"Evan!"

I hear someone's voice yelling at my name.

"Evan fucking Fong! Get the hell up! You're gonna be late for school, you little shit!"

The voice seems recognizable, even if my head is still pounding. Though my vision is rather blurry, I see the dark walls around me, rays of the sun seeping through the curtains as they shine on my face.

My arms and legs feel rather numb, as I curse under my breath to stand up on my legs, even though they are weak and don't seem to be able to move throughout the day. I look at my calender, and it's already Wednesday morning.

Ugh, I hate school---but sometimes, I do, especially when it comes to meeting my group of friends. But then, I remember about what happened last night, when Jonathan shouted at me to get out of his car. And the strangest thing happened afterwards. I really don't know what's going on, but for some reason, the right side of my neck feels like it's burning as if I got bitten or stung by some bug or small animal. But then again, my so-called parents won't allow me to have pets at all. If only my real mom was here, she loves animals and cares about them, since she worked at a nearby pet shelter and I was happy that I became a part-time helper there.

My dad, on the other hand, he hates---oh, wait. 'Hate' sounds a bit too much, more like, 'dislikes', animals with all of his heart. He pretty much does not care a thing about those sweet creatures, as whenever a starving cat or dong comes at him, he would raise his hand---that clenches intensely---high up into the sky, readying himself to hit the poor animals or maybe even kick them. Stella really does make a perfect wife for him, as she loathes them too, thinking that they are just some 'brainless life-forms that do not need to live anyways'.

There are many reasons more why I hate these two fuckers, and they don't even deserve to be called as 'parents' at all.

SLAM!

The door slammed open, as an infuriated man walks in and grabs me by my neck, squeezing his huge hands around my throat as I start chocking on air.

"If you dare trying to skip classes again, and just wasting my time to yell at you for waking up late, then you'll be finished the next time your mother and I try to wake you up!" He snarls with his deep, raspy, psychotic-like voice. I can only nod, since I cannot hold in the air inside my lungs anymore. But I dare myself to speak up about something that my father had never been expecting his own flesh and blood to say it out loud.

"S-Stella w-was n-n-never and n-never will b-be my m-m-mom . . . " I stammer, though out of breath.

The man just frowns his brows, gritting his disgusting yellow-tinted teeth as he grabs my throat tighter than before, and throws me towards the floor harshly, hurting my back along the way. But this does not end here; he begins kicking my stomach and back non-stop, his feet stepping on my limbs---pressing them down as I can feel my bones cracking from inside, and he even slaps my face again and again, but getting a knuckle sandwich on my right eye. I start coughing out blood from my mouth, as I feel it trickling down to my neck, and my nose? Huh, it's bleeding as well.

My father finally comes to a halt after all of the kicks, punches, whatever the hell he did to me; towering over my weakened body. "Just get up and go to school, you little pig," was all he can say, and immediately leaves me in my room all alone, again.

I try to hold back my tears, but in the end, one droplet falls and many more starts to follow, drenching my tattered shorts with salty tears. I just sigh, getting myself up with the help of the wall next to me, and my bed, straighten up my body as I trudge and hobble over the bathroom for a quick bath. Like any other time during my shower, I take off my dirty clothes and put then inside a laundry basket outside, on the left side of the entrance to my bathroom. As I turn the shower pipe on, I feel the water raining all over my bruised body, and yes, it's very painful and the cold liquid stings my skin I nearly feel like crying. Although the pain is unbearable, I'm kind of used to it---it's been years and years I've been abused ever since mom's death, and I've struggled to keep myself firm and steady, also prepared for thousands of punches, kicks, and other things to be given to me by my dad and Stella.

Still, even if the water slips down my skin, the burning sensation, I feel it again. This time around, it feels like something is biting and as well as clinging to my neck tightly. But the sensation makes me feel like scratching the place, as if I've gotten a big bite from a giant ass mosquito---if that thing ever exists . . .

After finishing my shower, I trudge lazily towards the sink, just to brush my teeth before I go to pick my clothes to wear for school today. As I look into the mirror while brushing my teeth, I notice a strange-looking black-coloured tattoo on the right side of my neck. It's nearby my collarbone, and the heart-shaped-like tattoo is glowing in an odd light blue glow with some red hightlights.

How did I even earn a tattoo? I didn't even go to a tattoo shop last night, since my ex-boyfriend threw me out of his car pretty late at night. Wait, hold on! If I was out on the streets last night, how did I end up in my house? Did someone I know took me home last night? Or that my parents or one of them found me passed out on the pavemnets?

But thinking of my parents taking me home, I don't think they would do it, since they don't care that much for their child, even if he's their only one.

Great, more and more strange things keep on coming into my life . . .

And since my vision isn't blurry as it was earlier and my mind isn't groggy any longer, I can finally see that my whole body is not only covered in bruises and scars. I am currently covered with hickeys just literally everywhere on my body, and this is making me uncomfortable. I can tell the difference between a bruise and a hickey, since my parents abuse me a lot, I receive a lot of painful bruises and scars from them. And these newer and smaller bluish-purplish marks are actually hickeys, since they're created by someone aggressively biting into your skin---besides, they are called 'love bites' for a good reason.

But, who the hell would want to give me hickeys? I was never loved at all; my 'loving' boyfriend whom I trusted to turned out to be a cheater and a liar, nearly all of the kids at school called me a 'weirdo' only because I'm into guys more than girls, the teachers sometimes acknowledge about my very existence, and my parents give no fucks about their son's condition.

The only ones I can trust with are my closest friends: Brock, Craig, David, Lui, Marcel, and Tyler. We've been friends together since second grade, and well, we've been through thick and thin. We don't mind if who is interested with who, who likes dicks and who likes . . . 'munchacha's (I really feel a bit awkward to say the 'v' word, heh), and who's pansexual or just don't mind if they even start being a trans. A band of 'weirdo's, as the kids say, but I love them with all of my heart.

Thinking of seeing them today cheers me up a bit, but upon seeing these hickeys all over my body, I think I may need to hide them so that no one would get too suspicious looking at it. Other than that, it's rather inappropriate to show 'em out at school, and teachers would probably think that I was raped or think that anything horrible has happened to me.

And by the way, seeing these hickeys got me thinking for one second, smiling a bit at my own reflection as I have a thought that Jonathan is no longer the most important person in my life. For now, I need to go to school, and the mystery person who marked me---even the odd tattoo on my neck---that I can find later . . . 'cause right now, I'm fucking late!

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I wanted to do more on this chapter, but I figured it'd be too quick and too 'cramped'.

And ooh, a little surprise on the fifth chapter y'all! But it's gonna be a VERRRRRY big surprise for Evan 😁😆

So, now I'm on to the next chappie! 😉

Oh, yeah... Nearly forgot about something.

A fanart done by @Mushrooom_Man 😁