Abusive Home
Chapter 1: Pain
"You're a failure at life and you'll always be nothing!" a man yelled at his blond haired son. The boy said nothing but held his breath and the scent of alcohol hit his face with every word his father said.
Roxas had heard this speech many times from his drunken father. It used to hurt in the beginning, but he became numb to the words after a while. "Go burn in hell." the boy muttered, which earned him a good punch in the face. The force of the punch was hard enough to cause him to stumble backwards. When Roxas was stumbling, he tripped over the coffee table and flipped over it.
When Roxas got off the ground he wiped his bottom lip. On the back of his hand with a long streak of blood. He looked over at the couch to see his dad sitting with his good friend Jack Daniels and watching some lame ass drama. In this case it was good for Roxas. He quietly walked out of the living room and snuck upstairs.
Once he was in his upstairs, he quickly ran into his room and shut the door behind him. Once he was safe he walked over to his closet and pulled out his favorite black hoodie and slipped it on. When he had it zipped, he walked over to the window and opened it wide enough for him to crawl out. His feet touched the ledge of his roof gently and the rest of his body followed. After he was out he walked to the edge of the roof and jumped into the bushes below, tucking in and rolling on impact. "See ya." he muttered as he ran off.
In town, Roxas went inside the mall and decided to hang out there for a while. He never bought anything while he was there, hell he really didn't even like the mall. But most normal teenagers hung out at the mall and that's all he ever wanted to be...normal.
When the abuse started, Roxas became very quiet and stopped talking to people. In turn, a lot of rumors started to fly. Everyone would say things like, he's a bad person, I heard he killed his mom, he's emo, he hangs out at the mall all the time to steal things. But all the rumors were wrong. He wished people knew the truth. He wished people could help him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell people, nor did anyone ask.
The physical abuse only started recently, so Roxas wasn't quiet used to this pain yet. It would still take a while to get used to. He walked around the mall for a while until he saw that it was dark outside. When he walked out he jumped a little when cold dropplets of rain hit his swollen face. Even if it was dark and rainy, there was no way Roxas was going home. He just walked around town until a police officer called out to him.
"Hey, you there!" he yelled.
Roxas turned around to look at him and quickly took off running. He didn't know why he was running, he didn't do anything wrong. But he ran anyway, in fear that there was a chance his dad found him missing and called the police.
Roxas ran all the way to the school building and started climbing the gate. When he was at the top, he was about to kick off the and land in the school yard like usual. Thanks to the rain though, when he kicked off, he kicked wrong and ended up slipping and falling on his face.
When he got back up there was a fresh metallic taste in his mouth. Great. He thought to himself as he spit out some of the blood and stood up. Once he was on his feet again, he spit out some more blood and wiped his pants off. He didn't bother taking off his hood, it was great protection from the rain.
"Hey kid, you wouldn't happen to be Roxas would you?" the officer called from the other side of the gate.
Roxas just shook his head as he started backing away. "Sorry, never heard of him." he answered loud enough for the officer to hear. Of course if his father called the police he wouldn't give a description of what he looked like, and if he did it would be very vague to the point it could be any sixteen year old boy. At least he was smart enough to not tell people that he would have bruises on his body, otherwise he'd be in a different home and away from this hell hole.
The officer looked apologetic. "Sorry to have bothered you."
When the officer left, Roxas turned to leave. When he did he saw a blonde girl on the other side of the yard, still in her school uniform and carrying a sketch pad. She seemed to be interested in him but he just walked passed her not saying a word. She couldn't help him anyway.
"Might as well go home and face this unavoidable hell." Roxas said to himself once he was back on the road.