Kiss and Sell

Alex saw his mother back away from the window out of the corner of his eye, but really the only thing he was looking at was his room. He could see how tense his mother got -knowing the same as him that his father would be coming out any minute now and he'd be beaten. He sucked in a breath of air as he moved towards the room -considering it a safe zone in a way, but knowing Peter wouldn't see it the same. He crossed the living room -still scattered in boxes -and walked right to his room only to be stopped by a hand at the back of his shirt -grabbing the fabric and flinging him back and into the boxes that he went crashing into.

"Who was that boy outside?" Peter hissed. Alex didn't know why it mattered to him who he was hanging out with -he never cared before -so he adverted his eyes as his father spat, "Are you fucking him?" which, wow, was kind of embarrassing. He kept his eyes on the couch behind where Peter stood and blushed a little while attempting to move from the boxes only to be pushed back down roughly and held there by Peter's dirty shoe on top his chest. He looked up -Peter waiting and expecting an answer -and could only grumble out, "He was just a friend."

This only made Peter madder it seemed. He grabbed Alex from the ground and slung him against the wall -holding him there by his throat as he said, "You're a filthy whore. I know you've been giving your mother drugs. Is that who gave them to you?" He hissed.

Alex's eyes widened as Peter's grip tightened on him -arms flailing out to scratch at his neck, shoulders, arms, and anywhere else that would possibly loosen his father's death grip but everything only failed him -his blunt nails barely even cutting skin, "N-n-no! H-he didn't give m-me anythi-ing!" Alex choked.

Peter could tell his son cared about the biker so he smirked deviously, "Maybe I should pay your little player a visit? Hm?"

Alex shook his head frantically, "I-it wasn't h-him, please, Dad. It was-wasn't him!" Alex cried.

Peter slapped him in the face before cocking his fist back and saying, "Where did you get them?"

"I-I don't remember!" Alex cried -tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked over at Isobel who was gone now -not even trying to help her son. Peter cracked him right in the jaw and then again right below his eye before snarling, "Where?!" Alex just shook his head causing Peter to growl and punch him in the nose repeatedly -blood splattering over his face as his lip busted and his left cheek began to puff and swell along with his eye and jaw. He whimpered as he kicked his leg frantically -kicking Peter in the stomach and making him drop Alex who jumped up and ran to his room -tumbling over and falling on the ground as Peter followed after him.

He kicked him in the ribs -Alex hearing a crack -and then in the arm and thigh before picking him up by his collar and cracking him right in the eye again. He whimpered as his knee shot up and hit Peter right in the crotch making him double over in pain. Alex kicked the back of his knees causing his father to fall to the ground and kicked him in the side only to have Peter grab his leg and pull it out from under him. Alex fell and with only a slight push Peter rose and kicked Alex in the balls over and over. He had at least got him eight times.

Alex began crying silently -biting his busted lip as he squinted up at his father who kicked him again in his already broken rib causing Alex to begin to wheeze for air and then kicking the boy in the face. Alex's eyes squeezed shut in pain -the left already swollen shut -and his breathing now wheezed -his nose making a whistle noise when he breathed through it. He wanted to stand up -walk out like a man -but his body was paralyzed with pain and exhaustion.

Peter spat on him from above him -throwing his things around his room and letting a lot of things be thrown at his son on the floor before smashing his mirror and letting the shards of glass scatter around Alex's body -small pieces cutting into his already bruising skin.

"If you ever give your mother drugs again, I will make sure next time you're fucking dead." Peter hissed as he stomped out of the room.

Alex curled painfully into himself -broken rib probably puncturing his lung or other internal organs -but he didn't care -not at the moment anyways. He could feel his blurry vision star and eventually fade into a darkness where all he could feel was the pain of his broken body. felt himself slip from the world -seemingly falling into a dark abyss that ate him up and allowed him to fall forever. He felt his breathing become harder and harder to regulate or even take a full breath. He knew he was fucked now. He needed a hospital -he was terrified of dying -but he couldn't move, couldn't even open his eyes to look around and see how long he had been laying there. He was utterly fucked and all he could think about was riding Jack's motorcycle away from this place.

He regretted not telling Jack he couldn't go home -regretted not warning him in some way he was possibly going to get hurt if he walked into his house. Jack would have stopped him, drove him away, forced him somewhere safe. He would have protected him. He wouldn't be on this floor -possibly dying -if he had just sucked up his pride and asked for help form the younger. He regretted not kissing Jack goodbye, regretted not telling him how he felt sober, regretted not making the first move, and so many other things. Things he'd never act upon even if he got out of this alive. He'd just wallow in his sorrows -hoping that one day everything would fall into place, but that's just not how things worked, and Alex knew that.

Suddenly, he was scared again. Scared of dying and never changing. He had been worthless his whole life -no one would even notice him gone -and that stung. He was scared to die worthless -scared to be nothing but a shadow of what he could have been. He had so much potential -why was he wasting it? He fucking hated himself, now, as he laid there on the floor and thought over his life -it pretty much flashing before his eyes. Because that's what happens before you die, right? You're life flashes before your eyes. Alex's was playing like movies -sad, depressing, angry, horrifying, movies with no happy ending -until his lungs became nearly empty and his mind just as blank as his life seemed to be.

Notes

Alright that's it for this story, I'll post an epilogue later. Yep, I'm leaving you with a dead Alex.
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omfg IM JUST KIDDING THERE IS SO MUCH LEFT FOR THIS AND I WOULD NEVER END IT LIKE THAT THAT WOULD BE SO WRONG SERIOUSLY.

Hahahahahah.

I'm sure I got you though ;)

But really, I couldn't find the right words for the beating and I really suck at detailing fight scenes (I try so hard at them ;-;) so sorry this is short and kind of sucky :(