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×Early Morning Beatings

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

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Yes, on the outside Henry Bowers is loud, vial and all round a threat to those who get in his way but what most don't know, what most don't see is the hurt hidden behind his dulling eyes. Nobody sees the way he flinches away when an adult yells and no one sees the fear that paralyses his body each time his father is near.. of maybe they do and just don't care enough?

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Henry's pov

I jolt awake with a gasp. My chest is tight with bandages, hoping my ribs may heal from my last beating. Oscar keeps trying to "roughen me up" as he says, "making me more of a man" bull shit.

"Oh come on man! You're not even dressed yet!" Victor complains pulling my curtains open.

No matter what I say, Victor is my best friend.. even if I say he's not. I trust him with everything and that's why he's the only one I allow to come wake me up.

"Sorry.." I mutter, my head pouring as the sun light from outside floods my room.

"Ohh. Rough night?" Victor asks looking at my chest.

"Fucking kicked my chest so many times" I grumble getting out of bed.

"Well get dressed, we can annoy the losers if you're feeling up to it" Victor says and I shrug.

"Just leave Trashmouth alone, yeah.. his old man's rough too" I mumble grabbing some clean clothes and dressing in to them.

"M'kay, grab some food and meet us in the car!" Victor exclaims before closing the door.

Tsk.. fuck no. I'm not eating, I don't need food.

I grab a bit of gum and few on it to make it look like I've eaten before making my way out to the dumb trans AM.

"Morning moody" Patrick says as I sit in the car besides him.

"I'm not a morning person" I grumble resting my head on my hand and sighing.

"Awe, grumpy kitty" Patrick says ruffling my hair and I fumble letting him do it.

I've groan on Patrick.. Victor may be my best friend by Patrick, he's something entirely different. He's.. special.. yes I'm gay but will I ever tell a soul. Absolutely not! My dad already beats me because he thinks I am, what will he do when he knows I actually am.

Just the thought makes me shiver..

Soon enough we arrive at school and I grumble as they pull me from the vehicle.

"I don't wanna gooooo!" I whine as Patrick lifts me out and over his shoulder.

"Neither do we but if I fail this year, my heads gone" Patrick says and I whine as he continues to carry me in to school, students all around gawking at the sight.

"I wanna go homeee!" I whine kicking my legs and Victor clicks his tongue.

"Do you really?" He asks as Patrick places me down.

"No, I wanna go get drunk. Do some dumb shit and be found passed out behind some random building with my pants around my ankles and no memory of what I've done all day" I say with a shrug.

"Very specific.. now, would you're pants be around your ankles cuz you were pissing or fucking someone?" Patrick asks and I shrug.

"Could be both for all I know, no memory of the day remember" I say with a chuckle and he laughs too.

"C'mon then, let's get ready for maths!" Belch exclaims. The only lesson he likes, maths.. fucking hell to me really.

It's like being at home apart from that only lasts twenty minutes, I have to spend a whole hour in maths.

Trashmouth's in our maths, I'm good at maths just don't like the subject.

We arrive a little late but could I give two fucks, absolutely not.

"Glad you four could join us this morning" Mrs Hayden says in her obnoxious tone of voice.

"You're lucky I even fucking came, dumb bitch" I mutter walking to my seat and plopping myself down on it, wincing at the chest pains that wreck through my body.

"Hen.. what did we say about this little attitude you have in the morning" Patrick says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"When did we have that?" I ask turning to face him.

"God, you were fucking drunk again weren't you" Victor asks and I shrug.

"Probably" I mutter resting my head down on the table.

The lessons drags on, taking for ever to end. My stomach churns the acidic liquid, begging for food that I will not eat.

I look up and notice my gang pestering Trashmouth. Well, Victor isn't which is nice.

"Oi, lay off him" I say elbowing Patrick first.

"Why.. it's fun watching his anger build" Patrick whines and I sigh.

"His dad is like mine" I whisper and his eyes widen.

"Holy-" he starts and I cover his mouth. He then smirks and licks my hand.

"Don't lick my hand, bastard!" I exclaim pulling it back and wiping it on his shirt.

"Awe, but you taste sweet" Patrick whines tilting his head to the side.

"Gross dude, gross" I say scrunching my nose up.

"They're bonding, the angry kitten is bonding with the lighter" Victor exclaims repeatedly slapping Belch's arm.

"Knock it off will you Vic.. it's rather irritating" I say and he groans.

"Why are you so moody today" he whines and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not moody" I say and he scoffs.

"Tell me that on one of your good days" Victor says and I sigh.

"Sorry.. I didn't sleep much" I mumble putting my head down on the table again.

"Nightmares again?" Patrick whispers and I nod.

"Same one" I mumble, Patrick bring the only person who actually understands my nightmares.

I get them about my parents, badly too. My mum died when I was eight, my dad killed her but they said there wasn't enough proof to lock him away.

It's cause he's a cop, that's why they didn't arrest him. Fucking special treatment.

The bell rings and a few students begin to pack away but Mrs stops them.

"This is a double, remember" she says and everyone groans.

"Sleep for an little, I'll wake you up at the end of the lesson" Patrick says softly, moving his fingers to run my hair through the small gapes between each finger.

"Mmm thanks.." I mumble beginning to drift in to a light sleep.

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