Chapter Ten

WARNING THERE IS CHILD ABUSE IN THIS CHAPTER. APOLOGIZE FOR ANY TRIGGERS THIS MIGHT HAVE FOR SOME PEOPLE!!! I WILL PUT ###### AROUND THE AREAS THAT CONTAIN IT IF YOU WANT TO SKIP OVER IT!!!!!

***LUCAS POV***

I snicker as I watch some scrawny freshman drop all his book as he hurries down the hall. Such a Loser! I get bored watching him fumble around picking up his things so I turn my gaze to search the rest of the lunchroom looking for my favorite punching bag. Where the f**k was Oliver Flint? That kid was always fun to beat up. My eyes scan the room until they land on his sister and best friend sitting at their usual table. But of course Oliver wasn't there. He hadn't been to school since the day Arnold and I beat the s**t out of him in the stair well, that had been Wednesday, today was now Friday. I snicker again. Maybe I scared the kid so badly he was afraid to go to school. Cool! Meh Might as f**k with his friends. that should be cool.

"Hey Arnold I'll be right back." I say to my best friend who was currently stuffing his face with pizza. Gross! I get up and saunter my a*s over to their table. Jeremi gives me a deadly glare as I approach, so full of hatred I almost turned back. Almost. I give her a sneer and bat my eyes. Oliver might be an ugly a*s f****t but his sister was one sexy specimen. Long glossy red hair, bright brown eyes, well toned body, nice chest, an amazing- Someone snapping in my face has me tearing out of my thoughts.

"My eyes are up here you f*****g Perv!" She snaps crossing her arms in front of her chest. Damn and I was enjoying the view. I give her a lazy smirk.

"Well hello to you too. Where's your brother, haven't seen him in a few days." I Asks, picking at a hang nail. I look back at her to see Pure Fury filling her eyes. Before she or Kenna can say anything though I feel someone grab the back of my shirt collar. I am spun around and come face to face with Rolland Hopkins. S**t this guy was terrifying, especially when he yelled, what with the booming deep voice and all. Every time I saw him I just wanted to run the other way. But thanks to Arnold I had dirt on him, this boy couldn't touch me. I smirk at him and look down at his hand which was now gripping the front of my shirt. I look back up at him with a raised eyebrow. "GO ahead I dare you." I whisper low enough that only he can hear me. His face pales slightly and he loosens his grip. That's right dick, You cant touch me or else bye bye little brother. I think as I step away from him. "What is your problem freak?" I snap glaring at him. His stormy grey eyes darken as I sense his anger boiling under the surface and I know that if I didn't have something on him he wouldn't hesitate to bash my face into the table. He growls and takes a step toward me and it takes everything I have not to flinch and cower back like a coward.

"IF you so much as TALK about Oliver again I will pound you into a sticky paste on the cement do I make myself clear?" He says, his deep voice low and menacing. I swear the temperature in the room dropped fifty degrees by the cold threat he dished me. I knew he was telling the truth and I cant help the small shiver that ran up my spine. His cruel smirk informs me that it didn't go un noticed. well F**K! My own anger spills through my veins and I shove him hard, making him stagger in surprise.

"Threaten me again F****t and it will be you becoming a sticky paste." I growl. Kenna snorts, coughing trying to cover up her laugh.

"Really Lucas? are you so pathetic you need to steal his threats to threaten him?" She shakes her head and looks at Jeremi, "Honestly bullies these days. What happened to the classic ones you know the ones who shoved people in lockers and gave kids swirls. Now a days its all about beating up innocent kids and stealing other's threats." She sighs like she is disappointed and I take a step toward her.

"Why you little B***h!" I hiss, curling my hands into fists. She was SOOOOO lucky she was a girl. Rolland grips my shirt again and tosses me to the side.

"HEY the only b***h here is your sorry a*s. now PISS OFF!" He roars making me wince. I glare at him.

