(⚠️Warning: Abuse and attempted rape, only in the first two chapters. It will be mentioned later on in the book as well.⚠️)
Zane's POV
I was sitting outside under the bleachers, it was lunch time. My two brothers were probably being swarmed by girls again so it's not like they could keep me company, ha it's not like they're want to keep me company. I know that Gene, Sasha and Zenix weren't in today so I didn't have to worry about them coming back here and beating the crap out of me. I pulled out my phone and began texting my only true friend, SK.
Bold-IHB-Zane
Italics-SK
IHB- Hey, you there?
SK- Yeah. You ok?
IHB- I'm fine. Just really needed someone to talk to.
SK- I'm guessing that you haven't managed to make any friends since the last time we spoke, not that I have a problem with that. I'm here for you, okay?
IHB- Thanks. And no I haven't made any new friends, everyone hates me. Nobody wants to be my friend, all everyone cares about is my brothers!
SK- Damn, that must suck. But hey you've always got me!
IHB- I know and I thank you for that but I just wish I had a friend in school. Actually I just need someone to tell my worries to right now.
SK- You can tell me. I promise I'll do everything I can to help.
IHB- Yeah, ok. Well you know how I said that everyone wants to be friends with my brothers?
SK- Yeah.
IHB- Well seeing as my brothers are the most popular people in school and I'm not I've kinda become the family disappointment.
SK- I'm sure you haven't, what's given you that idea?
IHB- I have, my father makes sure to tell me every night.
SK-.........IHB?
IHB- Yeah?
SK- Dose...Dose your father do anything else?
IHB- I shouldn't really talk about it.
SK- You can trust me. And plus talking about things are supposed to help.
I put my phone down and thought for a moment. Is it really a good idea to tell SK things like this? I don't actually know who he is so this could always backfire. But it does help to talk about things and I really have anything to worry about, right? It's not like this guy knows who I am so this shouldn't really affect me that much. I pick my phone back up and start texting again
IHB- My father isn't really a nice man. If you don't do something he expected from you he gets mad.
SK- And what does he do when he gets mad?
IHB- Umm...he likes to hit me...
SK- Oh my Irene! Seriously? How often does he hit you?! Why?! How long has this been going on for?! How come your family haven't stopped him yet?!
IHB- He hits me every day, every chance he gets. It'd because I'm a disappointment and he prefers my brothers. It's been going on for just over four years. And my family doesn't care about me. Well my mother does but she still doesn't do anything. My older brother sometimes joins in as well. As for my younger brother I think he's too scared to do anything about it.
SK- That's horrible!! What kind of older brother would do that?! I have a little brother and I wouldn't let anyone hurt him, father or not!
IHB- Huh, guess you make a good brother. Anyway I have to go, bye.
SK- Ok, just know that I'm here for you. Bye.
I put my phone in my pocket and grab my bag before heading of to class. I have English, the thought of skipping crossed my mind but I quickly dismissed it. Last time I skipped class I got caught, and dad was not happy with me. I shudder at the memory and walked faster to my English class. I was on time and like every other lesson, I sat at the back of the class. It was boring and I couldn't really care about what the teacher had to say, I just wanted to go home. Ah, scratch that. I'd much rather stay at school. But sadly the lesson ended and it was time to go home. I slowly made my way home, I was also playing a game on my phone. I tripped over a lose bit of concrete and dropped my phone. I picked myself back up before quickly picking up my phone, but when I looked at it my heart stopped. It was cracked. It was only one crack going down the side but I knew that father was going to kill me for it. He checks my stuff each day to make sure that I haven't broken everything, not even a pencil. If he finds anything broken he punishes me by beating the crap out of me. But when I got home he was still working, I didn't bother coming down for dinner when my mother called me. I was just beginning to fall asleep when my door slammed open, scaring the life out of my. My father walked in and began digging through my stuff like he usually did. "Phone." He demanded, turning around and holding his hand out to me. I hesitated, he was going to kill me. "Phone. NOW!" He demanded again but with more force this time. My hand shook as I placed my phone in his hand. He looked at it, turning it over a few times, before looking back at me with absolute rage. "How dare you!" He spat as he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off my bed, throwing me to the ground. "HOW DARE YOU!!" He screeched again, kicking me in my stomach repeatedly. "How dare you break something that I gave you!! Out of the kindness in my heart as well!!" He stopped kicking me and picked me up by my hair again and pulled me close to his face. "It doesn't seem like beatings are getting us anywhere anymore. Guess I'll have to try something else." He chuckled darkly and licked his lips. I shivered, the look in his eyes scared me. Oh Irene, I hate my life. I really do.
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Hi guys!! I just wanted to apologise for how this book would turn out, I'm terrible at love stories. But I'm going to try! Before I forget, how about you guys follow me and become apart of the hive? Alright I'll see you later my little worker bees!
