40 Days

Chapter 1

If you read the description of the book you know it contains sensitive content so please beware of that before you continue reading.

Gavin
Today is the day I have been dreading all year. My birthday.

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror as I heard a loud pounding noise coming from down the hallway. The sound is becoming more aggressive when I heard a dreadful scream. I felt the tears pooling in my eyes; I couldn't hold them in anymore. I slumped to the floor curling myself into the fetal position sobbing into my hoodie. The bathroom door slammed into me lying on the floor. My father snarled at me "Get your fag ass up boy" I didn't move. A foot slammed into my ribs and I screamed.

A hand touched my shoulder, pulling me out of that nightmare. "The bell rang. It is time to leave." As I looked up there was a boy I didn't recognize. He had beautiful caramel eyes that looked like a pool of honey. I felt my face heat up when I realized I had been staring for too long because I started to count his freckles. "Hey man, you alright?"

Alright? Why would he care? No one ever does. I am all alone. When I didn't answer he just nodded and walked away. I grabbed my book bag and slung it over my shoulder, mumbling under my breath, "One more day down, 40 more to go." I was counting down the days until it was over.

I stepped out of the building and inhaled the fresh air as the autumn breeze hit my face. I pulled my hood over my head but once I did that I was slammed into the ground, splitting open my lip. Oh great, these assholes again.

"Hey isn't it dick lover." Jayson said as he towered over me. "I hear that it is your birthday. Is that right?" He cawed at me looking for an answer. "Don't want to answer ey? Well I am going to give you the best birthday beating you ever had."

I tried to stand and run away but I was pushed back down with a strong blast to the jaw, then a kick to the ribs. I was crying I couldn't do this my father just murdered the only person who cared about me. "Mom" I tried scream but there was a lump in my throat that couldn't move.

"Your mother was worthless. She treated you like you were a God and she never bothered to talk to me because she was too busy with you. My wife spent more time with you then her husband. How would that make you feel?" My heart was exploding in my chest. At any moment I swear it was going to burst open, I hoped it would. I managed to look up at my father as his foot connected with my face. I woke up hours later in a puddle of my own blood. What happened? I stood up and instantly fell back down. My vision blurred. As I gained back consciousness I steadied myself and walked out of the bathroom.

No one was home. I walked over to the fridge, opening it. My birthday cake. I smiled. I couldn't wait for mom to get home.

Wait... It's Saturday where is everyone? I slowly walked back down the hallway to their bedroom door. I slowly twisted the doorknob. I pushed open the door and my heart sank. "MOOOMMMMMM" I screamed then everything flashed back, I remembered everything from the previous hours.

"Tyler grab his arms and pull him up. I want to have some fun." He gave me a devilish smirk as I laid on the ground. Jayson had a knife. I felt the cool metal blade touch my skin as he applied pressure making me bleed. "Your mommy isn't here to save you Bishop, how does that make you feel freak?" My breath hitched at the mention of my mother. I felt the tears swelling in my eyes for the second time today. "Aw look at the cry baby."

I felt a sharp pain go through my body when Jayson punched me in the gut. He should just kill me now so I won't have to do it by myself. I reminded myself 40 days.

After 30 minutes of the same torture they put me through everyday, they were finally finished. I was in so much pain, I didn't think I could move until I saw headlights driving right at me. I got up and ran as fast as I could until I reached my safe place. No one knew about it. I found it the day after my mom's funeral.

I pulled out a cigarette as I took the first puff I instantly calmed. They may be cancer sticks but I didn't care. My life was hell and I couldn't wait to leave. I pulled up my sleeve looking at all the previous burn marks. I rolled the cigarette between my thumb and index finger slowly bringing it to my wrist hissing when I felt it burn, that pulled me into another world. It helped me forget.

I looked up when I felt eyes watching me. It was him, honey eyes. I could see the sympathy in his eyes but I shook it off. Looking back at the cigarette that was held to my wrist. I pulled it off and placed it in another spot.

"Gavin" I looked up as he eyed me up and down. How does he even know my name? "Look you don't have to talk but you can't be doing that. If you need someone talk to me."

Talk to him? About what how I was in the house when my father killed my mother? No. "Leave me the hell alone. No one cares about me, so don't even pretend." I huffed throwing the cigarette to the ground next to the pile of at least 20. I pushed past him making sure that I shoved him hard as I walked by. I threw my hood over my head and walked off into the darkness of the night.

"40 days."

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Hey. I am branching out on my writing. I know this was an intense first chapter but what do you guys think?