𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~Gøòdbÿê fõręvēr Pt.1~

*A few days later*
C O O P E R

I woke up on Friday morning, I've been staying at the hideout for the past three days, I've gone to school a few times, mainly for art and music, and to see if the teacher had worked out the anagram.

I got dressed for school, I planned on going for art, then getting drunk so I can forget today... the day I lost Jax and Dad...

I hate today...

I grabbed my school bag, putting on my music as I starting to walk to school. I ignored those who looked at me, some made a few comments about the cigarette, the clothes, the hair, excederá. I just tried to ignore it.

Usually, I'd let it slide, I wouldn't let it affect me, but today... today was different... I was far more emotional than usual, I constantly felt like crying, like curling up into a ball and hiding away from the world.

I wanted to scream, to scream until my voice was gone. I wanted to cry and cry until I had run dry of tears, I just wanted to curl up into a ball, hide in a hole and let the world fade away around me.

I hated today...

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I made my way to my third class. Maths, I hated this class. I walked in, taking my seat at the back. The downside, Damian, Felicity, Amy, Ashton, Zeke and Xavier were in this class, making it literal hell for me.

The teacher walked in, starting his lesson but I didn't pay attention, no, my mind drifted to other things.

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"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear mommy!! Happy birthday to you!!" Jax and I sang to mom, she gave us a big smile as she pulled us into a hug, kissing our foreheads. "Thank you boys so much!!"

"It's nothing, it's your birthday anyway mommy," Jax started. "And we wanted to make it special for you!" I finished, mom smiled again as she turned to the cake Jax and I had made. For four year olds, we had done damn well, with a bit of dad's help too.

Dad was standing with the camera, filming what mischief we were about to cause. "Thank you boys so much, this means a lot that you both baked me a cake. Thank you so mu-" Mom was cut off as Jax and I slammed her face into the cake.

We started giggling as mom lifted her head up, her face covered in chocolate and vanilla. "Boys!!" Mom shouted, pulling us both into a hug. Jax and I squealed as mom rubbed cake on our faces and even our hair.

She finally let out go, cake covering all three of us. "Thank you boys." Mom said with a chuckle. Jax and I smiled, giving mom another hug. "Happy birthday mommy."

~~

"Cooper!!" The teacher shouted, catching my attention. The whole class was looking at me as the teacher glared at me from the front of the class. "What." I said, the teacher just continued to glare at me. "I would prefer it if you didn't dose off in my class, Cooper-"

"Oh but I wasn't dosing, I was daydreaming." I said with a cheeky smile, the teacher wasn't fooled. "That doesn't matter, do not fall asleep in my class!!"

"I never did, like I said, I was daydreaming, that's not sleeping. So you can't be mad at me for 'sleeping in your class'" I said with air quotations. The teacher slammed his hands on the desk. "Enough Mister Bryan!! I expect you to pay attention in class, not daydream!! Now why do you think it's okay to talk back to me?!"

A smirk grew over my face, I felt awfully cocky right now... "Well, my poppa told me that you have to stick up for yourself! And, my poppa was old, which makes him wise!" I said like a child, a boyish grin crossing over my face as the teacher started fuming.

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT COOPER!!! YOU EITHER BEHAVE IN MY CLASS OR YOU GET YOUR SORRY BEHIND OUT OF HERE!!" Ooh... now I'm pissed.

My boyish grin disappeared as a scowl settled on my face. I stood up slowly, kicking my chair out of the way as I walked towards the front of the class. "The truth... my poppa didn't tell me shit, my poppa is dead. The truth? The truth is I talk back to you cause I don't give a fuck!! I don't care what happens, I don't care if I get kicked out of school cause you know what? Fuck what you think. Fuck what anyone thinks, while I'm me, I'll do whatever the fuck I do!! Whether it's drugs, alcohol, smoking, drag racing, sex, I don't fucking care! I'm only going to live once right? So fuck it!! I'll have some fun while I'm here!! And when I'm done, I'll greet Satan with a cigarette between my lips and an AR 15 in my hand. So sir, as I said before, fuck what you think. I'm only going to live once, better make the most of it!"

Right as I finished, the bell rang. I grabbed my bag, turning back to the teacher with a salute. "See you later fucker!!" I shouted before leaving the class. I felt tears welling in my eyes, all I wanted was to go home.

I walked out of the school, but before I could get far, I was shoved to the ground. My face hit the concrete hard, I felt my lip split from the contact.

I wasn't given a second before something grabbed my hair, lifting my head up and slamming it against the concrete again. I let out a groan, feeling my eyes basically swirling in my head.

A hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me up off of the ground. My eyes met Zeke's, a smug grin on his face as his grip on my neck tightened, slowly cutting off my air supply.

"Poor little Cooper, I think we should give you an apology..." Before I could register what was happening, I was thrown to the ground again.

Kick after kick, punch after punch. They attacked me relentlessly and without mercy, using all of their strength and force to make sure they hurt me.

Kicks to the face, chest, back, crotch, legs: anywhere and everywhere. They attacked me, laughing as I coughed up blood, tears spilling from my eyes.

They finally stopped, laughing as I lay pitifully on the ground. "I'm so sorry Cooper... that was mean..." Zeke said as he squatted down in front of me, I looked him in the eyes, my Adam's apple bobbing as I swallowed a breath.

"I should have just put you out of your misery hey? No one wants you here Cooper, you're pathetic, useless, worthless, a no good waste of space. No one likes you, no one loves you. You're the reason your dear daddy and brother are dead, all because of your stupid temper tantrum, it's all your fault they are dead. Why don't you just join them?" Zeke said, kicking me in the face one last time before leaving.

Xavier was the only one left, he lifted my up by the colar of my shirt, sitting me against the tree as he crouched down in front of me. "So pathetic... why did you have to come into my family? We don't want you here. You don't deserve to be a Hartley. None of us care about you, you're just annoying to Harrison, Carlos and James only feel pity for you... Blake doesn't care about you, he's just faking... and your mom? She hates you. She's sick of having you here, she wishes your brother was here instead of you. Just kill yourself Cooper, we don't want you here anymore."

Xavier left, leaving me leaning against the tree as his words drowned out my thoughts. Tears fell from my eyes as blood dropped from the numerous cuts on my body.

Once I mustered enough energy, I stood up, leaving my bag where it was as I made my way home.

I'm done with this bullshit...