𝕴𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖇𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 | Gumlee

- Chapter 1 -

Song: Class fight - Melanie Martinez
TRIGGER WARNING: Contains mentions of abuse, blood, and harsh language
(Authors note: Ive made a playlist on spotify and it will have all of the songs on it. Heres the link https://open.spotify.com/user/vz3agaavcru0v6k3otfer1mcg/playlist/42qmrLoxTsDdYGBOtckhaj?si=Mg8H-s5HSIWzr22b5DPfLw )

Gumball's P.O.V
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Where am I? Where's Fionna? Where's Cake? "Fionna? Cake?..... Anyone?" No response. I was in a strange room. The walls decorated with beautiful painted red roses, the midnight black silky bed sheets sparkling in the light of the full moon. I pulled the covers off of me and swung my legs to the floor, the soft carpet welcoming my feet. I stood from the bed and walked away from the bed and stopped when I heard the faint sound of foot steps approaching the door. My stomach dropped. Fearing for my own safety I ran back to the bed, letting the silky sheets that were once warm, consume me. I threw the covers over my head and tried my best not to breathe so loud. The sound of doors being slammed open rang my ears. "Where are you, you little shit!" A husky and rough voice said. "Oh Bubba where are you!" The voice screamed. It was the man I always feared. The man who had left me and my mother years ago. The man who abused me and my mother. The man who always reeked of alcohol and women perfume. The man I've always hated. My father was the demon I feared most. My body sank more into the bedding when I heared him walk closer and closer to the bed. Salty tears streamed from my eyes, my breathe hitching at the thought that his could possibly be the last face I see. My thoughts were interrupted by the pulling of the sheets, the cold, crisp, winter air hitting my, now exposed, face as he stared at me,  with bad intentions running through his twisted and sick head. "Bubba. I've waited my whole life for this day to come! The day I would finally kill off the mistake I consider a son." He said as he grabbed my fragile wrists, he has always been stronger than me. Anyone and everyone has always been stronger than me. I tremble under his firm grasp, with tears streaming down my delicate and pale skin. "You have always been like this. A pathetic, weak, crybaby. I don't see why you're mother ever cared about you. The day you were born I knew you would never be the son I wanted you to be. You are the reason for everything wrong in my life! You're the reason my marriage is ruined! YOU ARE THE FUCKING REASON MY NAME IS RUINED! WHENEVER PEOPLE THINK OF ME THEY ALWAYS SEE YOU, THEY SEE ME AS THE MAN WHO HAS A PATHETIC TWINK FOR A SON!" He scream. His words, his voice. It was all running through my head. Mistake. Twink. Pathetic. Was he right? Did I really ruin everything for him? Was I really these weak? No. I pushed away the voices screaming inside of my head, As soon as I snapped back into reality I made a brave decision I may regret, but I didn't care. One second later my teeth sunk into his forearm, drawing blood. "Shit!" The older man took a moment, letting go of my wrists, and fell to floor clutching his arm. Run. Run. Move. Go! Faster! These words echoed throughout my head while I was sprinting for the doors. I ran out side of the room and all I see are endless hallways dimly lit with only candles. "I see how you want to play this. If you want to play hide and seek then fuck it. Ready or not here I come!" My father screamed running after me. I turned left, then right, then right again. Going up and down stairs, running down unknown hallways. I feel dizzy and nauseous, I've been running for atleast 15 minutes. I couldn't hear the sound of shoes clacking against hardwood floors anymore, I'm sure I lost him. I leaned against the walls of the huge mansion, inhaling deeply only made my breathing more unsteady. My eyelids felt heavy, being weighed down with the memory of what happened earlier. Trapped in thought I didn't notice the sound of shoes hitting hardwood, Soon I was hit across the face. "You will ALWAYS be a mistake and no one will ever love you!" The harsh words spilling out of his mouth like water spills out of a sink faucet. I laid there defenseless and scared, wondering what he may do next.

"Bubba?" A femal voice called my name. "Bubba!"

He was right above me, holding a bat. He swung and I looked at him in fear right before it had-