School Boy

I ended up getting in a huge fight with my step dad again.

These fights are always endless, It's too fucking easy to get in a fight with him. One wrong thing could set him off. Like right now, he's yelling and throwing things because I put movie back in the wrong case. Giving up on the argument, I walked calmly to my room to escape everything, everything that happens everyday.

Not only his he verbally abusive, but physically. I always end up with bruises, huge red hand prints that last days, and occasionally cuts on my body from when he throws me around. It's so sad that I could say I was used to it, it happens everyday, so, I'm was used to it.

I grabbed my iPod, went to my bed, lay down and put the music on. The first song was that shuffle played was 'All These Things I Hate' by Bullet For My Valentine. One of my favorite bands and songs.

I loved this song simply because it's so relateable, and well written. I closed my eyes and let the music float me away to a universe where everything was perfect.


A couple hours later I was awoken by a suitcase being thrown at me and my headphones being ripped out from my ears.

"Pack your shit, faggot." My step dad said without snappy.

"Why?" I asked and sat up.

"Don't fucking question me and do what you're told!." He stormed out of the room, I followed him with my eyes and seen my mother crying silently but when I looked she walked out of the doorway quickly.

I wanted to know why she was crying, I swear to god if it's anything Johnathan cause I'll hang him with his own intestines! I ran for the door and down to the kitchen, where she stood back to me crying.

"Mom?" She jumped at my voice and turned to look at me. "Why are you crying?" I embraced her into a hug, she hugged back tight immediately and started sobbing again.

"I-I tri-tried to te-tell your fath-father not to se-send you to Board-Boarding School, bu-but he would-wouldn't listen," she managed to choke out. She calmed down a little and added "I-I don't want yo-you to leave Alexander."

"I know but I really have no choice, something could happen to me if I refuse. Or worse, you. We both know this." I hugged her and she hugged back tighter like her life was depending on it. "I have to go pack my stuff now," I said with some tears in my eyes from taking Johnathan's side rather than hers.

The fair side.

I quickly wiped my tears while I walked back to my room, when I started packing my step dad burst into the room.

I looked up unamused to see my step dad looking at me with a fury I've never seen before.

"Where have you been? You were supposed to be packing."

"I was with mum. she's crying if you haven't noticed. Crying because you're sending her only child away!" I snapped, no longer scared of the asshole my mother vowed to. "Now, get out of my room so I can get my shit," I spoke threw gritted teeth.

His fist connected with my jaw, and I flew to the ground seeing nothing but white. when my vision cam back I seen him look at me with anger and then walked out, I closed my door fast and locked it.

Half an hour later I packed all the stuff I needed.

Band shirts, normal shirts. skinny jeans, brushes, combs, straightener and hair dryer, tooth paste and tooth brush, shoes, beanies, and finally my iPod it's charger and my headphones. Once sure I had everything I needed, I looked around the room whispering a soft 'goodbye' to my childhood home.

. "Finally, you're fucking ready, I waited forever you ungrateful piece of shit! Lets get going." My step dad said.

Mum was in the passenger and my step dad slid into the driver seat. I opened the trunk and put my bags in it.. I closed it and walked to the passenger side and got in at the back. The car started to move and I grabbed my iPod from my pocket, shuffle started to play Hospital For Souls by Bring Me The Horizon.

Another beautiful song.

The drive went on forever until a huge building came into view.

The building was built with pure white bricks and big sign that shows 'Saint Bearches All Boys Boarding School.' There was a large fence around the building, with barbed wire around the top. It looked liek a fucking prison!

"Get the fuck out." My step dad snapped. I opened the door and stepped out. My mom was sobbing again, I went to her door and we hugged again, this time both of us cried. We whispered "goodbye" and "I Love You" about a thousand times each before I had to let go.

I opened the trunk, got my bags and closed it. Johnathan sped off with out even checking to make sure I was in a safe spot.

I grabbed my bags once again and started to walk to the building, I stopped in my tracks and whispered "here I am," as I entered the school, or should I say new home?

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