I Wash My Hands Of Yesterday

Frank’s Point Of View

I felt defeated as I saw my dad’s truck parked outside the house. See my dad, he beats me, he has always been like this, when I was little he resented me because I was a ‘mistake’, he wouldn’t be violent, he would just be cold towards me. I could deal with that though, of course it hurt every sports day I saw everyone with their dad’s cheering them on. It hurt me emotionally, but I could deal with it.

The day that I told my parents I was bisexual my dad was disgusted by me, he seems to think that I’m unnatural because I like both genders, my dad always seemed to think I was fully gay and would never find a woman attractive. I have had more girlfriends than boyfriends, but that seems to mean nothing to him.

He just got so angry, a week after I had informed them of my sexuality, my dad hit me round the face, he treats me like a punching bag. Ever since that day, I have been beaten when my dad has pent up anger he needs to release. For every lost job, he beats me, every argument either my mom, every time I fuck up, even when everything is okay, he will beat me.

I pushed open the door quietly; I entered the house and pushed the door closed behind me.

“You’re home” my dad seethed.

I nodded in response.

“Well, I’m feeling rather stressed today, I’m sure you could help me with the Frank” he spat as he threw his fist into my stomach.

I groaned and fell to the floor wheezing. “So pathetic, so weak!” he screeched.

He delivered four harsh kicks to my chest and stomped his foot down onto my arm.
“That’s enough for now, clean yourself up, you make me sick” he spat.

I clambered onto my feet, failing to support my weight; I resorted to crawling up the stairs into my bedroom. I managed to stand once I had locked myself in my room. I walked over to my en suite, wincing with every step I took.

I stripped myself and climbed into my shower to wash off any blood and hopefully soothe my aching body. I hissed slightly as the scorching water hit my bare skin, immediately turning the temperature down. Once I was satisfied I washed myself.


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Still extremely sore from my previous beating I entered my bed. My phone buzzed from my nightstand.


One new message

I clicked the message and it opened.

Andy-Hey man, I was just wondering if you wanted to come to mine tomorrow, the guys are all coming as well :)

Yeah I might as well, it’ll give me time away from my dad as well.

Me-Sure :)

With that I felt asleep.

Notes

This chapter is shitty in my opinion.
Tell me what you think
Poor Frank :(

Miss MCR