I kept on walking to the sounds of people snickering at me. I
scrambled to pick up my things off of the floor. After picking up my things I
scampered out of the hell-hole called 'school'. Living fairly close to the
school I walked to my house and took out my key and unlocked the door. Quietly
stepping inside I walked upstairs to my room, making sure not to wake my father.
Slowly closing the door it squeaked loudly, and I heard someone mumbling. I held
my breath as I turned pale, then I heard a snore and I breathed again, returning
to my normal color. Why I was afraid of my father? To start off, ever since my
mother left us and moved to New York, my dad was a mess. Who he let his anger
out on? That was me; Brian. I blinked hardly pushing away the memories of my
father brutally punching, kicking, and swearing at me. As I tear slid down my
cheek I blinked it away. I always wished I had a picture of my mother to hug to
calm me, but I had no
memory of her. She left when I was 5 years old. I scrambled when I heard my
'BRIAN!' My father yelled 'WHERE IS MY DINNER?!' I froze, my father beat me
anytime I did something wrong, or if I forgot to do something. Quickly thinking
as I heard my father walk up to my room, I hid in between a small opening
between my desk and my nightstand. As I pulled a tall bin in front of me my door
'BRIAN! WHERE ARE YOU?!' My father screamed. A chill shook up my spine at the
loudness and anger in his voice. Frozen, I thought of what would happen if he
found me. Then, he just left with a tomato-face. I quickly scrambled out of my
hiding spot and grabbed a pillow and blanket, and headed to the bathroom. I
locked the door, I wasn't going to take the chance of him beating me in my
Curled up in a ball on the floor, in a blanket, in the bathroom got
the best of me and I cried. I sobbed wishing I had a better father. Before he
beat me less brutally and I could learn to ignore hi at times, then he found
some notes I wrote about if I should tell my father I'm gay and long story
short, he beats me harder now.
I awoke the next morning sore all over, and still scared of my
father. I bolted out the bathroom, skipped breakfast, grabbed my backpack and
ran to school. I made it to my locker and unpacked my backpack, while keeping my
math binder for first class. Bolting to my class, I was stopped by Anthony, I
gulped. One of his two 'puppies' (they always follow him around) knocked down my
books while his fist curled into a ball and hurled at my face. With a loud
smack, I fell to the floor, my nose bleeding. Scrambling to get my things they
were now kicking around. Once I finally gathered my binder and papers I ran to
the bathroom, and cleaned up my nose. When I exited the bathroom, the hallways
were empty. SHIT! I was late for class! Running into my class I sat down quickly
and the teacher roared at me.
'Brian! You are late! What is your excuse?!'Mrs.Thomson questioned. I sat
quiet. 'I thought so...' She said. The rest of the day flew by quickly, and then I
bumped into Anthony again. Frozen, my face changed color.
'Hey nerd!' Anthony said, and then his curled fist made contact with my face
again, this time more powerful. I fell to the ground with a bloody mouth and
then I heard a low, powerful voice behind me roar.
'HEY!' Said the teenager I didn't know. Then, I turned around, it was Jake, the
quarterback of our football team. Jake continued yelling at Anthony 'WHAT DID HE
EVER DO TO YOU?!' Jake's face was now red.
'So what he's a fucking gee....' Before he finished his sentence Anthony fell to
the ground holding his face. His two 'puppies' scampered off terrified. Jake
reached down to help me up. He took me to the bathroom and cleaned up my bloody
'I'm sorry he did that to you.' Jake said in a calm voice.
'It's fine, I'm used to it.' I squeaked.
'No it's not fine, they always beat you up, and you don't do anything about
it.' Jake said shakily. After he cleaned me up he walked me outside, and I
walked to my house. When I got home, I couldn't stop smiling, overwhelmed with
happiness. Then, I heard my dad yell my name 'BRIAN!' I was instantly paralyzed
with fear. I had to think quickly. Opening my window, leaping out, my arm landed
on a rose bush. I winced in pain, turning my head to my arm. It was coated in
blood. Where could I go? What would I do about my arm? The only way was to face
TO BE CONTINUED...