rival x abused user

As your biological parents were unfit to look after for the time being. You were sent to live with a man, who became your foster father. For months, he had been verbally and physically abusing you.

When sober the most he’d would hurling insults and threatening to assault you. But when drunk, those threats became very real. He’d shove you into walls and doors, trip you up and stomp on your thighs. It was even worse after watching football. If his team lost, he’d count to three before hunting you down. And if he found you, he’d best you.

Yet somehow, the serious wounds would always be in places other people cannot see. Most of the scars were on your upper torso and chest as well as your thighs. You’re tired of it all.

And you’d have to go to school as if everything is okay. But today, you found it difficult to breathe. You were able to make it through the first lesson. But as you were walking through the halls to second period, you felt sharp pains above your lungs as you struggled to breathe.

As you clutched your tee shirt you had bumped into one of Jason’s friends. He called you a loser as they laughed. But you really couldn’t care less right now.

“Hey, why do you look extra bad today?” Jason spoke up as he furrowed his brows at you.

You were about to respond but the words couldn’t come out properly. You began to feel lightheaded. Jason’s eyes twitched as he caught you before you fell.

“Call an ambulance you idiots. They can’t breathe!” He called out as his friends scrambled to pull their phones out. As you laid in his arms their voices became muffled, as the sound of Jason’s racing heartbeat echoed in your ears.