Planetary

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(A/N: Ummm, so thanks for reading this and hopefully I don't add to your problems if you struggle with this stuff....again thanks for reading)

TRIGGER WARNING THROUGHOUT CHAPTER!!!!!

Damien:
I had just gotten done with a mythology piece on a friend of mine's parents' smoke shop where he sold LSD and weed when I got a call from my brother saying that he had gotten locked up in the root cellar by Norman and Ursula...Our parents.
"Hey Martian what's up?"
His voice was wobbly. "I got locked up."
"Did they hurt you?" I asked to make sure that it was just his anxiety causing his voice to shake. "I'm bleeding." He answered. I threw the can of plum purple in my duffel with the phone pressed between my shoulder and ear, Jupiter Poland was sitting on top of the closed dumpster vaping. "What's got your panties in a twist D?" She asked, I glared at her. "Parents?"
"You guessed it, Poland!" I exclaimed sarcastically, Jupiter pulled her shaggy hair into a mini bun with the vape between her teeth. "I knew I was smartie!" She cackled, I ran my paint stained hand through my blue and black hair, Mars was still on the line. "Hey bro, I'll be there in like ten minutes...hold out til then alright." I told him, Mars's breathing was rapid. "I'll try..." His voice had gotten wobblier, "See you soon." I hung up the phone before taking the respirator which was covered in band stickers and spray paint off from where it was sitting on my neck. Jupiter finished tying her hair back while I was on the phone with my brother and was leaning against the brick wall with her foot against it; she was wearing her Converse and her normal alt aesthetic clothes. "Come on emo, I don't gots all day." She whined, contrary to what she had just said I was more punk than emo although I did like My Chem and Pierce the Veil. "You walked here Jupiter, walk back home." I threw my bag into the backseat of my stick shift Camaro that I had bought off some guy in the downtown area. "But why can't I go with you?" She asked in a whiny tone. "I live in a bad area, also you don't like the music I play." I reminded her, Jupiter stamped her foot making her pony bead bracelets click against each other. "We could listen to Paramore.." She suggested with her hand on the passenger side door. "Um no, also Mars sits in the passenger seat." I answered.
"What bands do you listen to?"
"The Ramones, Nirvana, Sex Pistols." I rattled off a few bands that I had on my playlist. Jupiter sighed. "Lana Del Ray?" She asked me, I fixed her with a look that probably conveyed more than I needed it too because she didn't mention Salvatore. "What about Chappell Roan?" She asked,  I stared at her. "H-O-T-T-O-G no." I deadpanned before getting into the driver's seat. Jupiter slid into the back seat still pouting. "How about Doja Cat?" She wouldn't let up! I turned my phone on and scrolled through my playlist eventually turning on Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit. "This sucks." Jupiter pouted. "You can walk if you want." I reminded her once we were on the freeway.

