Inflicted Apon Me- 3


I stepped off the bus and walked onto the side walk, right in front of my house as the bus drove off down the road to the other neighboring homes and subdivisions. I turned my attention back to my house.

I unlocked the door with my key and went inside closing it behind me before I walked into the kitchen to get to the stair case that led up to the bed rooms. It was then that I had noticed the quietness surrounding me. There wasn't a sound to be heard through out the house. If you could count the refrigerator humming with it's motor. Of course it was a very often sight to see the house to be empty with only me in it since my parents worked until late.

Of course I didn't have a problem with it, it gave me time to think and relax myself. Not to mention actually practice my guitar without causing to much of a ruckus.

I looked around into the family room for one last check before I made my way up the dark wooden stairs, hearing them creek under my feet. Once I got into my room I threw off my jacket and backpack before I landed on the bed face first. I thought about my unusual day at school, remembering the strange "new guy" who had pulled me into the janitors closet just to ask me why I had cut myself and why I had punched him earlier in gym. I recalled the strange words he said to me in gym.

"Did he really like me?" I muttered to myself. I felt the tense feeling of heat rising to my face as I thought further about it. He had said "maybe". But then again... what was I thinking? I told myself I didn't have time for stuff like that. Crushing, I mean. . . especially on another guy-

I felt my heart jerk against my chest as I came to realize. I was crushing on Alex Thorne...of all people, why him?! The shock from it left me stunned to realize I was. . . gay. I stared at the wall wide eyed as I thought further about it. I had never noticed this aspect about myself before. Was I really, no- that wasn't like me. I mean I had no problem saying what I thought to other people I was just born blunt, but to admit to myself that I had been into guys this entire time was hard to digest.

I had never really showed any relationship interests in girls, at least when I was younger but as I grew older I obliviously started showing a spark of affection for the male sex, It only shocked me more once I realized I hadn't just gotten into this feeling but I had been absentmindedly liking guys for a long while. More then I had realized.

I pushed back my hair still not believing my own reveling thoughts. After I waited a moment to collect and calm myself I decided to label my interests with Alex to just be a fling, a fling that didn't mean anything.

Sure I liked him now but those feelings were going to diminish in a matter of days. But I couldn't help but to question why I had fallen for Thorne out of all the other guys in school.

He was good looking. Sure. But that didn't feel like the true reason. Was it because he had faced me more times then any other person had ever done in the entire three years I had been enrolled in Weslyn High. Truth be told he had tried to interrogate me twice that day and he had talked to me more then anyone else had in just this one day, usually no one talked to me. He was...different, that must have been the reason why I found feelings for him.

I sincerely stared down at my bandaged wrist only to snap myself out of my daze. I got up and slammed my fist against the wall bringing my forehead against it before closing my eyes. No. I reached up a hand and covered my face with it. What is wrong with me? He's just like every one else. Idiotic class mates who don't give a shit about anyone but themselves or the specific social groups they put themselves into, he could never understand what I'm going through even if I told him the true reasons why I cut myself on purpose. I sighed and walked over to my electric guitar sitting in it's stand. I grabbed the long handle and swung the strap over my head so it hung around my neck.

I crouched down and pluged in my bass and connected an extension cord from my guitar to the bass itself to make the sound louder. I then stood up and placed my pale fingers atop the correct cords of the shiny black head of my instrument and played to my hearts content at least until the bothersome thoughts of that day went away into the far off debts of my mind. The enjoyable sound vibrated through out my room and pulsed in my body with a small spark of excitement.

I strummed and placed my fingers in quick motions along the thin silver strings that let out a piercing sound that cut the air around me. I had been practicing so much in my room for the past few months that I was able to move my fingers in the letter positions among the strings more frequently with a quick unhesitant finger play. I was way faster then when I had started out with three years ago.

I closed my eyes and rocked my head to the sound that I was emitting letting my black fringe fan over my face reaching down to the tip of my nose. I refused to cut the sharp black strands of my own hair even though my mom wanted me to get a hair cut, I wouldn't allow it.

I played my afternoon lessons to myself until night fall came. Well... enough that the sun was still over the horizon. I strummed one last note before I heard the front door open from down stairs and soon footsteps came into the house.

I suspected it was mom since dad didn't come home until late. All the reasons of how he was cheating on mom is what I suspected. I dropped my guitar back into it's stand and unplugged the bass completely before stepping down the stair case to greet my mom.

I stepped onto the dark wooden floor into the kitchen and turned around the corner to walk in the entrance hallway only to see my dead beat father making out with another women. My dads back was facing me while the women he was kissing had a full view point of my aggravated expression. Her eyes widened slightly and then she pushed herself away from my dad who in turn asked her what was the matter. She then with a very shiny polished nail pointed at me.

My dad turned around shock taking over his face. He turned back to the women and excused himself from her. He turned back to me pathetically." Lets have a chat son," he said urging me with a hand on the small of my back into the kitchen where I pulled myself away from his touch and sat on the wooden stairs, elbows resting on both of my thighs as my hands drooped in between my spread out legs.

My dad pinched the bridge of his nose in a thoughtful manner with one arm crossed over his chest he then looked up at me quickly and surprising hissed at me as he yelled just below a whisper." What are you doing here?"

I was perplexed by his outburst. What did he mean "what was I doing here?" I got out of school before either of them got out of work. He knew this.

"I get out of school before you get off of work. Remember?" I snapped back, annoyed that he had brought another women into the house that wasn't my mother.

