I opened my eyes slowly. Sitting up i looked around the room trying to figure out where I was.

Oh, that's right. I came here after i met with Marcus.

I frowned as i remembered what conspired in those five minutes of torture, still unsure why he would do something like that.

I looked at my watch and gasped. "Crap! I should have been home two hours ago! They're going to kill me!" I jumped up, grabbing my skateboard and book bag.

I flung the door open and then, after closing it with a bang, i raced towards home. I didn't slow down once and was panting by the time i reached my front door.

I paused for the first time in my rush to get home. I really didn't want to see them and i knew they would punish me for being late. I sighed knowing it would be worse the longer i waited. So, taking a deep breath, i slowly reached my hand out and grabbed the nobb. I turned it and pushed the door open.

I poked my head inside the door and looked around. I could smell alcohol and smoke, but i didn't see my parents. I stepped inside and closed the door quietly. Then i heard the deep drunken voice i hated so much.

"Wher haf you bin, you little brat?" My drunk father asked. I froze and turned around slowly.

I saw he was holding an empty beer bottle and was staggering slightly. My mother was sitting in the chair behind him smoking, a bottle of vodka on the table. They were both glaring at me.

"Well?! Your father asked you a question, idiot!" My mother yelled at me and i flinched at her high voice.

"I-i was asked t-to help cl-clean the cl-classroom." I stuttered.

"Your our, good for nothing, son! You do what we say! You are to be home by 7:30 pm!" My mother shouted. She looked at my father and nodded.

My father took his belt off and i backed up into the corner. He advanced towards me. I closed my eyes as he swung the belt. It hit my back with a painful thwack! I cried out and fell to the floor. I curled myself into a tight ball as my father continued to beat me with his belt.

I was crying and screaming for him to stop but, he didn't. My mother flung the bottle of vodka at me and it hit the wall above my head. The glass fell, cutting my cheeks and the alcohol that came with it stung.

My father kicked me in the ribs and punched me in the face. I felt my eye swell up and soon it was swollen shut. I was crying so hard i could hardly breath. After getting to hit til he was satisfied, my father stopped and put his belt back on. Then he grabbed me and dragged me to the cold cellar, my mother close behind.

He tossed me down the cement steps and i rolled to a painful stop. "You can think about how disrespectful you are, in there!" I heard my mother sneer. Then they shut the doors and i heard the click of the lock.

I sighed as tears streamed down my face. My whole body ached as i attempted to stand up. I limped my way to the light switch and flicked it on. I looked around me at the torn mattress on the ground, the electrical box and the old wooden broom leaning against the wall.

I still felt the tears running down my cheeks as i slid to the cold ground, crying silently. After a while I stood up and went over to the mattress. A torn mattress is better than no mattress at all. Plus the cement ground was cold and i had already lost my jacket when I'd been beaten.

I stuck my hand inside the mattress and pulled out a blanket. I had snuck it in the last time i was down here. I had been so cold i hid one here so that if i was ever locked up again i would have a some kind of warmth to keep me alive. My parents didn't know it was here and if they did i would probably be beaten again.

I sighed and tried to sleep. If i was sleeping i couldn't feel the pain. I rolled over and closed my eyes. I heard a squeak and felt the whiskers of a mouse. I scared it off and went back to trying to sleep. After about twenty minutes i succeeded.

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I had my hoodie pulled over my head to hide my bruised face and walked to school as i usually do. Slowly. Its not that i don't like school but, if i get there right before the first bell i have just enough time to put my stuff in my locker and get to class. That way i can avoid the bullies and jocks.

I was almost to class when i heard a giggle to my right. I glanced to the side and saw a couple of girls pointing and laughing at me. I sighed as i reached behind me and grabbed a 'I'm with stupid' paper off my back. I crumpled it up before someone else saw it and threw it in the trash.

When i was finally in the classroom, i sat down with a wince. I had a feeling i had a broken rib and some raw spots on my back. My eye was still so swollen i couldn't open it and i had a busted lip.

I looked down the whole time so as to not let the teacher see. He was talking about molecular stuff when i zoned out. I thought about everything that had happened since we moved. I still didn't have friends and i was still the most picked on kid in the whole school. My parents were still assholes and i have a bully who likes to sexualy harass me. I sighed. My life sucked. Majorly.

Class soon ended and i moved on to my next one and so on. When school finally ended i had more bruises than before and a cut above my eye. I went to the bathroom to clean all my new wounds.

As i was putting disinfectant on my cut the door opened and Marcus walked in. He saw me and grinned evily. "Hey there, Eliot! What are you doing?" I quickly pulled my hood back on to hide my face. "Nothing that concerns you."

He chuckled and shut the door, locking it as well. He smirked. "You sure about that?"

I stepped back and looked down. He frowned. "Why are you wearing that hood?"

I was silent.

He came up and tried to take it off. I avoided his hand and pushed him sideways, running for the door. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough. He grabbed me by the back of my sweatshirt and i slipped and fell on my butt.

He quickly squatted down behind me and yanked my hoodie off. Then he flipped me around to face him.

I cowered away. His eyes went wide as he saw my bruise and messed up face. "What happened to you?! Yeah you get bullied but, all of us know our limits to how bad we can hurt someone!"

I started to cry as he examined my face and checked me for other injuries i might have.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked.

He paused. "Well, i really don't know to tell you the truth. But, you really need to say something if your getting bullied this badly. Its a hazard."

I shook my head. "It wasn't the bullies. Its never the bullies."

He stared at me before speaking, "Eliot? Are your parents doing this to you?"

I started to cry harder. He took that as a yes and nodded before picking me up bridal style. I gasped and tried to get away. "Calm down! I'm taking you to the infirmary!"

My eyes widened and I nearly shouted, "No! Oh, please don't do that! I can't!"

He furrowed his brow. "Why? I think you have some broken bones and you could need stitches on your cut."

I shooked my head violently. "I can't go there! They will ask me what happened! Then they won't let me go home and if I'm late i will get in trouble again!"

I managed to worm my way out of his grip and lock myself into a stall. He giggled. "You know, I can crawl right under that and pull you out. If you don't come here i will."

I shook. I couldn't go to the infirmary. I just couldn't. If i was late i would get the same treatment as last night.

I heard him sigh and i was suddenly grabbed by my ankle. I fell and was dragged out of the stall.

Marcus gripped my wrist firmly and dragged me, kicking and screaming, out of the bathroom.

When we were close enough to see the sign for the infirmary i went pale. I made one last attempt at getting free and stepped on Marcus's foot. He yelped and let go of me. I bolted away. I was almost to the school doors when he caught up to me and blocked my way.

I skidded to a halt. "At least let me see if your alright! If have internal injuries it could be serious!"

I studied him closely to see if he was lying or not. He looked like he was honestly worried about me. Something that kind of freaked me out.

I sighed after a while and nodded my head. He smiled and stepped towards me. I flinched and it took all i had not to run for my life. He took me back to the bathroom to continue his examination.

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Hey sorry for the long chapter and the sucky ending but you can look forward to the next chapter i plan to have a little lemon! I was so happy to get the comment saying that i should update! It really made my day! And as you see i did! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. AS ALWAYS VOTE, COMMENT, FOLLOW AND STAY AWESOME!

-Nekoco