I reluctantly opened the front door of my house.
"FRANK!" my dad shouted as I shut the door.
"Yeah?" I sighed.
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" he demanded, appearing at the top of the stairs.
"Just… out." I muttered.
"Who were you with?"
"No one. I just went for a walk."
"Oh yes, I forgot you didn't have any friends. And it's not like you'd want to be out with a girl, is it?"
"Why wouldn't I wanna be out with a girl?" I sighed.
"You don't exactly keep the fact that your gay quiet, do you?" he laughed at me. I cast my eyes down.
"For the last time, I'm bi." I almost whispered.
"Stop kidding yourself princess."
"Fuck off." I kicked my shoes at the wall angrily and went upstairs, pushing past him.
"Don't forget you're going to your mum's in a minute."
I slammed my door. Brilliant, another weekend with my mum and step-dad. At least I'd be away from my dad, but it came at the cost of being hit and ridiculed by Andy, my step-brother, whenever no one was around. I half-heartedly threw some clothes into a rucksack and dragged my feet across to my desk, searching through the mess. Something cold, sharp and metal came into contact with my finger, cutting it slightly. I secured my fingers around it and retrieved it from under a few empty beer cans. I looked at the cut on my finger; it wasn't deep. I positioned the razor blade just above my wrist and brought it down, cutting it into the skin, tracing across an old scar that still hadn't healed. Blood trickled slowly down my arm. I jumped as the door opened. I tugged my sleeve down and dropped the blade, turning round to see my dad frowning at me.
"Your mum's here."
I nodded, grabbed my bag and went downstairs. The blood was trickling into my hand and I clenched it into a fist and put it behind my back as I opened the front door and went out to my mum's car. I got in the back, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Hi Frank, you alright?" she said.
"Yeah." I said, shrugging.
"You had a good week?" she asked as my little brother Jason got into the car.
"Well, it was a week at school…" I sighed. I wasn't going to go into reasons why school was living hell for me. Mainly, it was the people there. They all called me gay and various other nicknames similar to the distasteful ones my dad often spat at me. I also had no friends, everyone steered clear of me, even the outsiders. Basically, I'd been outcast by the outcasts. I spent my lunchtimes sitting behind the bike sheds, hoping no one would find me. One of the worst parts was, the most popular kid in school was my step-brother, and he was the sort of 'leader' of everyone who hated me.
Mum gave up on the conversation, realising I didn't want to talk and talking to Jason instead. We got to her house and I sighed as I stepped out of the car and followed her up the front path to the door.