OK, yeah, the relationship is going fast and its just gonna keep going faster so get used to it or leave, OK? OK!

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I gave shiny belt buckle and the alarm clock to Mise, for supporting the "love speed".

I gave the tub, and bloody shirt to Lionsden for being so funny.

I gave the head board and mirror to 2DaysofInspiration because their pen name reminds me of RENT.

I gave the gym uniform and digital magnetic clock in his locker to Jojo because she had reviewed twice. :)

I gave the note books and textbooks to LivesForLifeLivesForLoveLivesForLaughter.

I gave the white shirt, grey blazer SugarHighNutcase.

I gave the faucet to mars explorer because that's all that's left to give!

I present Chapter 4 to Lost Tiger! I can't give it to you because I own it and I gave it to you then it wouldn't be my story!

Here it is:

Zack's POV.

I slipped my cell phone back in my pocket after shutting it off. I didn't want the phone to ring again to bother my Father. I read the clock. It read 8:07. I picked my bleeding body up from the carpet in my room and walked into my bathroom and turned on the tub water. I took off my blood soaked shirt off very carefully, avoiding grazing my fresh new scars. I looked at them in the bathroom mirror, and memories came flooding back like the water flowing out the faucet into the bath tub.

Flashback

My father pulled me up into my room, by my hand, and had me bend over and pulled up my shirt. He undid his favorite iron belt and slipped it off from his waist, where it once held his pants on before. Before striking, he fondled the sharp sides of his prized belt buckle. It was given to him from my mother, as I was told, for their 6th wedding anniversary. The modern gift for their year was iron.

"You disobeyed me again, Zackary! Hell, you always disobey me! So this one is for disobeying me!", he said as he made his first mark in my bare flesh with the sharp belt buckle.

I winced in pain and grabbed on to the foot board of my bed so I wouldn't fall over.

"This is for making me late to my fucking meeting!", he said with another strike, equally painful and hard.

My hands gripped tighter to my headboard.

"And this is for hanging out with that boy instead of going home, you selfish little shit!", he said with a much more painful strike.

'Freddy...', I thought. All I could think about was his cute, crooked smile, while my father went on and on about how he hated me.

"This one is for ever learning how to play the guitar! Why couldn't you've wanted be a doctor or something useful like that!", he bellowed along with another strike.

Thinking about Freddy made the strikes hurt less. I loosened my grip on the head board, which was a big mistake...

"This last one is for you ever being born you fuckin', screw up!", he yelled at the top of his lungs, smashing the buckle into my raw skin much harder that the others.

The final blow made me fall onto the floor in agony and pain.

Satisfied with the results, my father walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Then Freddy called, but I should've been nicer to him, he was only checking up on me…..

End of Flashback

I stopped staring at the gashes on my body and climbed into the bath tub. I felt at peace, listening to the running water, so at peace I fell backwards, into the faucet that gouged into my raw and bloody back. I yelped out in pain and jerked away from the plunging object. I curled into a sobbing ball, clutching my knees to my chest.

"Why me?", I cried, "Why me?".

Next day at school

I opened the heavy doors that guarded Horace Green and began running through the halls to my locker. When I reached my destination, I sat my back pack on the floor, in front of my open locker. I pulled out my note books and heavy textbooks, and plopped my bag inside. I was about to close it when I did a double take- my magnetic digital clock on the inside of my locker door read "10:27".

I knew I was late, but not that late. My Dad forgot to wake me up, or maybe he just did it on purpose as a punishment for me not waiting around for him to pick me up last night. I woke up at ten, but I was late because I had to take another shower to wash off some more blood from my back. I was in a large amount of pain. It hurt to even move because it seemed that my spine would rub up against my skin, or something.

The gashes had bled some on the bed, right through the sheets onto the mattress. I also realized when I had looked at the clock that it was time for gym class, it had started at 10:20, so I didn't think that I would be in too much trouble. I grabbed my gym uniform out of my locker before finally shutting the door. I ran off to the locker room today to find no one there, except for the person I was most dreading to see- Freddy Jones.

I was in such a rush to get into the gym and not be late that I didn't even remember to stare at Freddy's partially naked body (like I normally do), but I could feel his eyes staring at me as I turned around so he could not see the front of me. I was awful shy around most people, even though I did have a "thing" for Freddy.

I pulled up my shirt, wincing in pain from the bruises and bloody marks that the shirt grazed on. It was then that I noticed that my white shirt was slightly bloody on the back and I most certainly did not have a spare. I also realized that if I changed into my uniform it might become soiled as well. I was lucky though, I had my grey sweater vest over the white shirt before, but I was still worrying about my gym uniform when I felt his eyes on me again, on my back!

I turned around again and looked at him in his scared, wide eyes. His mouth was open as wide as his eyes- the look of utter shock.

"Wha...wha..wha..what..ha...hap...", he stuttered, trying to finish his sentence.

"Freddy. Do not tell anyone about anything! I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, I'll be ok, don't worry about me!", I said trying to convince him, and it seemed I was trying to convince my self as well.

When I was finished with my part of the conversation I pulled off my pants and slid my spandex shorts over my boxers and turned around to see Freddy staring at me, still.

"Zack?", said quietly after a while of gawking and staring at me.

"What?", I replied in a sharp, snappy voice.

I hadn't meant to snap at him, I was just rushed and worried at the same time, and those two feelings don't mix very well.

"Di...did you dad do that to you?", he asked me in the most determined way I have ever seen anybody. It was almost like he was some detective or one of the Hardy Boys.

That was the question I had been dreading the most, and I didn't want to and I wasn't prepared to answer it at the moment. I slipped my gym shirt on and winced in the pain again as the fabric rubbed against my raw skin. At that point I couldn't care less if it got bloody. I just wanted to get out of there.

"Zack?", my determined Freddy asked again.

I shoved my stuff in my gym locker and slammed the door.

"ZACK!", Freddy called yet again, louder this time.

I walked right past him and out the door. As I slammed that door I could still hear him calling out to me, eager for me to answer his question. But I didn't, I had class to go to and I didn't want to tell him anything, even though I loved him.

End of Chapter 4

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