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

Chapter 3

Quick update before the chapter begins. I never thought anyone would like my story but I have been getting a lot of comments saying to update! It really inspires me to keep going. I will try and update more but my computer isn't working very well so I'm writing this chapter on my phone. Expect a lot of mistakes. I love you and enjoy the chapter!

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Parker's POV

I woke up covered in sweat and my breathing was fast. You would think I was use to the nightmares by now but apparently not.

I rolled out of bed and changed into a long sleeve, gray T-shirt and blue pajama shorts. It was Saturday finally! Mitch would be out with his friends all day and my dad spent his Saturdays at a bar getting drunk so I have the house to myself.

I quickly ran downstairs to the kitchen and started to make myself a small breakfast. Cooking was something my mother loved doing and she taught me. I was better at baking. 

As I got a pan to make eggs I almost dropped it when I heard familiar yelling downstairs. My brother and his friends were home. Oh-no! What am I going to do? I quickly put away my breakfast ingredients and grabbed an apple. As I was running up the stairs I looked back to  see Jason, Quentin, and Adam coming up the stairs from the basement. 

They looked up and smirks form on their ugly, pathetic faces as they start to chase me. I ran up the stairs and to the nearest door which was the guest bedroom. I quickly locked the door and sat at the edge of the bed. The boys fist pounded against the door as they called me horrible names. I crawled up to the pillows and brought my knees to my chest. That's when I started to cry. Scratch that, sob. I eventually stopped letting sleep take me.

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When I wake up I looked around my surrounding. I remember why I was in the guestroom. I slowly sit up and see the tear stains on the white pillow. I stand up checking my appearance in the mirror. I looked horrible. My face was red and puffy. I had dents on my face from my bracelets on my hand and my hair was sticking up in random places and was stuck to my face.

I head to my bedroom not caring if anyone sees me. I needed to cut. It was my release. How I coped with life. As I opened the door to my bathroom I backed away in fear. Jerome was standing there holding one of my my razor blades.

When he finally saw me he looked like he tried to say something but it didn't come out. My eyes went wide. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. I must have dropped a blade last night on the floor.

He stared at me for awhile before he said something.

"Why?" he questioned.

He looked at me and there were tears coming from his eyes. We both knew the answer to that question so it seemed stupid for him to be asking it.

"I think we all know the answer to that," I remarked.

It came out meaner then I meant it to. I was crying. My eyes stung and I probably looked even worse.

"I'm so sorry. I should have stopped them. I can't believe it went that far. I'm sorry."

I didn't know whether to forgive him or not. He never did anything to me but he didn't stop the others. I was cut off from my thoughts by Jerome's lips on mine.

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Thank you for reading! I'll try and update once more tonight! We'll see though. Have a great day!