1 Part 1

Justin's POV

Ring ring ring.

I slapped my alarm causing it to turn off and I painfully got out of my bed.

My face slightly burnt up as soon as the sun hit.

I groaned as I closed the curtain but the holes burnt into it didn't really do much at all.

I glanced around my room to see it was again a mess.

I sighed as I doubt why I even both to clean it up. He keeps kicking my stuff around all the damn time.

I looked at the time and saw it was 7:00 meaning I had exactly an hour and 30 minutes to get to school.

I know it was really early, as I woke up at 7, because usually the cool kids at the school don't even go until... Well they don't even go.

And I haven't even missed a single day.

Seriously there was a week when I had broken my hand and I didn't even get it checked out as it was on a Monday morning and I couldn't think about the fact about missing all the lessons.

So I went into school.

Luckily it was my right hand as I wrote with my left, but it was a little bit harder to eat my food and do my homework as one of my hands could work.

Okay yes I also do my homeworks at school, well on the day it's set.

I quickly got up and went to my closet and picked out a white buttoned T-shirt.

And checkered trousers

Matching bowtie

Black shoes

And the object that helps me see, my glasses.

I mean if people call me a nerd, I guess I got to look the part as well.

I sighed at the dad jokes that came to mind as I looked at myself.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and noticed my dad was still asleep. I let out a sigh of relief as I knew he wouldn't be able to reopen the previous wounds he created.

That reminded me, I quickly sneaked into my mums room and grabbed her make up to cover up the bruises he left for me last night.

I looked around and my eyes snapped towards my mum's picture on the stance.

I didn't know I was walking towards it till I realised that it was inches away from my fingertips.

I glanced at the cracks formed in the glass, took me a week to get it fixed.

My dad threw it at me one time when he was drunk. "You killed her" he slured as he tossed it at me but luckily it missed me as his aim was bad due to the fact he downed 5 bottles of vodka.

There was glass everywhere.

I felt a part of my heart drop as I noticed it was the picture frame.

It was the only picture I had of her.

If I lost that, I didn't know what I would.

I let out a shaky breath as a tear slipped from my eye and onto one "Why'd you leave me? huh, you're the only one who loved me and now I feel like I don't deserve to be here?" I whispered clutching onto the frame before hugging it tightly.

She died a couple of years ago and by guess who, the one and only monster.

My dad.

I saw him brutally kill my mother with his own hands.

The images of them wrapped around her neck suffocating her till her last breath.

I could see her taking it.

I saw her chest rise and her gulp but she stopped completely.

A second before that though I heard her say that she loved me. She looked at me in the corner of her eyes as she whispered her last three words to me.

My 8 year old self wanted to stop him but he couldn't, he just froze not knowing what to do and left her to die.

By him.

But I know she didn't stop it either, she let him do it because she knew he wasn't going to stop.

She knew she was going to die, which made me hate her.

I hated my mum, cause she got to live with a monster.

A monster who drank every single night.

A monster who cheated on her.

A monster who abused both of us.

A monster who hated her and didn't love her.

That monster who unfortunately was my father.

He was never jailed because she was suffering from cancer and the doctor had said she could die any month now, so they thought she was killed because of the cancer.

Not by him.

I suddenly heard his footsteps coming closer towards me and I wiped away the remaining tears off my face.

I wasn't going to let him to see me cry and let him torture me for feeling pain over a dead person.

That was the last thing I was going to let happen.

"YOU LITTLE PRICK, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" my dad slured walking into the room and I gulped looking at his state.

He was drunk again.

But even sober, he would hurt me even though I cant remember a time where he was sober.

Was he ever sober?

I quickly ran towards him knowing the consequences if I disobeyed him but he slapped me as I reached him causing me fall down. He kicked me in the stomach and I groaned in pain.

I didn't feel anything afterwards knowing he had left and I grunted painfully.

I laid on the ground for a few minutes as I felt my energy drain before pushing my weak body up and limping outside to find my bicycle.

I hopped on and checked my watch to see that it was 8:00.

Shoot.

This was another reason to get up early and I couldn't afford being late.

I reached my school St' Edwards high and placed my bicycle in the bike rack after locking it.

I quickly got to my locker not wanting to be late but I felt myself bump into someone causing me to lose my balance and felt a tiny weight on top of me as I hit the ground.

I open my eyes ignoring the pain in my head and realise who was on top of me.

I just bumped into death.

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