Hello everyone, thanks for checking my story out! This is my first time writing a story like this but I'm really excited about it. I'm having fun writing it and I hope you'll enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoy writing it.

Hopefully you won't want to kill me by the time this story is finished though (I'll admit, I feel sorry for Eren .)

This was also previously posted on my wattpad account ( dreamsofclearskies99), so if it looks familiar that may be why.

I apologize for any grammatical errors. I really tried to fix everything!

Anyway, please enjoy~

Eren's POV

Everyday was always the same. It had the same routines, had the same outcomes. The alarm clock would go off at 6 am, waking me up to face the living hell known as my life. I would get up and slowly get dressed, trying in vain to ignore the lingering pain that never seemed to go away. After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, I would try, try, to leave the house as quietly as I could, so as not to wake up my dad. Sometimes I was successful, sometimes I wasn't.

Today was another mission failed. As I closed the gap between myself and the front door, I stepped on a beer can, causing the metal to shrink in on itself, filling the room with a metallic crinkling sound. I whipped my head around, anxiously waiting to see if Dad had woken up. Luckily he still sat in the chair snoring, his head dipped down with a beer can still clutched in his hand.

"Thank God," I mumbled quietly, although the concept of God had become something of a mystery to me. It didn't seem fair that a loving god could possibly let me suffer day in and day out, yet at the same time I had been taught Christian beliefs all my life, so I guess I said it more out of habit than as a showcase of personal faith. My religion, among many other things, was ambiguous.

Just as I set my foot outside, I felt a strong, calloused hand close tightly around my wrist. I slowly turned, my eyes widening in fear, to come face to face with my father. Dammit, I thought, it would have been nice not to start the day off with another beating.

"What the hell have I told you about waking me up in the morning?" He questioned. His breath reeked of all the beer he had drunk the night before. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and turned away. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He used his free hand to clamp it around my jaw and turned my head so that I once again had to look into that ugly face of his. The grip around my wrist tightened. It was obvious that he expected some kind of answer.

"I didn't know the can was there, so I stepped on it by accident," I stated plainly, not bothering to apologize. This earned me a slap across the face and a swift kick in the gut. I sucked in a pained breath and sunk down to my knees, clutching at my stomach.

My stomach had been bruised badly a couple of nights ago when I couldn't clean the dishes fast enough. This, combined with my new wounds, was enough to make black spots bloom across my vision.

Dad walked over and yanked me up by the hair. He was so close that our noses were nearly touching. "This had better be the last time you wake me up, boy. Next time I won't go so easy." After finishing his statement, he abruptly let go of me and walked to his bedroom. I hit the floor with a hard thud, biting my tongue in the process. I tasted blood. Great, something else to add to my list of injuries, I thought sarcastically.

I begrudgingly picked myself up, with much effort, and grabbed my things. I couldn't even imagine what I looked like. I tried to avoid looking at myself in mirrors as much as possible. The fact that I was letting my dad abuse me was humiliating enough, but to see the extent of his damage was just too much.

Hopefully things wouldn't be so bad at school, but then again, that all depended on one thing: would I see him today or not? Deciding to find out the answer, I opened the door quietly and broke out into a run in the brisk morning air. The stinging pain of the cold as it rushed by my face was nothing compared to the aching pain I felt everyday.

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