This chapter contains a lot of violence.
You have been warned... ;)
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I walked into my house and kicked the door closed. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for someing to eat, but all I could see was beer . I rolled my eyes and shut the fridge door. It made quite a big noise, but I wasn't worried since my father was out. "Carson!"

Or maybe not...

"Shoot," I said under my breath and ran to the door, but to my dismay, he grabbed me by my collar and pushed me against the closest wall. "Where do you think you're going?" he slurred, his breathe smelling strongly of vodka as usual. "Away from you." I spat at him quietly under my breath and tried to get out of his grip. "Well, doesn't seem like that's going to happen. I have something planned for tonight. We're going to talk about your mother." he smirked and I knew what was coming next.

I found myself lying on the floor a few seconds later in pain. "You are going to feel this in morning." he said and started kicking me. I screamed out as hard as I could. He was kicking me right in the stomach; I started feeling nauseas. I tried to get up, but he kicked me in the face. I felt warm blood running over my lips from my nose.

I cried out in pain and grabbed his leg. "Stop kicking me!" I screamed. He stopped and pulled me up. "Fine." he said and punched me in the jaw. I went flying over the counter in the kitchen and onto the floor. I quickly got up and made a run for it, but he caught me again. He threw me into the counter. "Dad, please! I'm begging you, please! DAD!" I screamed, struggling under his hand.

He laughed and gripped his whip. I let out a terrified sob. There was no way out – unless I hit him, but that would create an even bigger mess. I was still struggling under his hand, trying desperately to find a way out of this fate, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. My father's head whipped around quickly then he turned to me. He pulled me off the counter and I crashed into the floor with a thump.

"You keep quiet while I answer the door or else you'll die on this kitchen floor." he spat, kicked me then left. "Yes?" he answered the door rudely. "Oh well, evening Mr Henderson. I just came to drop off Carson's bag, he left it in my office." a woman said from the door and handed it to him. "Oh no," I breathed. It was Mrs Peters; I was more than a dead man. I quickly got up and stumbled toward them.

"Oh and who are you?" my father asked her, crossing his arms. "I'm Mrs Peters, Carson's therapist. I thought you'd know." she said then caught sight of me. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw my state. My father scoffed. "Why would my son need therapy, he doesn't have any problems?" he asked. I sighed and closed my eyes to stop the tears of pain from falling. "Well, I'll be off now. It was nice meeting you, Mr Henderson." she said and walked away. "Whatever." he said and closed the door.

"So, you're going to therapy, why?" he asked, walking closer to me. I swallowed. "I don't know," I said. He chuckled maliciously. "Sure," he said. He then remembered my bag in his hand. "Let's see what's in this bag of yours, shall we?" he started opening my bag. I lunged for it, but he just pushed me back against the wall. He threw my bag out on the floor. All of my books were scattered everywhere.

Panic washed over me as I spotted my failed Chemistry test lying in front of him. "And what's this?" he asked, picking it up and showing it to me. "Another failed test, you know you're never going to amount to anything, right?" he said, shoving the test in my chest. I looked down and tried not to shake. "Yes, sir." I said quietly. "Don't be a wimp, Carson, look at me!" he yelled at me.

I slowly looked up at him. He was smiling. "One of these days," he said, caging me against the wall. "You're going to die. Make sure you pass the next test, otherwise that day will come sooner than expected, got it?" he threatened. I nodded, clenching my jaw tightly. He nodded and kneed me in the gut. I slouched down against the wall and groaned in pain. "Now get to your room you worthless piece of trash!" he yelled at me then kicked me in the side. I let out a cry as he disappeared into the kitchen to get another beer.

I made it to my room just in time to collapse on the floor in shaking sobs. I cried as hard as I could, quietly hoping God would take me out of my misery, but He never did. I sat there shaking, holding myself, trying to fix all of my broken pieces – but it was not possible. I could never be fixed. Not even God himself could fix me; I'm a broken soul.

