Herosteve Oneshots

Highschool AU: Part 2

Warning:Abuse. Don't read if you don't want to.
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Steve's P.O.V.~
We arrived at whoever's house we were going to. I had no idea who we were visiting so I thought I would be bored the entire time, but my parents said they had a son who is the same age as me that I could hang out with.
  Almost every time I was dragged to one of my parent's friend's houses, if they had a kid, the kid would usually not want to talk to me whatsoever. The only time that didn't happen was when the kid was really little and just bounced around me talking and asking questions. It was incredibly annoying. I thought that the boy I was going to meet was going to be like he others, saying 'Hi' then going back to whatever he was doing. But not everybody's like that, so I thought I'd give him a chance.
My mother rang the doorbell and only a few seconds later, a nice-looking woman opened the door for us, with who I assumed was her husband standing behind her. They welcomed us in, closing the door behind us. I noticed a figure walking down a hallway towards us. I recognized him immediately as Herobrine, the guy who got in trouble all the time. I was an office assistant and regularly got picked to take things to teachers, so I saw him walking down the hallway to the V.P.O. quite often.
I was expecting him to make some sort of remark or at least say 'Hi' in an annoyed tone, but instead he smiled at us and waved.
"Hello," he said, sounding weirdly happy. He stopped waving, but continued to smile. I was so confused. Why was he acting so differently?
I turned my attention away from Herobrine and back to the woman and her husband as they greeted my parents.
"Hello. You must be Steve. My name is Carol, this is my husband, John, and this is my son, Herobrine," the woman, whose name is supposedly Carol, said in a tone that, like Herobrine's, was a bit too happy.
"Why don't you and Steve go hang out in your room until dinner's ready; get to know each other." Herobrine's dad placed a hand on his shoulder, making him flinch. Herobrine nodded and led me to his room.
I was a bit surprised when I looked around. His room barely had anything in it. Just a bed with plain blue sheets, a dresser, and a closet. There was nothing on the dresser and the walls were empty. I expected there to be posters of things he liked on the wall, items on his dresser. Instead, he didn't even have a desk. I looked into the closet, the door already being open, to see that it also didn't have much in it. There was only clothes. And not all that many. Probably only three different shirts and pants.
"What do you want to talk about?" Herobrine asked, staring at me.
I looked down and thought for a moment. But I wasn't thinking about what to talk about. I was thinking about how cute he was. He had mud brown hair with skin a slightly lighter color than mine. He was about an inch and a half shorter than me. He had the most beautiful eyes, a glowing white. I looked back up at him and replied with, "I don't know."
"You're in my math class, right? Fourth period?" He asked.
'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! He remembered me! Oh! My! God!', I thought. "Um, yeah. I am."
"Boys! Dinner is ready!" We heard his dad call to us from down the hall.
"Coming, Father!", Herobrine called back.
We walked to the kitchen and sat down at the table, starting to eat the spaghetti that was being served. I saw Herobrine's parents chatting all too happily with my parents. I looked over at Herobrine to find out if he noticed it, too. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to the people around him. He was just eating his food like he hadn't been given a proper meal in weeks.
I was starting to get suspicious that something else was going on in Herobrine's family. First, the school bad boy is acting nice, then I found out there is almost nothing in his room. His parents are acting way too nice all the time and Herobrine is eating like he was being starved.

We finished dinner, said our goodbyes, and left.
"They seem really nice, don't they?", my dad asked me once we got into our car.
"Yeah,they do," I lied, not telling either of my parents of my suspicions.

Herobrine's P.O.V.~
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TALK TO STEVE AT ALL DURING DINNER?!", my mother yelled at me, furious that I didn't do what she wanted.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" I begged for them not to hurt me as I backed against a wall. Of course, they didn't listen. My father ripped off my shirt and took off his belt. My eyes widened as he pinned me to the floor, a foot on my back, and started slashing me with the belt. I cried out in pain as the leather whipped across my back, splitting the skin open a bit. He did it again and again and again for a total of 25 times until he finally let me go.
I wobbled my way to the bathroom where the bandages were and wrapped some around me. The bandages covered me from my upper to lower back. I noticed the bandages slowly turning red and sighed.
'The bleeding will stop soon enough,' I thought. I walked into my room and crawled onto my bed, curling into a ball. I then proceeded to cry myself to sleep, as I do every night.
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There's going to be more to this. I don't know how much more, I'm just coming up with stuff as I go.