My house was unnusaually quiet. I quickly made my way to my bedroom, and shut the door behind me. I looked over at the Blink-182 poster that jack had given me, and smiled. That's when I heard it. The heavy boots coming down the stairs. The annoyed slur of my fathers words. He was drunk, that much I could tell. I heard him stumble down the hallway, and stop in front of my door. I held my breath, praying to god he wouldn't come in. Like always, it didn't help. The door flung open, leaving a dent in my wall. I backed up to my dad, as my dad made his way over to me.

"Why are you home so early boy?" He asked, getting way too close to my face. His breath smelled of vodka, and tequila.

"S-School was let out early." I said, knowing he wouldn't buy my lie. He narrowed his eyes, as he looked at me.

"Don't fucking lie to me, you piece of shit." He said, the back of his hand connecting with the side of my face. "You know what we do to liars in this house." He yelled, curling his hand into a fist. He pulled it back, and plowed it into my stomach making me fall to my knees. I cried out and agony, and he kicked my side. "Stop fucking crying, you little faggot." He yelled, kicking me again. I winced in pain, holding in my yelps as much as I could. "No one will ever love you, cause all you ever do is fucking cry." He said, spitting on me.

"Yeah...? What.. about... you?" I managed to get out, earning a look of disgust, as he kicked me in the head.

"Don't you dare fucking talk to me, you worthless piece of shit." He yelled, walking over to my small collection of posters that were hung up around the wall, and one by one ripped them down, and tore them apart. "You don't deserve these. These people will never care about you." He said, smiling as ripped them apart. Finally he reached the one Jack had given to me, and he smiled. "Did you steal this from someone?" He asked in amusement, proceeding to rip it from the wall. I shook my head. He made a face, and then walked back over to me, the poster still in his hand. He kicked me in the stomach one more time, and then ripped up the poster. "You're a fucking liar." He said, throwing the pieces onto me, and then leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. The world was spinning around me, and I couldn't move. I clutched my stomach in one hand, and my head in the other as I laid on the floor and cried. Slowly, the world around be began to slip away, until finally everything went dark.

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