A/N
I know this is the first chapter, I'm so sorry about this. But elements of this chapter contain language and some elements of it may be triggering.
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Axel's (POV)
"Momma! Momma! look what I can do" I shouted to my mom while doing a handstand the best I could before losing my balance.
"Wow! You think you can do that again kiddo?" she says while pulling out her camera. Giggling I do it again, holding it for as long as I can before my little arms begin to shake.
We were at the park, right around the corner from my house. It was my fourth birthday and everyone in my class came to sing happy birthday to me, but I didn't really care about them. Just as long as mommy gave me the special cake she promised, if I was a good boy. (which I totally was by the way). My 'special cake' wasn't the vanilla birthday cake that was bought from the store, that was for the people who came for my party. My cake was the one momma made, specially for me. It was an ice cream cake, with whipped cream on top, along with my name spelled with sprinkles.
" Momma? Can I get my special cake now?" Her eyes widened while she slapped her forehead. "Oh dear, I forgot it at home. I'll be right back, my little chunky monkey."
"Moooom! Not so loud my friends will hear you!" Laughing loudly she takes my face into her hands. "Alright, Alright. By sweetie, soon be back" kissing me on my forehead she makes her way out of the park and onto the main road. Our house isn't far so she walks.
SCREEEEEEECH.
"MOOOOMMMAAA!"
SLAP!
I wake with a jolt when my father's hand comes into contact with my face. "Wake up and shut up." Fear immediately seeps into my bones with the sound of his deep growling voice. Curling into myself I try to silence my sobs. I miss her, I miss her so much. I want to hear her call my her Chunky Monkey, I want her to hold my face, kiss my forehead. I want to tell her how much I miss her.
Its been thirteen years since my mother died in the accident and a lot has changed. My father no longer treats my like a son and he hits me whenever I disobey him. Getting up I gaze at what's supposed to be my room. The small storage space is cramped to point where I can't stand up straight because of the roof, I have one small widow which is blocked by the trees outside. the once vibrant blue paint is now dull and peeling. Sighing I get up off of the storage boxed, which I call a bed. My back would be sore if I hadn't been using it for as long as I had. After my mom died, my father threw away all her stuff along with mine. He said that I didn't deserve any of it since the accident was my fault. For the first two years I would cry everyday. After that, the beatings came, the restrictions came, the darkness came. Every time I messed up or cried, I got the minimum of five beatings, no less.
I carry the only other clothes that I have, which consists of an old oversized t-shirt and black jeans that have gotten way too tight for me, to the back porch. The man who helped birthed me bought me this one pair of jeans when I had first gone through puberty and got too tall for my other pair, but he refuses to buy me anything else so he gave me one of his old shirts. Since I'm not allowed to use the inside bathroom I have to bathe outside. I don't understand why but I do it nonetheless to avoid getting in trouble. I turn on the hose and have my 'shower'. Overtime I take a shower I'm grateful for the trees that surround the house.
"Axel!" I hear my father call from inside.
"Coming Sir!" Quickly I dry myself and put on my clothes rushing in to the kitchen to find him on his usual chair at the breakfast table.
"Where is my breakfast? What did I tell you!" flinching at his tone I reply in a timid voice,
"I'm sorry I will make it now sir." keeping my head bowed is a way I learned to avoid beatings. "Do this again and I'll make you pay."
"Yes sir." I respond quickly. He gets up and goes into his room. I make his breakfast and place it on the table, then get my stuff from my room and head out for school. My stomach growled as I paced the bakery on my way, I can't remember the last time I had a good meal. He feeds me to keep me alive, but that's all I get. Shaking my head I continue walking until I get to school.
I would be grateful to get away from home, but school isn't much better either. I'm constantly the centre of attention and I hate it. Taking a deep breath I enter the double doors and immediately make my way to my locker.
"Hey faggot!" shouts someone to my left. When I look I'm shoved into the lockers on my right, causing me to lose my footing and fall. Suddenly it's eerily quiet as everyone stares at me, but then the hall starts roaring with laughter. Keeping my head down I quickly gather my belongings and continue my path to next lesson.
I don't even know why they call me that. I'm not gay.
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A/N
I know I know. I'm sorry. that was kinda depressing for a first chapter. It gets better though I promise. ALSO this story isn't going to be as long as (WTBBH) and its definitely going to be finished quicker. :)
Poor Baby Axel tho. He's such a cutie pie but he's got a hard life. JUST HANG IN THERE bii
Love you guys,
XxxAngel
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RomanceA broken boy. That is what he is. Broken. Everything was great for Axel Quill until his mother's death. Now abused by a dad who thinks it's his fault, and bullied terribly at School, Axel doesn't have the strength to keep himself together anymore...
