This is a continuation of the previous part. There is a chance it will be just as angsty

It says hurt/comfort..... but it's mostly hurt..

Tw: homophobia, mentions of self harm, mentions of abuse, a whole shit ton of angst, being kicked out of home. Mommy issues. And plenty more

3rd person pov:

After breakfast, Ren and Doc drove to school in Docs falling-apart small black pickup truck.

"Ren, your arm.... I'm sorry you got to that point yesterday.... But you do know I'm going to confiscate that knife, right?" Doc explained, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Yeahhh, I figured as much." Ren answered.

"Because I love you and it's painful to watch you suffer."

They pulled into the parking lot at school, and made their way into the buildings. Finding their adjacent lockers. They had about 10 minutes before the bell rang for them to go to class.

The bell rang and they went their separate ways to their classes, after one last hug.  Ren sighed realizing it was going to be a long day.

While in class he had difficulty paying attention, due to his lack of sleep. His first period teacher, who doesn't care what homelife is like, took notice.

"Ren, can you answer the this question? Or do you think you can just ignore what I'm teaching?"  She barked at him.

"Mrs. I'm sorry, I didn't sleep last night I'm having difficulty paying attention."

"Don't play the I didn't sleep last night card as an excuse for not paying attention." She snarled at him. "You can take your attitude to the principles office young man."

"Yes ma'am." He got up and made his way to the principles office.

"I'll give him a call, to let him know you're on your way." She informed.

Once in the main office, the principle called him back to his office.

"So what seems to be the issue? This is the third time this week you've been sent here by your first period teacher." He asked.

"She thinks I'm giving her attitude when I'm not paying attention. Then when I said I'm sorry I didn't sleep last night, she thought I was lying. With all do respect sir, she's crazy."

"This seems to be an on going thing, is there a reason you don't sleep at night?"

"Stress induced insomnia."

"I see, I'm going to give your parents a call to inform them that you were in my office again."

"Please don't call my parents. I can't do it anymore." He stopped himself, before he continued, more afraid of his parents.

"Is everything alright at home?" The principle asked now concerned.

"I didn't say anything. Also yes everything is great at home." Ren sounded like a robot.

"Mhm, so the bruises on your arms are random?"

"Yes." Ren answered dodging the question."

"I'm not buying that for one second you know that right?" "You're not very good at hiding fear, everytime your parents are mentioned, you flinch."

"Ah, crumbs." Ren sighed. "My parents hate me. Ok? And it's just me, all of my siblings are perfect angels who do nothing wrong, even when they make fun of others, even when they throw vases at me. They still get fed. They've never had their privacy taken away for no reason. They don't get smacked for breathing."

"I see, you mentioned your siblings still get fed? Do your parents not feed you"

"Yes sir, so even if child services came, there's nothing they would be able to find because it's the word of one person against 7 others."

"I see.... I think we're done here. Go get a sip of water and head to your second period, since this period is just about over."

Ren walked up the stairs to his second period, once the bell rang students flooded the halls. Hoping that the principle wouldn't call his parents. Hoping that his parents wouldn't find out about him being in the principles office. Or that he told him what he had.

He walked into his second period class, and sat by his friend scar.

"Hey man! What's up?" Scar asked.

"Oh you know existential dread, but what else is new."

They stopped talking because the teacher started teaching, math, Ren's favorite subject. This was the class he rarely skipped. And his grade showed it. Though today, he could have cared less about what the teacher was saying. He already knew the material, since it was just review.

Then the classroom phone rang. After the teacher answered, she turned and faced Ren.

"Ren, you are being signed out."

He packed up his stuff and headed to the office. He didn't like that he was being signed out. He knew his parents found out he ran off again and were furious.

Walking into the office, he saw his father standing there. He felt sick to his stomach, wanting nothing more than to go back to class and never go home again. He knew that he would have some unfair punishment the second he exited the building.

He kept his gaze on the ground, trying to avoid contact while following his father 10 steps behind. Once in the car, his father didn't say anything, as if he was never there in the first place. Many minutes passed in total silence, before he even said a word.

"Your mother is furious. And has instructed me to get you home." His father grumbled. Ren said nothing in response.

After they pulled into the driveway, Ren was already shaking. Not wanting to walk through the front door.

"REN GET OVER HERE NOW YOUNG MAN!" He heard his mother scream as soon as the door opened.

"Yes ma'am." He said walking into the dining room.

"Have a seat." She hissed.
"You snuck out last night to participate in satanic rituals! I raised you better than that! You're grounded!" she didn't even let him get a word in. He has had enough.

"You know what. I'm sick of this. Have you ever thought for a single moment that I might run off for a reason? Have you ever even considered I run off so I can get food in my belly! Maybe even to avoid having a freaking vase thrown at me? Or the fact you pulled me from getting an education just to scream at me. I know why you hate me. You're upset that I'm an atheist, I don't believe in god. And I'm gay. You think I'm less of a person just because I like to date other boys. There's nothing wrong with that. Look at my arms. They're scarred and cut open because the stress I get from being here is worse. I have thoughts of killing myself multiple times a week. And the only time you ever seem to pay attention to me is when you want to blame me for something I didn't do. And you know what im done with your bullshit." He had tears running down his face.

"Go pack your bags, get out of my house. You have 1 hour." The thing he had been dreading and also hoping for just happened. Not ever having to stay there anymore.

He ran up to his room. Once in there he texted Doc about the situation. He started gathering all his cloths into a an old back pack, and the few belongings he had into the same bag. He didn't have much. He made sure to grab the framed photo of him and Doc.

Doc messaged back, saying he messaged his mom, and that it was okay with her if he went there.

As he was leaving his parents house for the last time, he felt relived in a way. Knowing he never needed to return.

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If I continued this, I may have started crying.
Hope you enjoyed this. And I don't plan to continue this but I might if this angst in my head doesn't go away.

But for now, keep swimming my little fishies!

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SharkBait.