I'm not okay.

(Franks POV)

I stared blankly at my shoes, my old tattered black vans that had seen me through quite a lot. I sat myself down on the cool grass and set my bag down beside me, admiring the relatively tranquil scenery before me. I came here regularly, as I enjoyed being on my own, it was far better than being around people, obnoxious people. I fiddled with the grass, pulling at it and watching it as it swayed gently in the breeze. A few people walked by, not taking note of my existence, which was good.
I have recently transferred to a new school and just finished my first day, if I'm completely honest i haven't enjoyed it one bit. I find it hard adjusting to new things as i don't like change. I mean, the only reason i moved was because my dad had caused trouble with one of the teachers when he drunk and that didn't go down well. Then they wanted me gone...which was weird because i hadn't been the one causing bother.
You see my dad isn't one of those nice guys that loved spending time with their family, no, in fact, he was far from it. Drunk, violent and frightening, that's what he was. Sometimes he would leave me be in my room, however on other occasions, he was very aggressive towards me, leaving me with unpleasant bruises and cuts, however I'd rather not go into detail, i probably deserve it some way. Anyway, he split up with my mother when i was only 10 years old as they weren't getting along so well, that's what I've been told anyway, there's probably more too it, regardless of that i haven't seen her since, which upsets me.

I decide I've been here long enough and get up to walk home i hated this part, my father could be in any mood when i get home, probably a shit one. I drag my feet along the grass a little, flattening it out behind me and got onto the pavement, the dull despairing pavement. I walk quite leisurely, as i don't want to rush, i mean, who would want to rush to a house that was always in misery? nobody, that's who. I finally get onto my street, the dreaded street and walk towards my house, i can already feel the unhappiness around me as i get closer and closer to the door.
Reaching out, i open it and walk in, i don't say a word, i just shut the door behind me and run to my room. I can already hear my father coming up the stairs, and this is where it begun...
He opens the door quite frantically and staggers in, i can smell alcohol.

'No hello?' he sneers, his slurred words sounding very irritated,
I ignore him and unlace my shoes, daring not to make eye contact or even look in his direction. I hear him walk closer.

'I said, NO hello?' he says again, his voice getting more angry.

'Hello' I mutter, kicking my shoes off and sitting back on my bed, my head still hanging.
'Louder' he snarls, placing his hand on the wall to stop himself from falling because of how intoxicated he was.

'Hello' i say, louder, hopefully this will make him go away, but no...he grabs me by my throat and pins me against the wall.

'next time you come in i want a hello, disrespectful little shit' he shouts, spitting on me with his disgusting alcohol ridden saliva.

'y-yes' i choke, trying to get loose from his grip. He grunts and staggers out, slamming the door behind him...Ill be glad when the alcohol knocks him out for the night.

My throat hurts a little from his attack, so i get my water from my bag and gulp it down, trying to soothe it. I cant wait till I'm 18 so i can move out and get a place of my own, but that's 4 months away, so ill have to endure his horrible acts until then.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, I get it out and its Ray, my old friend., asking how my first days been at my new school, i don't reply, i don't want to associate with people right now....Ray used to be my best friend, he was the only person i really could speak too, He doesn't really know anything about my fathers antics. I don't think i would be able to tell anybody, they probably wouldn't listen anyway.

Who would listen to me?

Notes

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