The boy

Chapter 11

The sun set perfectly on a cloud in the mid-afternoon. The air thick with heat, the smell of sweet cut grass filling the gentle wind. A boy from a small town, laying in his back yard. His eyes closed, humming softly. The crow's loud cawing putting him at ease. His kiss-me lips full and light pink. Tan and tall, all his memories fade too dust. A smile flickering playfully on his lips. The wonderful sun beating against his body. Then suddenly, everything breaks apart; like glass shattering.2

He opened his eyes to rain and black clouds. Cold and nothingness waiting for him. Reality hits him hard in the chest. Laying in an empty dead field. Black and blue bruises on his face and body. His heart aching to go back to the peaceful world he made up in his mind. His face worn out and terrorized.3

The smile is nothing more than a deep frown, his humming is just a low whimper. His skin, pale and tragic and his eyes icy blue. The sun covered by an ugly black cloud. Only the smell of gasoline and smoke. Slowly he sat up and let out a small yawn. "There you are you no good piece of shit." A man's voice suddenly snapped. The boy's eyes went wide with total terror and tried too back away. "Don't you try to get away from me boy!" The man boomed in anger.4

"Father-" The boy started till the man's fist punched him hard into the jaw. The boy screamed in pain and agony. Pain exploding into his whole body. Blood dripping from his mouth, tears at the back of his eyes. "Father, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to runaway from you but I was scared!" The boy ventured.5

"Don't give me that crap! Boys are never scared, and you're a poor excuse for a son." His father snarled and slapped him hard across the face. The boy fell to the ground, more blood dripping from his face. He gave out another cry of pain. The father grabbed the boy's hair and dragged him through the mud.6

He dragged him all the way down the street and back home, a trail of blood following. The boy screaming and thrashing. The father threw him down the stairs, to the basement. The boy hit the floor with a sickening crack. He moaned and blood was pouring from the back of his skull. "And stay down there!" The father yelled from the top of the stairs and slam the door shut.7

Darkness spreading all around him, the basement was his room. Nothing but a white mattress and chains when he was bad. His father would chain him up and beat him till he was half way dead. That was only when he was really bad. The boy was about 10 years old, he had many many beatings that he was not proud of. And even worse his father had raped him when he was drunk.8

He gasped out in pain but crawled closer to his bed. He slowly laid himself on it and covered his blood soaked body with his blanket. He drifted off to sleep but only to be woken up by a gentle shake. "Honey?" A woman's voice called.9

"Mom?" He whispered. 10

"Yes Hun, Oh god I'm so sorry. I promise I'll get us out of here. When I get paid enough money, we will leave this damn place." She cried. The boy smiled.11

"You cussed." He simply whispered.12

"Ah shit, Oops sorry. I said I wouldn't didn't I?" She laughed. He smiled and hugged her.13

"I love you mom." He smirked.14

"I know honey, I love you too. Tomorrow, we are leaving. I promise." She declared. His eyes lit up and nodded quickly. She walked back up the stairs and muttered something like "Where I am going, I can't take you. I'm sorry."15

His eyes closed and pretended he didn't hear that. Pretended that his mom DIDN'T break her promise already. He wished that what she said was just his mind playing tricks on him. He slowly fell asleep. His dream was the same as his day dream but at least this one lasted longer.16

He awoke to his father's screams. He jolted up and saw his father crying on the floor. He looked up to see his mother hanging from the shafters. "MOM!"He cried out. His father stood up and hit him really hard. Blood running down his ripped open lips.17

"This is your fucking fault! You're the damn reason why she is dead! Now you'll die!" He screamed and threw him into the wall. The boy screamed in pain. His father just kept hitting him over and over till the father left him there to bleed. Slowly the boy got up and shakily walked to his mother's body. Tears running down his eyes, betray burning in his mind.18

Very slowly, he picked broken glass off of the floor. His new friend. Slicing it perfectly on his vein, he let out a cry of pain. The metal felt as if it was burning his skin. It did the trick, no matter what the pain was. It blocked his other thoughts, only thinking about how badly it hurt, how bad his other wounds felt.19

Blood of red dripping off his arm and onto the cold floor. The sound to him sound like glass shattering, like his world breaking apart. He was unwelcome to the world he lived in so long, so now he must make his own path. No matter how much it may hurt. that boy really had no name, so he picked one out for himself. And that boy was me, Matthew Stone... 20

Chapter 2
6 years later...
A smirk crossed my face when I saw her, laughing at the thought of her being only 2 years younger. I changed a lot since my mother's death. Cold, lonely and very hateful. I cared for no one but myself, my razor and my mother. Well, my mother's grave and her soul. The girl's eyes narrowed at me and I just rolled his eyes. "Having trouble princess?" I laughed and she flipped me off. A deep snarl rumbled in my chest. 21

"Go away daddy fucker. Nobody wants you. Just go rot in a damn pit or something. I have no time for your shitty games." The girl snapped and those words hit me right in the heart but I learned how not to show it. 22

I sneered at her and gave her a small laugh. "Believe what you want to believe but you know nothing about me. Plus, I have time for my games and I hate you so your lucky number one who is going to deal with my rage. Plus Paul would be UN happy if you don't do what he says right?" I smirked. I lied to her.23

