The Broken Boy |✔️|

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My internal alarm clock wakes me up at an unknown hour of the morning. As I try to sit up I groan at the immense pain in the abdomen caused by none other than father dearest. Knowing that he hates when he doesn't get served breakfast in the morning, I get out of bed and deal with the pain as I get in the shower.

I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt.... basic I know.

Before I go any farther, let me introduce myself. My name is Grayson Calder, I am 17 years old and in my senior year of highschool, ever since freshman year I have been bullied for being 'too skinny' and people call me names like 'stick', 'twig', 'anorexic' and I get beat up almost everyday. Whether it be from guys at school or my father. Everyday people make it their mission to humiliate me and make my life hell, but what these fuckwits don't know is that it already is. Im skinny because  I'm abused. Ive been abused since my mother died when i was 7, yep thats right. Ive been abused for 10 years. I know how to survive by now, i take the hits and dont cry, hes sees it as week, no friends. EVER. my dad has made it very clear that if i had any friends and they figured it out, them and myself would be dead. And lastly no telling. This ones obvious.

My dad makes me make him breakfast in the morning but only lets me eat sometimes, I can't even eat at school because they make you pay and there is no way in hell my father would ever give me money. Hence why i'm so skinny. I used to play soccer when i was little and i had many friends, then my mom died. My dad made me quit soccer, started hitting me and stopped feeding me. Now im this pathetic thing i call myself.

So yeah, my daily routine is usually, wake up from the beating dad gave me last night, shower, make him breakfast, go to school, come home and get starved and hit again, and repeat.

I rush downstairs quickly and make eggs and pancakes for him. I put the plate on the table for him and I rushed out of the house and basically run to school since school starts in 15 minutes and I missed the bus.

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As I walk into school I'm met by stares of disgust by every single person in the hallway. I keep my head down and fast walk to my locker. As I'm getting my books out for the first half of the day, I hear heavy footsteps coming towards me. I immediately know who it is. My locker snaps shut nearly taking off my fingers as I turn towards him "yes Jake?"

"Oh I'm sorry did you say something stick?" He and all of his friends laugh.

"Jake what do you want?" I'm already tired of this conversation and I just got here.

"I just came here to rough you up a bit..... stick"
And with that, he dumps a cold ass smoothie all over me. And I mean all over me.

I look down at my newly ruined shirt, but all I can think about is that I hate that name so fucking much. I clench my hands into fists at my side and grind my tech together. "Oh what, is sick getting mad? What are you gonna do, hit me?" He challenges.

I don't get to respond before he grabs me by the collar and brings his fist back to punch. As soon as he's inches from my face, I brace for impact when suddenly a hand comes up and grabs Jake's fist from hitting me. Jake looks puzzled until he sees the culprit.

Standing next to Jake, gripping his hand until her knuckles turned white, was a girl. She had dark brown hair, green eyes, and she had on a huge sweatshirt that had to be at least 2 sizes bigger in her, with a leather jacket over it, black ripped skinny jeans, and black combat boots.

She looks at Jake with so much anger, I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. She pushes him away from me which causes me to fall on my ass and wince from my prior bruises.

"What the fuck dude! Do you like beating up random people for no reason?!" she half yelled at Jake.

"Why do you care? He's nothing but a worthless piece of trash, and we've been trying to tell him that for years but he just won't go." Jake sneered.

"Are you listening to yourself right now? Why do you even hate him so much?" I don't know who this girl is but thank the fucking lord that's she's here right now standing up for me.

"Because, look at him! He's so skinny and gross."

"Okay, listen here you little self absorbed shit. If I ever see you picking on or hitting him, I will personally see to that you will have a long, excruciating death. Do you understand me? I'm sure the X4 won't like that you're picking on him. Maybe I'll call them." She puts a hand on her chin like she's thinking.

"NO! It's okay." And with that the bell rang and everyone scurried off to class. Well... everyone, except her.

"Hey are you okay?" She squats down next to me.

I look up at her "yeah. Yeah I'm fine" but as I try and sit up my whole body aches so I wince and fall back down.  "Okay so you're obviously not fine. Here, come on" she grabs both my forearms and helps me up. I grab my stomach in an attempt to ease the pain.

"Why did you help me?"

"I don't like seeing innocent people get hurt."
She notices my arm round my waist and how much spin I'm in so she grabs my other wrist and starts pulling me. "Where are we going?"

"We, are going to go make a detour to my locker" she brings me to her locker and pulls out a little bag. She then pulls me again but this time we stop outside of the girls bathroom. Before I could protest, she pushes me in, checks for anyone else in there, and locks the door.

"Sit on the sink counter" she orders me as she puts the bag down.

"Haha what?"

"Sit. On. The. Counter." She gives me one of those looks as to say 'do not fuck with me'.

She comes over to me and starts to lift up the bottom of my smoothie filled shirt but I quickly stop her. She can't know. No one can know.

"No no no no. Stop stop. You can't do that." I reply frantically pushing her hand away. I start breathing bf heavily when she puts her hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to ask questions if that's what you're worried about. I just want to help you. Okay?" As I look into her eyes I see that she's actually being genuine. On the outside she looks like a total bad girl, but she's actually nice.

I slowly nod so she lifts up my shirt and gasps at my completely black and blue covered torso. There is not one spot of sling left unbruised. "Listen, I have to feel around and make sure nothing is broken okay? This might hurt." I nod and I feel her start to lightly lush and feel a hand on my abdomen. It didn't hurt too much until she spot a certain spot and I yelp in pain.

"Okay so good news and bad news, good news is, you're gonna heal. Bad news is, you have a dislocated rib and I'm gonna have to pop in back in." My eyes grow wide. She rummages through her book bag and pulls out a pencil. "Put this in between your teeth and bite on it to suppress your yells."

I do as she tells and I feel her start pushing on my ribs with one of her hands. To say it hurt a lot would be an understatement. My screams are slightly muffled buy the pencil. I grab her extra hand that isn't causing me pain and squeeze it as hers as hard as i can and she squeezes back.

I put my forehead on her shoulder and I hear a 'pop' as she sighs. She takes her hand away but I don't take my head off her shoulder. I keep my head there and let the tears fall freely. All of a sudden, I feel the arms wrap around me and I am engulfed in a much needed hug. I hug her back and we stay there like that until she pulls back and put her hand out to shake. "Sydney, Sydney Wright"

I shake her hand and say "Grayson Calder. Nice to meet you"

She looks down at my shirt and thinks for a second, then she takes off her jacket then her hoodie. Underneath that hoodie she was wearing a white cropped tank top.

She hands me the hoodie and says "here wear this. Your shirts ruined." Luckily it was just plain black. She turns around and I take off my shirt and replace it with the hoodie. When's he turns back around she grins and says

"lets get to lunch"