I looked up, my eyes burning from tears that had fallen. It felt as through I had been crying acidic tears, it hurt immensely. I slowly got up, still shaking, and walked toward the bathroom. I looked at my relfection in the mirror and at the damage done. The tears fell effortlessly. I had a bruise on my jaw and cheek bone from a few moments ago and small yet stinging cut on my forehead. I looked bruised and battered – I was horrifically disgusting.

I sobbed as my back hit the wall behind me. This was it; I couldn't get worse than this. This was the final straw, I couldn't get anymore broken than this. I wasn't the type of person who would inflinct more pain upon myself, I would rather self-distruct inside and drink away the pain; when everything on the outside looked perfect. I mean, could you blame me? It was War World in my own home.

My sobbing state was interrupted by my phone ringing. The tune broke through my sobs and rang in my ears. I reached for my pocket and looked at the called ID. It was Adam.

What does he want?

I asked as I composed myself so that when I answered I didn't sound like a weeping woman. I took a deep breath then answered. "Hey, what's up?" I asked, my voice coming out rapsy.

Idiot...

He coughed then answered. "Uh, you sound out of breath, what are you up to?" he asked mischievously. I chuckled then rolled my eyes. "Just working out, dude, no need to worry." I said, trying to control my breathing. "Yeah sure, Carson. Anyway, I called to see if Ethan and you would like to help me host my party this Friday? It's going to be wicked!" he exclaimed. "Uh, I'll think about it, okay?" I said, getting up and walking into my room and opening my cupboard.

"Are you serious, what's there to think about?" he asked me as I picked out an old shirt and a pair of boxers to sleep in. "Dude, you're the top dog of the school yet you don't come to parties anymore. Come on, dude." he begged me. I was now getting a bit fed up with him. He either didn't know what really happened the night my mother died or he was just trying to get someone on board to help him clean up after the party.

"Dude, I said I'd think about it. It isn't really my scene anymore." I said. He sighed and groaned. "Dude, what happened to you, you've changed?" he asked me. "Is this about your mother?" he asked. I clenched my jaw tightly, unclenched it then spoke, "I have to go, homework." I said and hung up. I threw my phone onto my bed and walked back into the bathroom and tried to aid my wounds caused by the one I'm suppose to count on most.

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The next day came all too soon. I woke up on the floor. I sighed and got up.

Those damn nightmares!

I stripped my shirt off and threw into the washing bin. I never wake up during nightmares, just another curse I live with. The nightmares don't end until I am awoken by the morning sun. I walked into the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked as though I hadn't slept in decades. I had dark purple rings underneath my eyes and chapped lips.

And they call you the hottest guys in school?

I sighed and got into the shower. I did my usual morning routine then hopped out again. I got dressed in my usual hoodie, jeans and an old shirt. Then came the moment of truth; was my father home? I quietly opened my door and peered down the passage-way; nothing. I closed my door quietly and walked down the stairs, looking like a chameleon, my eyes examining the room in all different directions. My father was nowhere to be seen. "Thank God," I said and quickly made my way to the door.

The walk go school was yet another boring journey, which quickly ended when I saw Ethan and Adam running toward me. "Oh brother," I said as they tackled me to the ground. The pain was immense, but I tried my best not to groan in pain. "Where've you been, bud?" Adam asked me, grinning mischievously. I faked a laugh and pushed them off me. "Nowhere, besides school, you dork." I chuckled. Adam and Ethan laughed.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, we need to get you girlfriend, dude." he said, shaking me by the shoulder. I grimaced. "Dude, you know I don't date." I told him, brushing off his hand. "Dude, you can't go in like this forever. One day, you're going to have to date whether you want a family or not. You went to health class, no girl, no kids." he smirked. I shook my head. "Yeah I know, but I don't have any interest in anything like that right now, please just leave it?" I asked them, a tad annoyed.

Adam sighed. "Fine, but you're missing out big time." he smirked then nudged me in the side. I laughed and pushed him over into a thorn bush. Ethan and I canned ourselves as we watched our friend pull thorns out of his backside on the way to school.

Those were the days I remembered fondly...

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Love, Megs.
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