Dedication Takes a Lifetime But Dreams Only Last For a Night
Coming "Home"
Alex POV:
The rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about Jack. In French I met this kid called Rian. He looked really nice. He had one of the brightest smiles I've ever seen and brownish hair. He invited me to sit with him at lunch. When I inquired about Jack his smile disappeared and he said"Don't bother. He's an idiotic dochebag." The rest of day was pretty much a blur. When it was over I started to walk to the bus station. I got home hoping my dad wasn't home. No such luck. He was already in a drunk stupor."Tom! You're home" he cried. He ran to me,hugging me while I tried not to cry. "Wait you're not Tom. You're his ugly stupid idiotic less talented fag of a brother." Before I could react he punched me. I clutched my nose, hopping it wasn't broken as he punched me again and again till I fell on my knees. "Dad stop please" I cried. "You deserve to suffer like this. You knew. You could have stopped him." he said smiling at my pain as he kicked me. I felt him drag me to the basement when locked the door and yelled "don't bother coming up for dinner." I laid on my mattress,my whole body throbbing with pain. This wasn't the first time this happened. It was almost routinue. Sometimes my mom tried to stop him but normally she'd immerse herself in work or simply pretend this doesn't happen. I took of my shirt and stared at my body. I was small thin and frail. You could see my ribs easily. My entire upper body was filled with old and new bruises. As I started to ice the new bruises the only thing I could think of was Jack. The way he looked at me when I asked him about cutting. I couldn't let him end his life. He seems to have everything. He's popular, has friends and his parents never beat him probably. He had to be hiding something. Why would he cut? The question drove me insane.
The rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about Jack. In French I met this kid called Rian. He looked really nice. He had one of the brightest smiles I've ever seen and brownish hair. He invited me to sit with him at lunch. When I inquired about Jack his smile disappeared and he said"Don't bother. He's an idiotic dochebag." The rest of day was pretty much a blur. When it was over I started to walk to the bus station. I got home hoping my dad wasn't home. No such luck. He was already in a drunk stupor."Tom! You're home" he cried. He ran to me,hugging me while I tried not to cry. "Wait you're not Tom. You're his ugly stupid idiotic less talented fag of a brother." Before I could react he punched me. I clutched my nose, hopping it wasn't broken as he punched me again and again till I fell on my knees. "Dad stop please" I cried. "You deserve to suffer like this. You knew. You could have stopped him." he said smiling at my pain as he kicked me. I felt him drag me to the basement when locked the door and yelled "don't bother coming up for dinner." I laid on my mattress,my whole body throbbing with pain. This wasn't the first time this happened. It was almost routinue. Sometimes my mom tried to stop him but normally she'd immerse herself in work or simply pretend this doesn't happen. I took of my shirt and stared at my body. I was small thin and frail. You could see my ribs easily. My entire upper body was filled with old and new bruises. As I started to ice the new bruises the only thing I could think of was Jack. The way he looked at me when I asked him about cutting. I couldn't let him end his life. He seems to have everything. He's popular, has friends and his parents never beat him probably. He had to be hiding something. Why would he cut? The question drove me insane.
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11/3/14