car. I ran into the hospital and saw a trail of blood and I knew it was Michael's. I followed it to a surgery room. One of the nurses snuck me into the small room nurses sit in to watch the surgery's. But right now it was empty. I saw Michael. He had a breathing mask on and was mostly covered by plastic. The doctors had his stomach open and it looked like they were draining blood from one of his organs. I collapsed on the floor sobbing. The nurse that snuck me in pulled me into a hug and patted my head. After a while I stopped sobbing, for now. The pretty nurse told me exactly what's wrong with Michael.

"He has 4 broken ribs, internal bleeding, a dislocated shoulder, his anus has a large tear and many other smaller problems." The nurse finished and I nodded spacing out. The nurse patted my shoulder before leaving me alone on the tiny room. I curled into a ball and sobbed some more. I was brought out of my thoughts when the door opened. I looked over to see a tall boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He had a masculine build. He was dressed in teal nurse scrubs. He looked too young to be a nurse.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know someone was in here." He gave me a smirk and a bit of mischievous shone in his eyes. In his hand was a neon green and black lunch box. Oh I guess he's on dinner break or something. I thought to myself.

"O-oh it's okay Im just here for my f-friend." Just the thought of his lifeless body on that bed covered in blood made me start sobbing again.

"Ooh um are you okay?" He came over and pulled me into his lap. I shook my head no and he started to rock me. "What's your name?" I look up into his green eyes and I felt like I knew him.

"Sariha. Sariha Stone." He sat for a second and then his face went pale.

"Sariha. It's me, Nicco."

Okay guys this took so long because My Grandpa just died and I fell into a deep hole of depression. it has never been this bad before and I had to push myself so hard to do anything, including writing my story's. Im still in this depression but I have been getting better little by little. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Love ya bye! AND HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!