Bully Me
So, to start this story we will begin with 16 year-old Jasper. His mother died when he turned 3 and now he just lives with his dad. He tries his best to do everything good but for his dad it is never good enough.
"JASPER WHITLOCK! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" Jasper ran down the stairs hearing his father yell at him. Soon, Jasper was face to face with his father but in his hand he held Jasper's report card and a leather belt in the other.
"Yes, dad."
"What the fuck is this!"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Really! You don't! Well, explain to me how you got a D- in Geometry!"
"Oh, well we had this test and I failed the test but it was really hard!"
"I don't give a damn about how hard the dumb test was! You should have ace the damn thing!" Before Jasper could say anything else his dad raised his hand with the belt in it and whipped Jasper on the side of his leg. The young boy tried to run away from the dad but the father was much faster. He quickly grabbed his son's arm and kept whipping at his legs but Jasper kept moving so the belt would sometime hit the side of his stomach.
Soon the whipping slowed and the father had stopped. He went to his room and just left his son crying on the floor.
Jasper slipped on his shoe as he got ready to leave the house once his shoe were on he grabbed his backpack and he started his walk to school. Jasper school wasn't that far away but it was a nice and peaceful walk but just like every other morning Jasper hoped for the best that the boys don't mess with him at school today.
Riiing! The bell signaled that it was the end of the day. Jasper was happy because at school none of the boys messed with him but just as Jasper hit the corner of his street his smile quickly faded.
"Well,Well,Well if it isn't the little bitch from school." Jasper didn't like were this was heading as he slowly backed up into a tree.
"Please don't hurt me." Jasper tried to beg his way out of this one.
"Why not? Plus it is time to show you who runs this school." Once that was said the boy and his little group came up to Jasper and started to swing. One of the guys punched him in the face while the other two each had one of his arms in their hands. The guy who was punching him in the face moved to his stomach. Jasper tried his best to pull away from the guys but they were to strong for him.
The boys let go of Jasper's arms and he made a mad dash to get out of there but they quickl grabbed him and threw him back.
"Did we say we are done with you?" The leader of the group said with venom leacking through his words. They all started to kick Jasper. Where ever they saw a open space they would kick. Jasper struggled to move from them but kept failing. Sooner or later the kicks slowed and the pain got worse. The three young boys left leaving Jasper in the cold winter day. The young man struggled getting up but soon was up and walking home. On his walk home it started to pour rain. Jasper always hated his life but never as much as he hates it right now.
As Jasper entered his house something was completely wrong. It was too quiet but he soon found out as he walked into the living room. On the couch was his father with empty bottles surrounding him. Jasper started to worry he wanted to bolt right back out the door. His father slowly but a little wobbly got up and walked right up to Jasper.
" It is your fault." When those words left his father's mouth he was thrown backwards into the glass table. Jasper was really shocked that his father would do this to him but that thought quickly left his head as his dad began to punch him in the face.
"Little prick! You killed her!" Jasper already knew who he was talking about. His mother. They both missed her but this wasn't the way to solve it. Jasper's father pulled him up by the collar and threw him against the wall. Jasper head was starting to hurt more and more. He also started to feel the blood drip down his face faster and faster. His vision was slowly getting blurry as he father kept slamming his head against the wall.
"You should be the one dead instead of her!" Was the final words that left his dad mouth as Jasper felt something sharp go through his stomach. As Jasper looked down he noticed that it was a knife that his dad grabbed of the table. He was in complete shock as his life flashed before his eyes but before he was dead he remebered something. A slow tear felled down his cheeck as he thought of it. Today would have been his mom's birthday.
I hope you like. Eh, I know should be working on The Hunter but it is at a sucky point right now and I kinda got writer's block. That sucks. I hope you liked the story. Next is Rosalie's.