"Touch me again and watch how fast Allen is taken away from you. That's his name isn't it? your little brother? I wonder if he will be able to make it on his own." I taunt, my anger fueling me. He growls and lunges at me but Kenna and Jeremi jump up and Grab hold of him, stopping him from caving in my face. I smirk. " Look at that the Foster kid being held back by two dumb B*****s. How cute." I taunt and with that I turn my back and saunter back over to Arnold who was trying hard not to laugh as he watches the whole scene. I sit down and he punches me playfully in the shoulder.

"Man that kid is so under your control!" he wheezes trying to hold back his laughter. I just grin and snatch up one of the pizza slices he hadn't eaten. "HEY get your own food!" He shouts trying to grab it back. I take a huge bite, practically stuffing the thing in my mouth. He wrinkles his nose. "Never mind you can have it." He says taking a sip of his mountain dew. I Try to swallow the food without choking and then continue to eat the rest of the slice. the Bell rings signaling the end of lunch and I get up calling a bye to Arnold and reminding him that I'd see him later tonight. The rest of the day goes by in a blur and next thing I remember is shoving my things in my locker at the end of the school day. I exchange my History book for my English since I had homework in that class and slam my locker shut. I make my way out to the parking lot and stop when I see a beautiful black car gliding to a stop and parking, no doubt waiting for a student to pick up. It was a nineteen ninety-five Mazda RX7. Those things cost an arm and a leg! It was actually my dream car though I wanted one in Orange like in Tokyo drift, veil side body kit and all. The License plate read. Pride101, Obviously it was customized and I gasp when I figure out whose car it was just as the door is opened and out comes none other then Oliver Flint. He leans against the amazing car and plays on his phone as he waits for Jeremi most likely. I hide behind the corner of the building as I watch, Kenna, Jeremi, and Rolland make their way to the car. My Eyes bugging out as I watch Rolland wrap him up in his arms and give him a deep affectionate kiss. The Foster kid was a F****t? Who knew! I glare as they all get into the car, Jeremi's laughter filtering to me as she punches Oliver lightly and slides in. A small pang of jealousy shooting through me. Why couldn't me and MY sister get along like that? I shake that thought out of my head. Dude stop being such a p***y! I shout at myself and peel myself off the wall, anger boiling. Look at me! hiding pressed against a wall like a freak all because of some loser f*g and his fucked up boyfriend. I mentally beat myself up as I unlock my own car, a two-thousand and fourteen yellow Chevy Camaro, that I had affectionately called Bumblebee Jr. I slide in and turn the car on, its engine humming under my hands. Shifting into Gear I gun my way out of the parking lot, snickering when I see students coughing on the exhaust fumes. heh heh Suckers!I plug in my IPhone and blast the music up until it hurt my ears, just the way I liked it

"God has spoken Through His conscience As I scream, aim and fire The death toll grows higher" Bullet for my Valentine rings through my mind and I sing along, pushing my foot farther down on the gas pedal, speeding well over the limit until I make it home less then five minutes later. Heh A new record, cool. I unplug my phone and put my head phones in, the music stinging my ears and canceling out everything else. I walk up my driveway and head to the garage, wanting to go through that door then the front door. Maybe if I go through this door I wont get cau-

"LUCAS BRENNEN CARVER YOU GET YOUR LAZY A*S UP HERE NOW!" Booms the voice of my father, his voice so loud I can hear it over the music. I wince. S**T s**t s**t what did I do this time? I take my earphone out of my ears and taking a deep breath I head to the living room.

#######"Yes Sir?" I ask as I enter the room. Before I can register the room in front of me my head is snapped to the side, a sting on my cheek letting me know someone had slapped me in the face. Rubbing my already stringing and reddening cheek I look to my left to see my mother staring at me with hate in her eyes.

"You piece of s**t! you didn't do ANY of your chores before school this morning so I had to cancel my Hair appointment this morning to pick up the work. WHY cant you do anything right!" She screeches like a banshee. A piece of s**t? Really? even though this was not the first time she had called me that it still stung, weren't mothers suppose to be loving and well NOT a b***h? I squish down my anger and look down at the ground.

