a/n: in the previous chapter, I accidentally put Rose at the end instead of Rico. That's because my brother was asking me what my favorite flower was, so I accidentally typed it. Sorry!!
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Chapter Nine: I Just Wanna Make You Proud
-Rico's POV-
That whole day, people kept giving me weird looks. That annoyed me. But what annoyed me even more was that Miley found my razor. It's not like I was going to use it…I think. I'm not sure.
Things have been weird at home.
Dad's like, sober and nice to me now. He won't beat me or anything. But I don't know how long it's going to last but I hope it's for a while.
I like dad this way. Nice. It's like he was before the divorce; before he started abusing me.
"Alright, class, now take out your notebooks and write a fictional story. The topic is anything you want, so be creative." the teacher said.
I reached in my book bag and grabbed my notebook. I opened it and took out my pencil.
I Just Wanna Make You Proud
By: Rico Suarez
There was a boy of the age of twelve. He was a simple boy- smart, sweet, and nice to others. But that was at school. At home the boy led a totally different life.
His father would drink. A lot. And then he'd get drunk and beat the boy. Terribly too. His dad would hit him with his belt, with beer bottles, basically anything he could use. The boy would come to school with cuts and bruises and scars. His friends would wonder what was wrong, but he never told.
One day, the boy got into a fight at school. His dad found out and was NOT please. He was so angry, that when they got home, the beating was so brutal, the boy was almost unconscious. Dead even.
That scared him.
The boy thought he could handle his father. He didn't want his friends to know his secret. When the boy went home, his father burned his neck with a cigarette. He left a mark there, but the boy hid it well with cover up. The father said all this was because he was born.
One time, the boy was being beaten so bad, he couldn't take it anymore. Tables broke. Blood was everywhere. It was just him, his dad, and his dad's belt. The boy ran away that night. He jumped out of his bedroom window and stayed at his friends house.
His dad found him at his friend's house and took him back home. He was so angry with his son, he smashed a vase over his head. The father said it was his fault that their mother divorced them.
Deep down, he thought that was true.
The next day in school, the boy's friend questioned him about being abused. He denied it.
A couple hours later in class, the boy fell to the ground. He felt sharp pain in his side and he fell unconscious.
He woke up at the hospital. His father was there. The boy was scared. That night in the hospital, the boy didn't sleep. Part of him felt safe but part of him felt terrified.
The next few days, nothing happened. Except for one night. The dad beat him as usual. He cried and begged him to stop. He apologized for whatever he did to make his dad hate him.
The next day, it all changed.
The boy decided he needed a change. He wore all black to school and he took a razor with him. He didn't think he was going to do anything with it, but he wasn't sure. The boy's dad didn't hurt him. But he had a feeling it wouldn't last for long.
All the boy wanted was his father to love him. He wanted to make his dad proud. But he knew that his dad wouldn't love him again.
I looked up and noticed that everyone was gone. I guess I worked right through the bell. Tears were streaming down my face. I folded the story and stuck it in my pocket and ran to my next class…