(alberts pov)
i wake up to the same sound i hear every morning, the blaring sound of my stupid,grey, alarm clock. i roll to my side covering my ear with my pillow. "five more years, please." i mutter quietly to my alarm clock who can here nothing.
finally, after ten whole minutes my mom comes in to tell me to get my ass up and get ready.
i sit up rubbing the eye goop out of my eyes. i rub my fluffy pastel pink blanket muttering "i could lay here all fucking day, but no. i mean i guess i can see him now..."
i walk over to my small closet looking through what i want to wear today.
after, what i would say, fifteen minutes i decide on an oversized band tee, with a few rips, and some black ripped skinny jeans and pink doc martens.
i walk over to my mirror and grab my makeup bag from the bathroom.
i put on some expensive foundation, mascara, blush, and a small amount of highlighter. i hope he likes it.
i look at myself in my full body mirror, i scan over my whole outfit while fluffing up my luscious,brown, curled locks. i nod at myself indicating my outfit looks good. i walk down stairs to my breakfast bar.
my mom hands me a piece of toast and some butter.
"sorry hun, we have run short on other breakfast items. i nod understanding.
"when you go shopping can we grab poptarts?" i ask with puppy eyes.
"sure thing!" mama replies (yo, author here. check out my roblox account: mamaflimfliam . :P)
i smile waving to my mother as i walk out the door and head off to school.
(jakes (sad) pov)
i wake up to the yelling of my mother and like my 10th step dad. i frown and begin to get teary eyed.
i sigh rolling off my very messy bed onto the floor.
"oof," i say when i hit the floor, not very far down from my bed.
"is your ass up jacob?" my mother calls from down the stairs.
"yes, and don't call me jacob, i go by jake!" i shout back at her.
"i'll call you whatever the fuck i want!" she replies.
i sigh getting up.
i go over to my dirty clothes and pick up a band hoodie and black basket ball shorts. i take a sniff of both. they smell half decent, so what can i complain.
i walk over to my bathroom and spray on some deodorant. i look over the razor on the counter a frown.
you have albert now, dont.
i sigh throwing the, now dry, bloody razor away in my trash can.
i go downstairs to my wobbly table.
"anything for breakfast today?" i ask weakly
"no you fucking faggot, not until you're straight as a dry spaghetti noodle." she hisses at me.
"wait what? m-me? plus a g-guy? NOoooOoooO," i said with my voice cracking at the end.
"your father seen you walking with a guy in the park and giving him your hoodie." she said
"she is right, seen it with my own to eyes, fag." my "father" spat out.
"he's not even my father!" i complain.
"i want you out by the end of today." my step dad hissed.
"b-bu-" i was cut off by a hard slap on the face. everything was going black, like a darker version of the clouds when me and albert were at the park.
-time skippity skoopity brought to you by my father who said go to sleep, it's midnight."
i come back to reality realizing i'm at school, i must've basically autopiloted. i rub my hands on my face, where the stinging still was.
-tim scoop, brought to you by my cat who just came out of the liter box-
(albert's pov)
the 2nd to last bell of the day had just rang, meaning study hall where i could see jake.
i quickly grab my few books and my binder and head upstairs ,to the library, trying to catch where jake was. i spot him across the hall. i wave. he walks over. "helllloooooo," i say dragging the L because i was excited.
"hi albert," he said trying to sound energetic but failing.
"whats wrong?" i asked with a small frown forming "did i do something wrong?" i said ,my anxiety getting the best of me.
"no no, shh. you did nothing wrong. but i dont feel comfortable talking about it here." jake said.
"oh ok- wait! what's that on your face?" i ask touching it.
"its nothing, but on a unrelated note, can i stay at your place for a few days or weeks." he asks rubbing the back of his neck with one of his adorable side smiles he does when he is nervous.
"oh sure! my mom and dad won't mind! they love having guest, maybe we could pick up where we were last time" i replied smirking.
"great great," he said not very into it.
we chose a table in the library and start doing our work.
-time warpo-
i stand up. "bye jake! meet me outside at the flag pole!" i say waving and jumping
"sure thing princess" he mouthes.
i walk down the stairs to my very own, old, locker.
i have all my things packed. i take my special way to the front when and i pulled from the crowed hallway outside from an exit.
i am to scared to see who it is.
i am forced around, my body frozen with fear.
"so we heard you talked shit about lana.. it's time for you to take back all those words." one of the girls says.
"wha-" i am cut off when i am thrown down on the ground and kicked.
"ow!" i cry out.
"fag!" they shout taking turns beating me up in every way.
the kicking and punching continues until they feel like fucking leaving me.
i curl up next to the brick wall in a ball and start quietly crying, hoping, somebody will find me and help me. hopefully him.
(prince's(jake's) POV)
i look at my phone, its been 15 minutes since the end of school. i start worrying.
maybe he's hurt or kidnapped.
my mind takes the best of me.
"calm down jake. he probably just forgot and walked home another way."
but i get a bad feeling. it's not him walking home, he's definitely hurt.
i run around the school, my breath shakey.
"albert!" i call out.
nadda.
i keep running until i see a small boy curled up with bruises everywhere. my heart breaks and i feel that painful chest crushing feeling of tears building suddenly.
"albert baby!" i call out.
i run up to him and squat down to his level.
"are you ok?" i ask
"no jakey" he says with a tremble in his voice.
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ima leave ya like that.
sorry.
but updates tomorrow! so tune in!
also sorry for leaving you with that small break, i had writters block.
super sorry,
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