I knew I don't hate her, in fact it was the very opposite of hate. I loved her. I lived across from her house for all of my life but never bothered to hang out with her in fear my father would get a hold of her. Take advantage of her like he did with me. But she'd never know that. 24

"Fuck off! Your such an ass. Paul will understand, mostly since I am his little sister." She snarled. I rolled my eyes.25

"You already know that he likes me better then all those other guys you hang with. Ryan is a dog, Mike is a freak and the rest are losers."I snickered. 26

"They are better then you!" She yelled.27

Those guys she hung with, made me more knowing that she won't like me because those boys were normal guys and I was an Emo guy who just wanted to die. Nothing to live for. I have tried to kill myself many times but some how that girl stopped me. Her name is Ava conrose and some reason she is making me live everyday without knowing what I have really gone through.28

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah, they are so much better. Can they make you smile like I do? Do they bring out your fighting spirit like I can? I don't think so." I smirked and walked back to my house.29

She never stepped foot into my home, and I bet if she did, she'd run. I bet she would fear to even look at my house. Hate me forever. Of course she already does anyway.30

My father opened the door and gave a fake smile and wave to her and she waved back. I sighed. Pulling me into the house, slamming the door shut, my father gave me a low growl.31

"Make me dinner." He snapped.32

"Make it yourself old man." I snapped right back and walked up the stairs to my room. I got a new room at least, across from my father's room. Hearing his footsteps pounding up the stairs, I locked my door. His fists slamming onto the door, yelling at me to open the door. I wasn't an idiot, I knew exactly what he'd do if I opened the door.33

Finally he stopped and once he did, there was a tap at my window. My eyes snapped to see Ava and I sighed in relief. I opened the window and she gave me an angry look.34

"What?" I snapped. 35

"Your a horrible person, why did you make your father cry?" She yelled. Again she thinks he's a good father, bull shit. He's just a good actor.36

"Because I felt like it." I rolled my eyes. Her fist punched me right in the face, blood running down my nose. I snarled and wiped it away.37

"My father deserves it. If you knew him like I do, then you'd understand why." I roared and she winced.38

"Your a selfish asshole, You deserve whatever he does to you." She yelled. She only called me daddy fucker for one reason, because one of her friends spied and it looked like I was the one fucking him. Idiot. They know nothing.39

"Get out, I don't want to deal with your shit right now. I have bigger problems." I snapped.40

"Like what?" She smirked. 41

"Like what I am going to have for dinner." I snickered and I heard my father coming up the stairs again.42

"Shit." I whispered and looked at her. Shoving her in a closet, locking it. Her muffled yells almost gave her away.43

"Shut up Ava!" I snapped and she did once the sound of my door snapping off of it's hinges. My father's eyes glowing mad. Rage and murder burning in them. I backed up.44

"You fucking piece of shit! How dare you lock the door on me!" He yelled and slammed me into the wall. Blood stained on it even more now. 45

I moaned in pain, my father's hand shot out, slamming me on to the bed. I knew exactly what he was going to do. Unzipping his pants and mine, he turned me around. I tried to crawl away but it was too late. Shoving himself into me, pain kept hitting me over and over. I turned my face to the closet door to see her eyes looking through the key hole. Tears streaming down them. My nails digging into the bed.46

Screaming out in total pain, hearing my father's laughter. Finally pulling away, he zipped up his pants and walked out of the room. "Oh and that girl that's across the street told me to tell you she hates you." He laughed again and was gone.47

Shaking, I zipped my pants up and unlocked the closet door. She slowly walked out and I wouldn't let my eyes connect with hers. I couldn't. I was too ashamed, like it was my fault she saw this, like it was my fault that my father did this to me.48

All of a sudden she pulled me into a hug and I was truly shocked. Her arms locked around my waist, my arms locked around her neck. Ava's body warm and very comforting. "I didn't know" She whispered, tears running down her eyes. I pulled away.49

"Of course you didn't. How could you? I showed nothing that could have let you guess." I whispered back, wiping her tears away. 50

She sighed. "Look, this changes nothing. You still hate me and I still hate you right?" I snickered and she laughed.51

"Always." She declared and crawled out the window.52

"Hey." She called to me.53

"What?" I called back. 54

"You suck!" She laughed and ran. I shook my head. I rolled my eyes and shut the window. Some how, I was happy. Having her know made a big difference. At least to me.55

Chapter 3
I walked out of my house and into my 1969 mustang corvette. Driving off with much speed, till I got to school. Walking through the school. My hair black, spiky, my eyes the color of neon green and my skin pale as snow. I wore black shirt with yellow words saying "ALL TIME LOW", black ripped skinny jeans and my Red and black Vans. 56

Keeping my eyes low to the ground, not wanting to see HIM, hopefully he was skipping today. Peeking up, I saw Ava. Her lips rose when she saw me. I sighed. Yeah, she may know but I didn't want things to change between us. I wanted her to still hate me with that same burning passion.57

"Hey Dork." She snickered and I glared.58

"You can do better then that princess." I whispered, my eye brow raising.59

She rolled her eyes and glared.60

"Well, I know this for sure, I ain't calling you 'prince'" She snapped and walked passed me to her little guy friends.61

She gave me a wink and flashed a sly grin at the guys. They snarled and I laughed. Walking away, onto my first class.