"Don't get loud at me." He slurred getting all up in my face. I could smell the alcohol off of his breath and it made me sick, so sick in fact I shoved him away causing him to take a few steps back and hit against the chair that belonged to the dinner table. He hissed quietly in pain as his side hit against the hard wooden part of the chair.

I didn't feel remorse for him one bit, the scene in front of me only made me smirk with approval. I watched as he gave me an angry look and walked out of the kitchen, I heard him speak to the women telling her he'd see her the tomorrow night. I squinted my eyes in disgust he was going to keep seeing her even if his own son had witnessed him cheating.

I heard the front door close as the women said her flirtatious good bye.

I stood up on the stairs as I heard "The Man" come back into the kitchen and face me again. I decided to call him that from now on not feeling the need to call him my father. He pointed at me as he rounded the corner.

"Don't think that you're not in trouble for that little stunt! I think you could learn a lot if you were grounded and I don't mean in your room I mean out side, I know how much you'd like to stay in your room but know that I pay the bills around here! And you're going to show me respect!"

I turned around making my way up the stairs again. "Some respect, and why should I do that? You're a sorry excuse of a father and you're ordering me around after I just witnessed you kiss that women that wasn't mom, don't think that you have the nerve to be mad at me I'm the one who should be yelling at you for doing something so stupid!" I snapped continuing my way upstairs. I ignored his earlier saying about me being grounded and sleeping out side. The hell was wrong with him?

I had been to caught up in my thoughts to realize a quick stomping coming up the steps and I failed to keep my balance as my hair was yanked back forcing my head back, I fell down the stairs rolling hard and painfully on the hard wood until I felt the cold surface of the wooden floor below me and the throbbing pain in my back and head. My vision went spinning as I felt a strong tug on my shirt and I was thrown onto the hard carpeted floors of the family room I groaned as I landed uncomfortable.

My vision grew blurry until I somewhat focused on the black work shoes in front of my eyes. I tried to pick myself up but I was disregarded with that action as I felt a swift kick in my gut that washed all the air from my lungs. I let out a harsh grunt before breathing in quick patterns through my open mouth, trying to fill my lungs again even with the painful ache my abdomen gave every time my stomach moved upwards, but once more my actions were halted as soon as I felt a hard slap across my face.

It threw me to the side from it's force. I coughed harshly as I finally regained air in my lungs from the slap that left my cheek tingling from how hard it had been. I looked around myself as my body ached with the new set of unsettling pain that hadn't been caused by a knife this time.

"You have some nerve, boy!" spoke the drunken voice of "The Man" above me. I was in shock as realization hit me. He had hit me! caused all this pain on me, and for what, I was only stating the truth. Never in my life had either of my parents laid a finger on me but now my dad seemed to not care about that any more.

"Oh and by the way, your mother will be gone for the night and as for tomorrow night as well, she was called on a business trip and will be back on Wednesday. So now we get to finally spend some quality time together. Just you...and me." His voice was rugged and had no sympathy for what he was currently doing to me.

I shivered from the words that ran past his lips so freely with such a tense edge to them that they made me slightly frightened. What was he planning to do while she was gone. Just the obviousness in his voice made me think he was going to keep hitting me.

But all thoughts of it ceased once he yanked me by my hair again. Pain coursed through my body as he did this, dragging me like I was nothing but a dog that had lost it's way.

I yelled at him to stop as I gripped his wrist and tried to get his tight hold away from my scalp. I only screamed in response as he threw my head against the wall causing my vision to see stars and black dots, I was disoriented. The threat of tears stung my eyes as he roughly continued to yank at me but this time by my shirt pulling me forward close to his face where I could smell the stench of his alcoholic breath once again.

"I may be drunk but I still realize that you can rat out on what you've seen me do tonight. So let me make a deal for you."

My breathing was harsh as it came out in quiet huffs. I was still in so much pain that I still couldn't breath straight. If I breathed in to much my sides would emit an ache that had been caused from falling down the stairs but I had to force myself to breath since I so desperately needed it after what had just happened.

You tell no one about this or else I'll hurt her much worse then I'm doing to you now...," His grip tighten around my shirt. His alcoholic breath was all I could smell at this point. I knew what he was talking about. He planned to hurt my mother, his own wife just to keep a stupid secret of having sex with other women unknown, it angered me but I hesitated to show it as I considered his words.

What was happening, how had this escalated so quickly into something so bad. I thought about his words and I reluctantly said I would keep this a secret between us knowing that I couldn't go to the police since the very man hitting me worked as the top boss of the station he would figure it out immediately and then he would kill her. I wasn't about to be selfish when it came to my mom, I didn't care what happened to me but to her was whole different story.

"The Man" let go of me and I fell against the floor and grunted in pain as I hit my back too hard for comfort.

"Good." was all he said before walking off up the stairs as I heard the creaking sound of they made whenever weight was but onto them. I picked myself up off the floor slowly and painfully. The amount of pain I was feeling ached my entire body as I limped and leaned against the rail on the stairs holding me as a support. I couldn't believe what had just happened, it all felt so unreal but the tears rolling down my red face caused me to believe that every second had indeed happened.

He's just drunk...He's drunk. It'll be okay by tomorrow. I tried to tell myself in thought to relieve the panic deep inside but my mind argued with me that things wouldn't be getting better. My day had officially gotten worse and I hadn't seen it coming until to late. It had already happened and now it would continue until I decided a course of action.