Hi guys! this is my first story - first chapter
Rolling down his cheek the tear was short lived as it was smacked off his face with a rough palm "dragged up you!" he shouted at the quivering boy with a scowling face, he gritted his teeth "son" he sighed and ran a sweaty palm through his black rough hair "Not brought up, dragged up I tell you" His face was on fire his breathing heavy. He lanced for the nearest thing to him, a rolled up, thick newspaper, with a swift move he retracted the paper back and struck the boys head, the boy took a shaking hand and placed it to the lump forming on his head from where he has bounced off the cupboard.
"I'm done!" Shouted the man as he stormed towards the door, on a war path "Gary please!" Shouted a hoarse voice from the retro kitchen
"No, Sam - I can't do this any more" The man said as he twisted the cold handle on the door, ignoring the advances of the noticeably desperate woman.
"Can't do wha- Dougie? We can give him up - I need you!" Cried the woman, almost on her knees sobbing in to the frail palms on her cold hands
The boy was still cowering in the corner putting a small finger on his swollen bleeding lip and his other palm on his throbbing lump on his head.
That was when he heard the piercing scream, the woman wrestling the door, scratching it. The boy peered out the window and saw the man rampaging down the street, the woman sliding down the door crying, he wept up the blood and closed his eyes.
The woman ran outside hastily "Gary!" She screamed in a last ditch attempt to get him to come back, Dougie didn't know and didn't want to know why his mother loved that monster, all he did was abuse him.
"Look Sam, I advised you to get an Abort-" He stopped as he saw the prying eyes of the blonde child, and continued to walk away.
Dougie ran upstairs to his old worn room and sobbed in a corner, no one loved him, no one cared for him, hardly anyone knew he existed, he was nothing, probably the piece of dirt you find on your shoe, or the dust you dismiss off your shelf, the fact was, he had nothing to live for, he closed his eyes in his frozen room and hoped that maybe he wouldn't make it to the morning.
The next morning he opened his piercing grey eyes and looked at his blonde hair spilling onto the pillow, he got up, he had made it to the morning, but he wished he hadn't, his lip was still swollen and so was his head, as well as a purple bruise making up his face, he sighed and got ready for school. His mother was sat in a reclined chair, a bottle of booze in one hand and the other lopping over the side of the chair he shook his head and exited swiftly closing the cracked door.
This was to be his second day at the new school, although he was 16, he was very small and afraid (of his dad that was) , however he had been to Juvi and knew how to handle himself, defend for himself and how to treat others.
He was pretty good looking, he knew that but didn't like to think it, he didn't deserve to look good - you expect people from juvi to look rough, but he had almost flawless skin, blonde hair and grey eyes, he hated it.
As he walked into school he shoved his hands into his torn jeans and looked around, biting the lip piercing he got in Juvi. His hair was all flipped to the side and his eyes wondered the walls he occasionally got glances and heard whispers around him but he ignores them.
The bell had rang and he didn't know where room 'E392' was - to him it sounded like a cell number, he was walking along the deserted corridor until a girl with long brunette hair, glowing blue eyes and books in her hand, as well as the distinctive cheer uniform walked confidently past.
"Hey handsome" she winked as she walked past him smiling, he knew how to get a girl to tell him everything, he knew how to charm, he knew how to 'get' with them, he'd done it numerous times before.
"Where's room E392?" He said back in a roughed tone, she smiled seductively back then just laughed.
"Its english, the E is for English you see - and it happens to be my lesson, care to come?" She offered "I'm Thia Fletcher - Tom's sister" she said expecting him to be amazed that she was his sister, but he didn't know who Tom Fletcher was, truth is he was one of the most popular boys at school, he shrugged.
"Dougie... Dougie Poynter" he says under his breath. But loud enough for her to hear.
"So Dougie, what are you waiting for?" She says happily as she jumps off gesturing him to follow
"A reason to be here" he said in a hushed tone, before he set off for English.