*Dan's P.O.V*
I could barely sleep last night, not because of the nightmare, but mostly because of all the bruises on my body. I looked at the clock it was 6 I have to start getting ready for school, don't get me wrong school is pretty bad for me, but I like it better than being in this hell of a place you wanna call home. The beating I get at school ain't as bad as here, but still pretty bad that I could barely walk from the bruises. I deserve it, I deserve everything.
I got up and walked into the bathroom, I stared at my half-naked body I slept in my boxers. I looked at the scars running all the up my arm and across my stomach, just looking at myself makes me sick I hated my reflection the person in the mirror wasn't me. It was the stranger I've become, or should you say the monster I've become. I striped and took a cool shower, which didn't take to long I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I know I won't have time to straighten my hobbit hair, but honestly I didn't care I don't like my hobbit hair, but who do I have to impress?
I walked into the room and looked for some clothes to wear, I find a pair of black skinny jeans and a black shirt with a circle one it. Black like my soul you can say, I got dress I put on some of my bracelet to cover up most of the scars, I grabbed a jacket and headed out I walked down the stair, I heard some movement in the kitchen. Crap I was hoping he would be asleep, I picked up my pace and walked toward the door I reached for the handle only to pulled back by my hood almost choking me. "We'll look who's up." He smirked I jerked away from him, which is a big mistake. "Looks like someone grow a pair." He smirks taking a few step toward me.
I backed up, until my back was to the wall. "P-please." he just laughed he was now face to face with me I could smell the alcohol on his breath, that would explain why he wasn't asleep he was getting drunk and when he drunk the beating are worse than they are before. He grabbed my hair slamming my head into the wall he whispered in my ear. "You know not to jerk away from me." He growled. I know I shouldn't have jerked away from him, and what was about to happen next is what I mostly deserve.
I felt a blow to my stomach sending me to my knees grasping for air. "P-please, stop." I breathed out. "Shut up, you pathetic piece of shit!." He yelled sending his foot into my side, I literally felt something crack. I screamed, which wasn't a good idea the kicks just kept coming harder and harder each time. He knows not to hit me somewhere visible, that happened once and I had to lie about it to his friends that came over. They probably wouldn't care if I tell them, they would probably laugh than join in.
After a couple more blows, he walked away without saying anything. I laid there crying, I taste blood in my mouth but I don't care. I should get out of here before he cames back for round 2. I got up ignoring the pain the shot through my body and limp out the door and headed to school, which I'm mostly likely gonna get another beating.
The school walk was horrible, its was like walking in hell everything was burning. I seen the school around the corner, let see how today goes. I walked up the stair into the building, I walked to my locker put up my things, that I don't need for my first class. I walked/limp to my first class, I was the first one in I walked back to my regular seat, I grabbed my note-book and started writing. Couple minutes later a few more student started to show up.
Class was about to start, when the door opened relieving Phil Lester one of the popular kids. "Mr. Lester, I believe you have a good reason why you're late." Mr. Green said. He just shrugged and walked over and seat in his normal seat, which so happened to be next to me. You could hear a couple of kid laughing, I guess because he have no choice to sit next to me I'm not really sure but I could careless.
I wasn't really paying attention, I was completely out of it that I didn't ever notice class was over until someone jerked the book I was writing in away from me. "Hey, give me that." I yelled jumping up trying to get the book, only to be pushed back down. "Now, why would we do that?" Chris smirked. Chris is one of the popular boys, along with Phil and Pj. "Because it's mine, not yours." I yelled trying to grab the book away from him again which failed again.
"Let's see what dannyboy was writing during class." Chris smirked. He couldn't read what I was writing than everything about school would be worst than what it is now. I jerk the book away from him, which I probably shouldn't have done you could literally see the anger in his eyes. He took a step forward, I back up a little I was preparing for what was about to happen. "Chris stop." I was shocked why is he stopping him? "He done nothing to you, leave him alone." Why is he taking up for me?