Jeremike And Yeah

.:Chapter 3- Fathers:.

Jeremy's POV

I blinked away the tears threatening to come, and looked up at my father. He had just slapped me, and I had no intentions of giving him what he wanted: for me to suffer.

I looked him in the eye.

"I-I was at work, and got lost on the way home." I said, feeling proud of myself for only stuttering once. He glared at me.

"Stupid fuck." My father slurred, then shoved me hard against the door. He walked back into the living room, and I dashed up the stairs to the bathroom.

I shut the door behind me quickly, and started to change out of my soaking wet clothes. I glanced in the mirror once I had taken off my shirt, and I cringed. Marks and cuts all over my chest, stomach, and arms.

I glanced at the sink, where my razor was. I slowly walked over and picked it up, turning it in my hand.

I don't need this, I thought to myself.

"I'm not weak." I whispered, and walked to the toilet. I looked down, and dropped the razor in.

"I...I'm strong." I said and flushed it.

I smiled little, finished getting undressed, then got in the shower.