The Eyes Of The Devil [BxB] EDITING

Chapter One

⚠️TW! This book will include themes such as homophobia, abuse, sexual assault and forms of self harm. Please know there is always a different option to s/h and know you are loved and there is always other options. I also do not in no way mean to romanticise any of these subjects as i have too dealt with a lot of them before either first hand or through others.⚠️

((A/N I know it feels very stereotypical in the first few chapters but I swear it stops - i wrote this when i was 13 in 2018 so pls dont judge too hard lmaoo))

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Oscars POV

"Watch it, freak!"

I sigh and keep my head down, uninterested to know if the voice was aimed at me or not.

I shove my hands further into my pockets as I keep walking, a gentle thrum of anxiety creeping up my body the more steps I take. My nose scrunches as I feel a soft breeze around me, that along with the greying sky now a clear reminder of how enjoyable summer is over.

Of course it's miserable the first day back to school.

The feeling of dread seeps into my bones as I look up and stare at the sign plastered on the large building ahead. Westwood high school is written in bold across, freshly painted and looking as welcoming as ever, as though every student attending doesn't refer to the place as hell.

I cautiously walk through the heavy doors, not prepared to be overwhelmed by the large amount of students gathered in the halls.

"Well if it isn't little Oscar Harris" I smile at Mrs Parker, the office lady, grateful of her warm welcoming.

"Are you back for good this time?" I hesitantly nod as she hands me my timetable, a soft smile never leaving her face. I briefly glance over it as I make my way up the stairs towards one of the English classrooms.

The school hasn't changed much. The same posters and work boards hang on the walls like I was never really away.

God do I wish that was true.

I had left school around 6 weeks before summer break because of my father and his... his illness.

But it's fine! I've made it to my senior year, just one more year to go before i'm free from this place. I smile as I see a familiar overly decorated classroom door and take a deep breath before knocking. "Come in!" I step in only to be greeted by a warm smile from my cousin Lizzie, who just so happens to be Miss Perry the english teacher.

"Oh my god, Oscar!" She practically dives across the room to embrace me in a hug. My body stiffens, but I push down the overwhelmed feeling and gently squeeze her. I smile softly as she rocks us side to side. I've missed her so much. She's the only person aside from my uncle Andrew who knows about my home uh- situation.

"I missed you so much! Are you ok? Shit, sorry I didn't bring you lunch, I didn't know you was coming back today! Let me grab my keys and I can go out and get you something." I shake quickly shake my head. "I don't need one, t-thank you. I'm just g-glad to be o-out of the house."

Her face falls slightly, so I quickly smile back, not wanting the sympathetic look to last any longer. "Seriously, do you need anything? If it's getting bad again we could always go visit my parents, I could apply for sick leave and-"

"Im f-fine, I promise." She stares at me for a second, the silence thick between us before she sighs and nods, a small smile fluttering onto her face. "Well I missed you, loser. You should come over soon, I can make you my lasagna which I know you love." I hum and take a step back.