Opposites Attract

•{Three}•

•Nico Di'Angelo•
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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

I tried to speed walk up the stairs, but he caught me. He grabbed a chunk of my hair, pulling me down the few steps I had already climbed.
"What have I told you about bringing people home!" He shouted in my face before slamming me onto the wall.
"I'm sorry.. he insisted on bringing me here.. I-I told him not to.." I stuttered as I tried explaining.
"I don't care! This is my house! You were supposed to walk! Not have some personal driver! You can't even follow simple fucking rules! You fucking worthless piece of shit!" He pulled me off the wall and at an instant, he slammed me onto the wall again. He dropped his hold on me and walked over.
Oh, no..
He came over with a metal wire. He grabbed me by my neck and removed my shirt.
"Worthless!" One hit.
"Fag!" Two hits.
"Piece of shit!" Three.
I lost count after 14.
He reached 20 and finally stopped.
"You listen here! Learn to follow rules you fucking no good bitch!" He finally walked away, leaving me alone in a pool of my own blood.

⚠️SAFE TO READ⚠️

I could barely move. I crawled up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door and slowly crawled into my bathroom. I opened the water and let the tub fill up. Slowly, I removed my jeans and boxers and tossed them to the side. I couldn't lift myself enough to get in the tub. Instead, I put arms in first and dragged my feet in.

"Ah! F-fuck..!" I yelled out in pain as the water stung my back. My toes curled and my heart raced. My breathing was way too fast, making me go dizzy. I felt the tears running down my face.

Why do I have to suffer.. Why me.. God. Take me out of this misery.

An hour and a half passed by when I finally started getting up. The warm water had numbed the cuts on my back, making it easier to shower. 25 minutes had gone by when I finally finished my shower. I turned off the water and stepped out, drying myself. I flinched as the towel touched my back but quickly dried off, ignoring the pain.

"Shirt? or no shirt?" I mentally debated with myself.

"No shirt it is." I put on a black and white plaid pair of long sweats and headed into my room.

At an instant, I was laying in my bed. I laid sideways so that my back wouldn't touch the mattress.

"Why couldn't you just listen!" I mentally scolded Will. If he would have just left me off where I said, all of this could have been avoided, but no. He insisted on being what he thought was "the nice guy" and it was the "right thing to do."

My eyelids began to droop and soon enough, I was dead asleep.

~Next Morning~

Getting ready was a pain. Moving in any way caused pain to shoot up my back.

I grabbed my bag and strapped it on.

"Gah!" I shouted out as my bookbag touched my back. I walked downstairs, ignoring the pain. I tried to run out the door, but he saw me.

"How's your back?" He smirked as he took a sip of his beer.

"Drinking already." I thought to myself.

I bolted for the door, opened it, ran out, closed it, and continued to run. I ran and ran. My bag non-stop slamming against my back. Yet, I continued to run. I didn't stop until I got to school.