** If you are sensitive to topics like rape, and cutting feel free to skip this chapter, nothing will be graphic so don't worry.**
I was awoken by the feeling of someone breathing down my face. My eyes shot open to see my dad looming over me.
"Heyyyy Faggot Frank!!" He slurred with sickening sweetness in his voice. "I wanted to apologize for yelling at you, so I came to make it up to you!!!!" I shuddered, I knew good and well what he meant. His bipolar mood swings were nothing new to me, sometime he was violent and others well he was like this, I honestly prefer his violent side. My father gripped my face into his rough hands and planted a kiss on my mouth. I gagged at the smell, taste, and thought of him as he licked my lower lip. He pulled away and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled me up so we were both standing up and pushed me against the wall.
"C'mon FRank you know what to do." He said pushing me down to my knees. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I was so helpless right now, I couldn't fight back I could only take the abuse. My dad pushed my head forward and put himself inside my mouth. I gagged at how bloody disgusting the whole situation was. My dad moaned pushed in farther until he hit the back of my throat. He rocked my head back and forth with his large hands. Eventually he came and forced me to swallow the vile liquid. I collapsed to the ground once he was done and tried to stop my tears from falling.
"You disgust me, I can't believe you just blew your own dad, dirty little slut!" My dad yelled his mood changing. His hand went down and slapped my face hard before he left to his room.
I lay down on the floor feeling to sick to my stomach to move. This isn't the first time this has happened, it happened quite often actually, but every time was just as bad as the last. I grabbed my razor blade out of my back pocket and began etching words into my skin. Faggot. Dirty Slut. Disgusting. I allowed the tears to fall freely down my face as I admired my work. I felt ashamed of how utterly weak and disgusting I was. I didn't bother cleaning the cuts, I just crawled into bed, much to weak to do much anything else. As I slept my dreams were plagued with images of alcohol and razor blades.
The next day I woke up before my dad, as always. I enjoyed waking up first, for it gave me time to get ready without fearing my father. I went to go take a shower, but as I turned the knob on the old dirty shower no water came out. I sighed, he must not have paid the water bill. I sigh and walk to my room. No shower until I get paid then. I groan as I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans that are a size to small. My father could never stay sober long enough to work, so I had to get a job at a coffee shop in town to make enough money to live. I worked there Thursday through Monday in the afternoons. Today was Friday so I had work today. I pulled on a white t-shirt with holes in it and a faded black jacket. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the front door to start my walk to school.
Once I got onto school grounds my stomach felt queasy. The abuse I got at home extended to the outside world to. The people at school would often hit and taunt me, asking me where my mom left to, how life was like living with a washed up drunk. I was also teased because of a rumor that I was gay, which I wasn't, I mean sure I have seen a few attractive guys but I'm still straight. I walked with my head down trying to avoid conflict with anyone. I absolutely hate fighting. I was almost to the school door when I heard a voice shout,
"Hey Iero!" I guess I wasn't lucky enough today.
I turned around slowly, still staring at the ground not daring to look up.
"Did daddy beat you last night? Hm? Or was he to high and drunk off his ass to do anything." Kyle's voice rang out loudly. The group of people that seemed to always follow him laughed as if he had just told the best joke ever. I tried to hide the handprint on my face behind my fringe, but I failed.
"Only a slap? Well Faggy Frank, let me change that." Kyle sneered. I began to back away, but it was to late. His fist collided with my stomach. I fell to the found gasping for air as he gave my jaw a hard kick. The crowd surrounding us got bigger, everyone cheered Kyle on.
"Smear the queer!" They all screamed in excited voices. I received another kick to the stomach before I heard the bell ring. I cried out in pain as everyone trampled me to get to the door. I stood up feeling bruised and broken.
I walked into the school and threw my things in my locker. I took out the things I needed for English and headed to class. I didn't bother hiding my bruises, the teachers never noticed the abuse that I went through, they never cared.

Notes

Okay so there is a nice chapter for you guys. Now I hope the names used in the story don't offend anyone, most of these are names I have been called so don't feel as if I'm picking on anyone.

Never change.

#WOLFY#