Chapter Three- Parents.

The continuous stinging on his face made his eyes and body to jolt awake, body in excruciating pain as his caramel eyes still not able to comprehend what is happening at the moment as he stares at his mother. His father grabs his feet and hauls him out of bed causing his head to hit the hard wood floor. Hissing as he sits up, then after curling into a ball, knowing that the punishment is still not over. But they did not continue what dad started last night, they just threw insulting words at him and left after half hour.

Trembling with fear mainly because he knows that whatever they are going to do is going to be much worse, Allen stumbles up and all the way to the wardrobe, his limber fingers trembling as he reaches for his first aid kit to fix the cuts but opens it and realizes he was out of supplies. He grabs some money in case you are wondering how he has money, well even though his parents are bad they still give me an allowance of two dollars which is not enough to save so he got a Job over the holidays and weekends as a pet-sitter, he get paid on how much the pets owners are willing to pay. 'I got to take another shower now. ' After taking a shower, he heads downstairs to an empty but messy house it was now eight thirty, the stores are bound to be open by now.

He leaves the house making sure he locks the door, walking along the side walks, heading towards the grocery store a few streets away. On arriving, he was greeted by a man's chest as he walks into the store, well he was kind of running, "Watch It!" the dude spat. Allen just looks down and continues on his way to get his supplies, he enters the pharmaceutical isle and grabbed what was needed, some bandages, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and so on. He checks the stuff out at the cashier and was about to leave when he felt someone watching him, he turns around and there was a girl watching him, she looked familiar to say the least. She just stares at him, like she was intrigued, 'How weird?!'....' wow look who's talking about weird, just look at my life ,it doesn't get any weird than that.' He leaves the store and went back to walking staring between the ground and where he was walking, keeping his head down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

'MY GOD THIS PLACE WAS A MESS!!!!!....How on earth did they manage to get a cushion to stick on the wall' climbing up on a chair, he takes the cushion off of the wall and wipe the area, the very sticky stained area.

A few moments later now and he was scrubbing the red wine out of the white rug.

Ten minutes after, he was cleaning the kitchen, someone had smeared ice cream and alcohol on the stove, 'thank GOD my parents don't know how to cook, otherwise we would be screwed' he thought to himself.

After two hours of Allen scrubbing, washing, scrubbing and of course scrubbing again until the house was clean. At the end of it all he was tired, moving more slow than a sloth. He places the cleaning supplies back in the closet and went to shower, after which he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. His mother texts his saying that " we will be home early, make us lasagna and fried chicken along with macaroni salad, also we have guests coming over make sure there's enough for six persons".

So Allen decided to start with the chicken, he seasons and fries them, meanwhile he places the macaroni to boil, then the lasagna. After an hour of cooking and perfecting the presentation on the plate, it was now five in the afternoon, they would be arriving any moment. Allen felt his phone buzzed in his pocket, he fished it out and he had gotten a text from his mom, " we're almost there go to your room" . He locks his phone and went to his room. Allen cherishes his phone because he had to work two jobs during the summer to get enough money to pay or it. Allen grabs his stuff and went to the bathroom, moments later the front door opens, as he closes the bathroom door, Allen's skinny legs rush him to his bedroom, 'At least I've taken my bath before they arrived.'

An hour or so had passed, Allen was laying on my bed with the shinny piece of metal in his hands. he bought one a while back, he hadn't thought about anything but he has been contemplating. He looks at his thighs, the plain blank canvas, ready to be painted red. He bites his pink lips as he places the blade on his skin, slightly pulling it across, lightly applying pressure, it felt good. His mind only racing with one thought, that it was his fault, everything was his fault.

He couldn't stop, he kept going at it in the same spot, with every cut he could hear every word people have told him, "WORTHLESS, USELESS, UNWANTED, FAGGOT, KILL YOURSELF" all screaming at the back of his mind, he finally stops and looks at his burning thigh, his smooth pinkish thigh now enveloped in a vast puddle of red thick liquid. The blood was covering my thigh, looking at what he did, the tears just brims at his eye, one by one rolling down his cheek, until a continuous flow streams down, 'I know I'm stupid, you don't have to tell me.' Allen thinks in his mind.

' BANG!!! ' Allen perks up as he hears the rhythmic banning on his door, 'SMASH!!!' the hinges fly pass the small boy as it hits the wall lands next to him on the bed. Allen looks at the ground, his eyes slumber over the broken pieces of wood on the floor and focuses on the two boys who lay in the midst of them. They immediately got up and their scared eyes looking at the small boy, Allen's heart rate sped up, he stares intensely at both of them as the stare at him. Tom and Axel wide eyes scan Allen's body, he curls up into a ball from being in shame, he is in his underwear, like that is going to help. They are looking right at his scars, 'great another thing for them to bully me about.' Being in a curled position caused blood to smear on his abdomen. Tom and Axel takes a step forward but Allen flinch backwards, they saw that and stopped.

They still stood there at his door, looking at him, the fear growing in their eyes once more as Allen sobs and gasps for air. Their minds racing not knowing what to do, they froze.