I knew I shouldn't have opened the door, I shouldn't have gotten up in the first place. My worse nightmare was standing in front of me. I tried to shut the door in his face in vain. I wanted to run but my feet were like glued to the floor. This is it, this is the end , I'm going to die, beaten up to death by Oliver Sykes.

"Are you scared, faggot ?" hissed the devil himself.
He grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt and threw me against the closest wall. I hissed in pain.
"Today your little boyfriend won't be here to save your sorry ass"
"He's not my boyfriend" I manage to say as I try to escape from his grip.
"Did I ask you to fucking speak ?!"
Once again I missed an opportunity to shut up. My tormentor threw me violently to the cold tile floor and kicked me in the guts, spitting profanities between every blows.
I just laid there, taking my beating without complaining. I deserve every kick, every punch, every insult.
After kicking me one more time Oliver left my house, not without a last "faggot' thrown at me. I laid there until darkness surrounded me.

---

" I can't believe this dipshit got the nerve to show up at your house"

Justin found me unconscious on the floor a few hours ago.

"It's fine, I'm okay now, I promise" I lied, giving him the best fake I could manage
"No it's not fine Alan ! It's far from being fine, why don't you call you --"
"My parents ? Yeah sure" I cut him. " Are you fucking kidding me ? My parents never cared about me, they want me dead, I don't even blame them. I'm an excuse of a son, I'm a failure"
"Don't say that Alan, they don't want you to die, you hear me ? You're gonna live and fight for your life, don't let assholes bring you down"
"Whatever"

I didn't feel like going to school today so we stayed at my house, doing whatever teenager boys usually do when they're home alone.

Notes

Two updates in one day, yay. I hope you will like it c: