Troyler: high school troubles

Chapter 13:him.

Tyler's POV:

I wake up to the door slamming. I'm still laying on my sofa. Moms been back already..

Shit.

I hear glass smashing. He's drunk. Like always. Then he walks into he stumbling round. I remember when I was just a child and he got 'drunk' he was just tipsy. I liked him like that. He was funny and giggly. This is fucking terrifying.
"TYLER GET MORE VODKA NOW!!" He shouts at me. His words are really slurred. Would he notice if I gave him water. That way he might sober up.
"Yes sir" I stutter out running to the kitchen.
I don't want mom to wake up. She hates him, she doesn't want anything to do with him. Once I'm in the kitchen I grab a glass and fill it up with water. I hear him starting to come near.
"TYLER WHERES MY DRINK" he practically screams.
I quickly hand him over the glass of water and he takes a large gulp of it, instantly dropping the glass. It smashing into a million pieces and I just watch it. He noticed. Of course he would, who did you think you could fool? No one tyler. You're just stupid. I hear the front door slamming again.. Mom left. She always does. She leaves me with him.
"YOU FUCKING FAG. WORTHLESS FAT BOY. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" he says louder than ever.
I start cowering. Who knows what's coming next. He slaps me hard around my face. I fall to the floor from surprise. I should of known what he was going to do. I fall onto the smashed glass. It hurts, but honestly I'm use to it. He always does this. He starts kicking me repeatedly in my stomachs until I'm coughing up blood. It hurts so much and I'm sobbing like a little baby.

Once he thinks I can't move he starts looking around. Either for alcohol or money. He's taken so much from us. We're hardly surviving ourselves. We don't need him leaching off of us. Either way I manage to stand up although the pain is almost unbearable. It's hard to walk but I stumble forward and kick him as hard as I can. He turns around and starts punching my face. I can feel more and more tears rolling down my face. I don't know if it's bleeding or not. Who gives a fuck anyways?
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR HOUSE" I suddenly shouting even surprising myself, of course I get slapped again.
"YOU THINK PEOPLE CARE ANOUT YOU TYLER DONT YOU? WELL YOU COULDNT BE MORE WRONG. EVERYONE HATES YOU. YOURE A FAG. WHO LOVES A LITTLE GAY BOY. NO FUCKING ONE. YOUVE GOT NO CHANCE WITH ANYONE. YOUR MOTHER DOESNT CARE. I MOST CERTAINLY DONT CARE. NONE OF YOUR FRIENDS CARE. NO ONE. YOUR WORTHLESS TYLER. DO YOU HEAR ME? FUCKING WORTHLESS YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT. YOU DONT DESERVE TO BE ALIVE." He shouts and then he picks up a bottle and smashes it on my head..

And that's the last i remember from that night.

I wake up the next morning in agonising pain. I'm on the kitchen floor surrounded by glass and blood. Everything starts coming back to me. He came back. The first time for a few months actually. I knew he was threatening to come but I didn't think he actually would. I stare up at the clock. 8o'clock. No point with school today. Mom would of stayed out all of last night and then gone straight to work.. Maybe he's right. Nobody does care. Do they? He right honestly.

Troye doesn't care.. He gave up.

I get up and instantly feel an even worse pain than before. I need to get this place cleaned up though and act like I'm fine.

Like always.

I'm actually ashamed that he's my father.

A/N

REALLY SHORT UPDATE IM SORRY BUT IT FELT BEST TO END IT HERE I ACTUALLY PROMISE THE NEXT UPDATE WILL BE DOUBLE THE SIZE OF THIS.

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