Frank's POV

"See you tomorrow Frank the Faggot!" Trent screeched in my ear as he launched his foot into my rib cage one last time. Then him and his two bitches Adam and Zack walked away lauging hysterically. Damn, why can't they leave me alone?! Fucking homophobes. I yelp out in agony as I attempt to get off the ground. Finally after two more attempts I get up slowly and painfully, then trudge home.

The front door swings quietly open as I enter. While attempting to quickly go upstairs to my room, my father's deep, dark voice comes from our dining room, demanding my presence. "Yes sir?" I hesitate, entering the room.
"We invited our new neighbors over for dinner tomorrow night."
"New neighbors? Why are you inviting them over? You dispise people unless it has to do with work."
"Well Frankie, if you were invested in the family business, you would certainly know why," my so called 'dad' blurted forcefully.
"Don't fucking call me 'Frankie'" I murmured violently, storming out of the room. He then swiftly got up out of his chair, grabbed my arm in a manner that would surely leave bruises, and forced me to look at him.
"Don't you DARE, disrespect me in that manner, ever, or you will severely regret it." Nothing else could be said at that point, so I walked out, sorrowful, yet numb, slinking off to my room, and slipping off into a dreamless sleep.

Notes

Here's that other chapter. Whale imma gonna go to bed right meow ^w^ I hope you enjoyed the chapter, sorry for any mistakes too. I love you guys! <3 until next time (most likely tomorrow) my beautiful readers c;