Hearts (Jahvie Fanfic)

Ch 8: At The End Of The Day...

Happy Easter! Have fun color eggs and eating excessive amounts of chocolate!

Peace <3

Dahvie's POV,

Once we finished eating, Kerry and Andrew took our dishes to the kitchen, leaving Haley, Master Jayy, and I alone.

As soon as the door closed, Haley yawned.

"Tired?" Master Jayy asked.

While yawning again, she shook her head. Master smiled warmly at that.

"Do you wanna go on that walk than?" He asked.

He seemed so nice to her. It was strange the way he could be so cruel and angry earlier, and now be so loving.

"Sure."

They got up from the bed. Master Jayy got his cigarettes and lighter and wallet. He opened his top nightstand drawer and took out a small gun. Neither of them seemed fazed by it, so I pretended to not care.

"We'll be back in a few hours or so, Dahvie. Stay in here until I get back." Master said in a stern, yet almost kind way.

I nodded and they left, closing the door behind them. I laid down and looked at the ceiling.

Damn. Today was rough. Why did Master Jayy act like that when he saw my cuts? At first he seemed scared and sad. But then he just seemed angry at me. He went from panicked to stern just like that.

I held a pillow to my face and curled into a ball on my side.

I just don't understand.

But at least now I know why he really took me. What his true intentions are. The thought of what he would do to me made me feel sick and scared. I bet he would've done it right then and there if Haley wasn't with him.

I feel like anything I do will just make the pain worse. I don't want to do anything with him....but I'm so scared of disobeying him.

My mom told me when I was little that because I was a neko people would 'want to hurt me and do bad things to me', as she put it. I was never allowed to go anywhere after school, I couldn't ride the bus or walk, I could never go to a friend's house, nothing.

Then I came out and started dressing how I do now. After that, my parents couldn't care less about what happened to me. Hell, they were the cause of most of my pain. Sure, the bullying was horrible. But at least some kids could escape that once they were home.

I don't know how I feel about that word. Home. I mean, I lived in that house almost my whole life. But once everything happened, it stopped being a home. It felt like a prison.

I didn't cut a whole lot. Mostly I would just reopen cuts my dad made on me. My skin is ruined because of it.

I always think about how these scars will probably be with me until I die. I can't picture myself old when I die. I think I would've been killed by my parents, or killed myself before then. I guess that's kinda fucked up to think. But it's true.

Should I call this place home? It's better than my parent's house I guess, but here I'm just a pet. A toy.

Then again, at 'home' I'm just a piece of trash.

I guess I don't really have a home then. All of this feels so temporary. Not just my parent's house, or here, but everything. Everything feels like it will break at any second. Like a small child, playing with his mother's vase.

I feel like one day, I'll leave this place. I'll move to another state. Or even another country. And everything will be okay after that. Like the ending of a fairy tale.