A/N: (I don't own BTR again). So, a new chapter. I think I uploaded it pretty fast (or so it seems, days are flying by :|), I'm sorry it's rather short but I promise the next chapter will be longer!
Review please (Man I feel pathetic for asking it xD)
C5
CARLOS POV
School is killing me. Why does it always seem so long before it ends when you want it to end already? Why is time flying when you're having fun and go terribly slow when you want it to pass? I waited for the bell to ring and as soon as it did, I grabbed my bag and couldn't resist running to home instead of walking.
I was out of breath when I came home. I think that's why I didn't notice my dad's car. I unlocked the door – I didn't even notice it wasn't necessary since the door already had been unlocked – and got inside. I hated myself. I mean, why can't I be attentive for just ONE time? I should have noticed everything. The car, the unlocked door, even the TV was on when I got in. Really, I should've noticed, but I was still thinking about what happened at school.
'YOU.' I looked up when I heard my dad's voice. 'Where have you… been?'
'School.' I almost whispered, getting nervous because I was alone with my dad again. I didn't even had time to recover from the last time, and I knew what was coming. Again. I realized I actually feared my dad. Being with him got on my nerves and I wanted these feelings to go away. The point was… my dad didn't think about it that way. All he wanted to do was to let out his problems and emotions. Darn, that guy should learn to control his emotions.
'Stop it!' I yelled, something I really shouldn't do. Yelling only made it worse, but what was the point of everything getting worse? I didn't even care anymore. That scared me more than anything. Not the point that my father was actually abusing me (it's still hard to think of abusing. I'd rather see it as patting me. A little too hard though), but the fact that I didn't even care anymore. All I wanted was to live a happy life. Why couldn't I? What did I do wrong? Was I like a robber or a rapist in a earlier life or something? This couldn't be happening without a reason. I mean, come on, why would someone do that? There must be reason for it. Maybe it was that I looked a tiny bit like my mother.
His fist met with my stomach again, with my head and my arm. Again. The only thing I was really afraid of was that he'd hit my head again. Someone told me, at least 8 years ago, that it could cause great damage, and that's why I always wore my helmet. I wished I had my helmet on, but all I could do about it now was covering my head with my arms, hoping my dad was too far gone to notice.
I was about to pass out I think, when my dad's phone started ringing. Saved by the bell. I got up as soon as possible, running (okay, not running, that was hurting me too much. Let's say fast-walking) to my room. I opened the door and slammed it shut, locking it immediately. I collapsed after I locked the door, thinking about who called my dad. Who may have saved my life.
I was totally sure I deserved this. I just had to figure out why exactly I deserved this.
I woke up the next morning, surprisingly without a headache. Just a little, so everything that happened Saturday didn't seem so bad after all. I got up, changed my clothes, grabbed my helmet for security and climbed out of the window again. I have to admit that it was kinda dangerous, since I broke the drainpipe, but somehow I managed to get out safe.