Do I even need to say that Jupiter complained and made fun of my taste in music the whole way to my parents place? I don't think I do, after a couple Misfits songs Jupiter hijacked my phone and for the last two minutes she played some Youtube guy's music. His name was Noah, something I forgot. I pulled into the driveway and turned my car off. Before I actually got out of the car I took my phone away from Jupiter making sure to grab the lock picks I had in the glove compartment. Jupiter took her vape out of her jacket pocket and started vaping. "I'll be back, I would tell you to roll down a window but the neighborhood's fucking dodgy." I got out of the car sliding the case of lock picks into my cargo pants and straightened my shirt. I didn't care about what my parents thought. I just didn't like how wrinkled shirts felt on my torso.
I walked up the front steps and surprisingly I found the door unlocked which of course meant my parents weren't abusing my teenage brother. Ursula was sitting on the couch reading a book as if it was the most normal afternoon, for her maybe it was; Norman was next to her with the belt next to him and a tall cup of beer in his hand with foam on top. "Damien, why are you here?" Ursula asked, Norman of course set his alcohol down and picked up the black leather belt  beside him. "I came to see Mars." I gave them a half truth, if I was able to I would've hopped the damn fence but there was barbed wire strung above the privacy fence. "No you're not darling." Ursula stood and came over to me. "Give Mummy a hug." She said venomously, I glared at her. "No, I'm here for Mars not to play nice with you fucks." I spat, that comment got me slapped with the belt across the face belt buckle side up. "I'll say it again Damien, give Mummy a hug." Her voice was toxically sweetened. "And I'll say it again, No." Another smack, Norman seemed to be enjoying my defiance. "Don't hit me again." I warned him, Ursula had somehow gotten close enough and she lifted my shirt; was I underweight YUP, did I also have problems eating and keeping it down? Yes, yes I did, anybody want to guess why I might have an eating disorder? I was staring both reasons in the eye. "You're so skinny." She commented, I backed away. "Don't." I snapped, Norman snapped the belt as some sort of warning. Ursula smiled cruelly at me. "You can't keep running Damien, it'll catch up with you eventually." She crooned, reaching for the silver hoop I had in my right ear. "Don't touch me you psychotic bitch!" I growled,
"You should eat more." She tutted, I should've moved out of range when I was able to;  the next thing I knew Norman had me pinned against the wall by my throat. "You ungrateful bastard." Norman's breath smelled like Coors beer.
I grinned sardonically at his choice of words. "If only the last part was true." I managed, Norman's face turned red and his meaty fist tightened around my neck restricting my oxygen further before he smacked my face with just the belt buckle this time. "Any smartass comments now retard?" Norman asked me knowing full well that I probably wouldn't be able to answer him. I still managed a raspy laugh. "Anything else?" Norman asked, I blinked slowly. "Bastard.." I breathed, Ursula ripped the hoop in my ear out forcefully after she knew I was busy trying to stay conscious. "Son of a bitch!" The pain was instant, a second later I felt blood running down the side of my neck. Norman hit me again probably because I used the word bitch though I used the "f word" a minute ago. "Language dear." Ursula crooned, black spots started walking in and out of my vision when the door opened and I heard Jupiter's voice. "Damien you in her-" She seemed shocked at my predicament as she stood stock still in the doorway with her hand still on the knob. "Run." I rasped, Norman tightened his grip further making the black spots become bigger and more often. "Run!" I shouted, the shout was more like a dog with his vocal cords clipped but my bedazzled partner in crime got the message and split like a fucking banana... "Poor decision Damien...she could've helped you." Norman taunted, I couldn't say anything anymore I was barely fucking conscious; Norman and Ursula had some sort of conversation before I was let go collapsing to the floor wheezing. "You're a weak fa***t." Norman stepped on my hips before leading his wife upstairs probably for a celebratory fucking with champagne. My body was breaking. Like really bad, I sat myself up against the wall trying to catch my breath when Jupiter and some guy in a paramedic uniform came into the house, the guy had rainbow tinted sunglasses on his head and his red brown hair was close cropped. "Hey Jupes, go get Mark." the paramedic told Jupiter, she nodded curtly then left the house. The paramedic knelt in front of me. "You with me buddy?" He asked, I nodded.
"From the looks of it you were strangled.." the paramedic was staring at my throat. "No shit Sherlock." I coughed, my voice raspier than usual; the paramedic noticed the welts on my face and the blood from Norman's belt buckle and my ripped ear. "Jupiter said you needed me." a mocha colored guy in an identical uniform came in with a first aid kit. "I need to get up..." I said, my voice was still shit, both paramedics looked at me like I was crazy. "You need to be examined." The paramedic in front of me answered. "Gimme some fucking tissues." I snapped, the paramedics looked at each other and I kinda knew what would happen if I didn't get my ass up. "Son.." the standing paramedic started to say.
"I'm...not your son." I growled at the paramedic pulling myself up with some help from the wall. "D, let them help you." Jupiter tried, I glared at her. "You fucking....promised you wouldn't call anybody if I told you." I dragged myself outback supporting myself on the house siding, not giving two shits if I bled out, which was highly unlikely; I needed to get Mars out of the root cellar....