"Baby boy we are both lost causes, you can't break what's already destroyed."
In which two polar opposite yet broken boys meet at a beat down hotel, forming a confusing yet infatuating bond in the process
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"To have felt too much is to end in Feeling nothing."- Dorothy Thompson
Mattias pov I winced in pain rolling over on my back. I sighed knowing i would have to go through another day. I had enough, I wanted out. I dragged myself out of bed heading to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see my eyes swollen and completely black and blue. My lip also hurt like hell. I grimaced at the large cut that ran along my cheek. Running my hands through my hair, I stood still thinking of ways I could leave.
Who am I kidding, I can't leave. Just the mere thought of the consequences I'd have to made me want to disappear and never come back. That doesn't sound too bad. I walked to my dresser slowly putting on a plain black T-shirt and sweats. The slightest movement caused excruciating pain. My whole body ached from yesterday's beating.
I prepared myself for all the horrid and hurtful words that would be sent my way when I went downstairs to face my parents. I had taught myself to become numb to all of it. That way the pain hurt a little less.
"For fuck sake you're finally awake." My father said looking up at me from the kitchen counter. I kept my head down, not daring to look him in the eyes.
"Look at your father you piece of shit." My mother spoke slamming her hand against the table beside him. I forced myself to look up as I heard my father laughing. He brought his coffee cup up to his lips, staring at me coldly.
"I didn't raise a lazy son so tell my why you don't do shit." He asked tauntingly with a smirk evident on his face, along with my mother. I took a deep inhale, forcing myself not to lash out. He knew damn well I wasn't lazy. I had two part time jobs just to buy my own stuff along with attending school.
"Speak up!" He yelled. I still didn't say anything as they both waited for some sort of response to fill their own entertainment.
"I don't know." I finally said, not show any sort of emotion or expression. I decided it would be better to take the easy route and not disagree with him because the memory of what happened last time I did that was still fresh in my mind.
"Fucking weak." He muttered with hatred clear in his voice.
I reluctantly walked over to the fridge, trying my best to ignore the stares I was getting from my parents. I grabbed a muffin, turning back to my room. I could feel them still staring at me as I quickly left.
Once I got to my room I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I was relieved they didn't hit me and I left me without any more bruises. They must've thought I was already battered enough with all the marks already on my face. Funny.
I grabbed my phone, without thinking I searched up cheapest hotels around here. A certain one caught my eye, heartbreak hotel. The unusual name intriguiged me along with the low cost a night. Twenty dollars a night. I stared at the address, only an hour away. I threw my phone across my bed, staring at the ceiling. I fidgeted with my fingers, racking up the pros and cons of leaving this shit hole.
I needed to leave before I'm possibly beaten to death. Not that anyone would care. Maybe it would be better that way.
"Fuck." I scolded myself, disregarding the thought. As much as the thought crossed my mind, I was too scared to follow through with it. Possibly one day I wouldn't be so weak and just do it myself. End the pain.
I reached for my phone and without thinking I dialed the number of the hotel. On the third ring a voice connected.
"Heartbreak hotel speaking, how may I help you." A soft and unenthusiastic males voice spoke.
"I'd like to book a room for two weeks please." I spoke in a hushed tone that came out raspy.
"Of course, how many beds would you like in your room?" The boy asked with faint typing sounds in the background.
"One, thank you." I shut my eyes.
"Sure thing, thank you for calling Heartbreak hotel." The line hung up. I opened my eyes letting my phone fall from my hands.
I was finally leaving.
I'm so bad at updating I'm sorry🤧 the characters growth is going to be immaculate js. I hope you all had a good day, I feel like I don't say that enough but I truly love you guys so much
