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[f-ngrl]

DNA remix but rappers you never heard of who are doing really well out of nowhere

[youcanroxasmysoxasstories]

More Than You Know _Chapter V_

-Adrian-

Yet again I was forced to leave Ash's house around 5 pm. Taking the same route I took yesterday I arrived at my home. Feeling sudden shivers, I realized I'd left my hoodie at Ash's house, I had got to stop doing that. Shrugging it off, in hopes, she wouldn't forget it tomorrow, I made my way up the driveway, and right away I noticed the light on.

'Great, she's home early...'

Not bothering to check the driveway, I approached the front door. Shaking my head, I stood outside the door plotting ways I could sneak past her, but those all went crashing down when the door opened. The stench of alcohol burned at my eyes as I looked at the woman standing there, loud footprints stomped behind her and I froze. Her boyfriend was here.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite pass time, and here I was about to leave."

The tall male had a crooked smile plastered on his lips. I wondered how such a cruel woman could find an even worse man. Match made in hell I suppose.

Before I could do anything a hand gripped my shoulder so tight I thought it would break. I let out a yelp as it pulled me into the house then into the living room. The man landed a punch to my stomach disorienting me as he pushed me to the ground, pinning me there, by placing his knees on my, already bruised, shoulders. As the familiar pain of my shoulders being crushed sunk in, a hand held my head back as he threw a punch that so, unfortunately, landed on my throat. Pain enveloped my body as the shock from the punch sent a tightening sensation through my body and brain. It felt like I was suffocating, I needed to cough but on my back, that would be impossible. Instead, my breathes hiccuped but no air was actually moving through.

I struggled weakly but all that did was cause him to put even more pressure on my shoulders. I couldn't breathe like I was drowning when a see of air was right at my lips.

He moved off my shoulders and I had the chance to move to my side, my throat cleared and I let out a few coughs. I took in a few shaky breathes, savoring the oxygen as it entered my lungs, only to have it thrown out by a gasp as the man punched my side.

"Why don't you ever scream?"

Another blow to my stomach prevented me from answering, not that I would have anyway. As he continued to torture me I felt my skin crack in some places causing my blood to seep into the carpet. My entire body stung from the small, bleeding cuts. Just when I thought I would black out from lack of air, I heard my mothers voice.

"Honey... I'm getting bored."

She whined. The pressure released me and I was left there, not moving. The two demons left the living room and I tried to put my body into motion. Clenching my side, I got to my feet once but my knees gave out when I tried to put pressure on them. Using the wall this time, I managed to make my way up the stairs, leaving my bloody handprints behind me as I did. I opened the door to my room and clumsily made my way to the bath that connected to it. I had to clean out the cuts with alcohol.

Filling the tub with lukewarm water, I peeled the blood-stained clothes away from my body thanking god that I had forgotten my favorite hoodie at Ashlyn's. I'd have to remember to take it off before I came inside if my mom was home. After I'd mentality burned that into my brain I sunk in the water with a sigh. I didn't have too many cuts since it was mainly bruises, but my shoulders did worry me, I'd have to remember to go easy on them tomorrow, and the next few days after that. I rinsed myself off and bandaged what had been bleeding. It hurt to move my body but I needed to make sure I was in good condition.

My eyes went blank as they landed on a sharpened blade. Picking up the blade my thoughts went to how easy it would be to end my suffering, right here, right now. I held it over my bare wrist letting the blade rest on my skin's surface. The feeling of its cold metal edge sending unpleasant tingles up my arm.

The air I took in felt like it had thickened, the weight of was I planned to do was weighing in my heart causing pressure to build up in my chest; my heart beat fast. Shaking my head, I forced the hand away from my arm as I tried to clear my head.

'I'm better than this,'

My shaky hands didn't have to be told twice, my grip on the blade became weak. The sound of it hitting the marble countertop broke me out of the trance and I placed my hands on either side of the sink to steady my trembling legs.

"Cutting won't get you out of here Adrian."

I spoke to myself in third person. Stuffing the blade away into the cabinet that held my bandages, I plopped on my rough bed. Tears burning at my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall.

Taking in shaky breaths, I sat on the edge of my bed. Sick of feeling sorry for myself I forced myself to eat an apple that I had brought home from school. My body ached too much for me to sleep so I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence.

The next morning I made it out of the house with no complications. It seemed that she was too hungover to outsmart me this time, but I would have to be more careful from this point forward. I made sure to bundle up to avoid showing any bruises and, luckily for me, the day was quite chilly anyway.

My entire body was begging me not to move, especially my shoulders, I was lucky that nothing seemed broken.

When I entered the bus I noticed that Ashlyn was closer to the front than normal. When I sat she handed me my hoodie and I thankfully pulled it over my head. I decided that keeping the hood up would better hide my bruised neck, so I adjusted the strings so that it wouldn't fall off. This always happened after a beating... I'd always get depressed or feel worthless.

"Can I pass on our little race today?"

I asked my voice hoarse from the punch I received yesterday.

"Whaaaat? Why?"

Ash whined.

"Is it because I never give a signal?"

"No, I just didn't sleep well enough to run this early in the morning."

I thought my excuse was sound but she still shot be a knowing look.

"Did thinking about that girl keep you up?"

There it was, I thought it had been a while since she mentioned that. Ever since I had told Ash about 'Willow' it had taken up most of what talked about. Seems she was really determined to find out more about 'her'. I went along with the conversation to get her off my back.

When we arrived at the school we walked like normal people to our lockers. Funny how THAT got more stares. While I was grabbing my books she took the chance to spray me with her new perfume.

"Not again!"

I whined remembering her surprise me with her new bottle yesterday.

"All the guys gave me such weird looks yesterday!"

"Just because you are a guy doesn't mean you have to smell like one."

She said simply, spraying me again. Before I could protest, Ash was called over by her other friends, who she had apparently promised to hang out with today. She gave me one last smile before running over to them.

I grunted as I walked toward my first class. The feeling from two days ago had died down, I wasn't sure why, but I guess I shouldn't complain. When I took my seat I remembered the pair of clothes in my backpack, I didn't get a chance to wash them... Not that I worked out enough to get them dirty in the first place. Maybe I could find a way to keep them for another day before giving them back? I'd feel bad otherwise.

Unable to calm down my anxiety, I tried focusing on something other than the aching pain. Which results in me thinking about William, which resulted in me hating my state right now, even more. Great day so far.