Forest's POV

"Forrest!"
My dad yelled for me once more from downstairs.

I knew he was gonna hurt me if I came down, so I didn't-bad idea.
I cranked up my music by Motionless In White.

Hi, I'm Forest. My life isn't all that great as you can probably tell. I slip on my gray skinny jeans, and black Volcom shirt, and threw in a pair of red converses.

"Forrest, you bastard! Get your ass down here, now!"
He shouts again.
As you can tell, I'm in trouble.

I turned of my music, and came out of my room eventually. I made my way downstairs to face my fathers rage.
When I got to him, I was greeted with a hard slap in the face.

"I've been calling you for forever! Why the hell don't you ever listen Forrest!"
My dad screamed.

"You know, I never wanted a son! I never wanted you!"
He screamed again.

Yep my dad just said he never wanted me.

"Dan!"
My mom yelled for my dad.

"I'll be back for you bastard."
Said my dad storming off.

I stood there broken, unloved, unwanted, and most definitely un-keepable as I would soon find out.

When my dad came back for me, he brought my mother with him.

"Forrest Get your ass back here right now!"
Screamed my mom as I tried to sneak out.

Sneaking out was my outlet. When I went out I'd always take my notebook and pen with me.

One time I wrote about me as a billionaire! But life was never, and will never be that great to me, ever.

My 'dad' pushed me on the floor, and began kicking me harshly. I winced every single time his foot came in contact with my body which, was covered in fuck'n bruises!- All from my dad of corse.
The abuse finally stopped as quickly as it had started.
I waited for my dad to walk away, then I proceeded to get up, slowly.

As I got up, I found the pain worsened more and more. That was until the police showed up at my front door, barged in and arrested my so called parents.

"Police, put your hand up! You too are under arrest for..."
Okay, we can skip that part. I tuned the rest out anyway.🏴