Joey woke up in the nurses office. As he tried to sit up the nurse ran over, pushing him back down.

'You have to rest.' She scolded. 'You seem to be having a few anxiety attacks. You should be ok. You just hit your head.'

'Nghn.' Joey's eyes rolled over to the wall. No one else was here. Great. Totally alone in the place he hated most. The nurse's room.

'It's almost the end of the day, so you can go home soon.' It was the end of the day already? How long had he been out for? Not that it mattered…it was spring break! Joey laid back enjoying some sleep before the final bell sounded, and he could hear the distant noise of shoes patting against the stone floors. It was over. He'd made it to spring break. Carefully he pulled himself out of the bed, let the nurse know he was leaving and headed home.

His dad wouldn't be back yet, so he could pack his stuff. He'd tell his dad he was going camping…which was technically true.

Whilst laying half dead in school, Joey thought it best to rough it over spring break, so as to avoid his father. He could stay out and work, then get back and sleep in the park. No one would have to know and hell, it might even be a little exciting sleeping under the stars.

He got home to the locked apartment. Fumbling to get in he finally cracked open the door. He staggered back a few times after doing so. The smell was rancid. Stale alcohol, cigarettes, cannabis…and perfume. Fuck. Not good. Joey hesitantly slipped another pill into his mouth as he walked into the apartment. His eyes began to water as he looked around, not only was the smell burning him but the mess had become worse. He didn't even know how it was possible, but it was. He suddenly felt very uneasy before hearing the door slam shut and a booming voice thunder behind him.

'And where have you been.'

'Um, school?'

'Don't fucking smart talk me, you know what I mean. You fucking ran for it the other night and haven't been back for 2 days.'

'It was a friends party, sorry.'

'Don't fucking lie you worthless piece of shit. I don't even know why you bothered coming back. I don't want you. I never wanted you. Your mother never wanted you, she just couldn't afford the abortion.' Joey closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. His eyes began to burn with salted tears and he fought to keep strong. 'You know it's all true. It's your fault we got divorced. She couldn't stand the sight of you. I can't stand the sight of you, but I have to fucking deal with it every day. Deal with your short comings and failures. Deal with the fact you'll always be a disappointment. That your worthless and can't even take care of yourself.' Joey felt the sweating breath on his neck. 'I have to deal with your worthless ass until one of us dies. And guess what? It won't be me.' With that Joey felt a sharp pain across his cheek. Looking down he saw the sharp blade of a kitchen knife slowly draw on his face. He could feel the warm blood trickle down, plopping onto the floor. 'You just fucking bled on my carpet? You're making the place a mess. It's your fault no one wants to come here. You never clean up, you never tidy away and now you fucking bleed all over the place? You disgust me, you're filthy.' The knife appeared again at the blond's arm, slicing the top. Joey hitched his breath, trying not to move, or squirm or anything to make the blade slip and pierce him. He closed his eyes, the splitting of skin was almost unbearable, as relief flowed out, wrapping around his arm. 'Fucking say something!' And with that the elder Wheeler cracked Joey over the back of the head with his elbow, knocking the blond to the floor, unconscious. Not noticing the motionless body, the man kicked the blond several times in the ribs, angry for the blood spilled in his home. Fucking worthless kid, he'd pay for everything.

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sorry. It's really short. I'm really tired but I wanted to post.

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