ENDLESS

chapter 2

Max Williams P.O.V

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I groan, opening my sore tired eyes and hating the loud screeching of my broken down alarm clock, I turn it off before it gives me even more of a headache. I sigh, trying to find the courage to get out of bed.Not wanting to get ready and face hell itself, the reason for my troubles and depression, high school.

High school is filled to the brim with horny, slutty girls that will do anything just to get a taste of you then use you and throw you away once they're bored. Of course not everyone is like that and not everyone is at fault for that-just-most are. The popular girls aren't the only things you have to worry about, you need to also look out for the jocks, drama kids,luckily there is one ranking you don't need to be too afraid of, only a little and that is, losers. Losers, such as myself, are at the bottom or the food chain, the candy on Halloween no one wants, the kids that only get valentines stuff from their teachers and if they're lucky a girl or guy that was dared to be nice to them.yeah, im one of those kids and i could care less of what people think or say.

Dreading the day that lays ahead I reluctantly get out of bed, grabbing a towel off my floor and going into the semi dusty bathroom for my morning shower. I turn the rusted handle of the shower and watch as the water rushes down from above, sighing heavily at the fact that yet again there is no hot water I strip down to my "birthday suit" and jump right in. shivering made me determined to scrub myself clean very quickly before I freeze to death. Once done I got out, turned the water off and dried off, blow drying my hair before I found clothing for the day. As i turned off the dryer i heard thumps and some thuds from down the hall, most likely my dad waking up- wonder when he got home- anyways Im gonna be late to the bus if i don't hurry.I thought to myself as i quickly slipped on a pair of tight gay boxers, black ripped jeans and a blue hoodie that has a few stains on it along with my still(slightly now) wet shoes.grabbing my schoolbag that looks like its been threw hell and back i snuck downstairs. When i got to the door i reached for the handle but i heard a grunt from being me causing me to freeze.

"Shit..." i mumbled to myself as i turned to face the beast i call a dad, he looks hung over. His beard hasn't been shaved in weeks and he smells of alcohol,sweat and perfume, most likely from some girl he picked up last night, is brown hair is a mess considering my dirty blond hair is naturally curly and looks like"i just had sex last night" look, which for one is a good look to have so people dont mess with you much-well-has much.Anyways that's not the point, watching my dad carefully.

"What do you think you're doing?"he grunted out, his alcohol smelling breath wafting in my face, causing my nose to scrunch up, holding back a groan of disgust as I replied to his question.

"To school, where else?"i say calmly, he rolls his eyes and gives me a deadly stare.

"Was that back talk I heard in your voice bastard"he grumbles out as I shake my head no.

His stare only getting harsher, before I could even stick up to him I felt something collide to my face. Startling me for only a moment- just a moment- no more or less. I hole my known red swelling cheek as I once again meet eye contact.he only grins at me, proud over the bruise that is forming on my face, his smile soon fades when he sees my face. You can say over the years since my mother passed away I have gained the ability to hide my emotions, it's not a good thing in a situation such as this one. Hating my expression he begins to beat me, causing me to curl up in a ball. He kneed me in the stomach. Making me gasp for air and fall to my knees on the floor.. coughing harshly I look up at my dad,glaring slightly with fear in my eyes. He only smirks and begins kicking me, none stop. With one final hard kick to my head everything went dark, I only felt being dragged out until everything went silent.