"I'm sorry mother." I mumble. My father barks out a cold laugh and strides over to me. I brace myself but still am no way prepared for the powerful backhand he gives me. I stumble back and manage to fall to my knees, my head pounding with the blow.

"You Lazy B*****d Your mother called me up in Tears because of your laziness! I had to interrupt a very important meeting! and all you have to say is SORRY!?" He Booms. I stay where I am, my body trembling. Why does he have to shout. "ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" He Screams. I look up to see his face was beet red, a vein pulsing in his forehead. S**t he was pissed! and this was before he started drinking for the night. I slowly get up, tensing, afraid he would knock me down again. I look at my mother who was standing behind him, tears pooling down her face and my anger wells again. She wasn't crying because she was hurting for me! she was crying because I made her miss her Oh so precious Hair appointment. New flash B***h NOTHING will EVER Fix that dead bleached mop you call hair! I turn to my father, my fists clenched.

"I'm sorry Sir, The list was endless and I didn't have time to do them. I was going to do them when I got home." I snap, maybe a little to harshly. The look on my fathers face makes me wish I could eat every single word I had just said. He grips my shirt and brings me level with his face, his hot breath hitting my face making me want to puke... Well I guess he has been drinking, Lovely.

"Don't you give me lip boy, I could throw you out of this house with nothing but the clothes on your back." He breaths, his voice deadly scary and I cant help the whimper that leaves me. He sneers at me and throws me at the wall. I yelp in pain as my back connects with the wall and I crumple to the ground. I gasp, trying to get my breath back, but I don't dare move. I know if I do he will just beat me up more. "Because of the stress you caused your mother I am taking her and Fiona out for dinner, When we get home the list of chores on the table better be done and this house better be Spotless do I make myself CLEAR?" He says shouting the last word. I curl up closer and nod.

"Yes Sir." I whisper. I hear a grunt of approval before he bellows for my sister. Fiona glides in, her bleached blonde hair perfectly tussled, her designer clothes neatly ironed, thanks to me I might add, and her trademark sneer placed on her ruby red lips. Ladies and Gentlemen the She devil in human form! She looks at me and disappointment flashes in her fishy green eyes.

"Daddy why did you hurt him! couldn't you have just like I don't know Yell at him a lot?" She says in her nasally voice. She walks over to me and sticks her hand out to help. I don't move, I know if I do my father would just push me down and call me a p***y for taking a women's help. I shake my head.

"I'm fine Fiona, I deserved it." I hiss, the words like acid in my mouth. Fiona just sighs and takes back her hand.

"What ever baby brother I tried to help you." She says with another sigh, not really meaning it of course and turns to our parents with a wide smile. "Can we go to Rosellos? Its the best place!" She asks. I mentally puke. Fiona had my father wrapped around her finger it was nauseating. My father smile, transforming his ugly angry face into a somewhat decent human being. He nods.

"Of course baby girl anything for you and your mama." He says, his voice overly sugary. GROSS! he holds his hands out and my sister and mother loop theirs through his. "Ladies lets leave this lazy lump to his punishment." He says heading out the door, his boot catching me in the Side on his way out, driving the air out of my lungs again. #######

When I hear his car leaving I finally uncurl from my position, slowly standing up. Leaving my Phone and backpack where they were I limp to the bathroom to the wide mirror. My face was already turning a light purple as a bruise formed on my cheek where my mother AND father hit me. Lifting my shirt I turn to the left and hiss when I see the bruise forming on my side where he had kicked me. I don't bother with my back, the soreness and pain every time I moved let me know there were deffinatly bruises up and down my spine. Anger swells inside me and I swing my fist out, connecting to the hard wall.

"F**K!" I hiss as the pain shoots through my knuckles all the way to my shoulder. I unclench my hand and hiss as pain in my thumb radiates. Great probably broke my thumb, again; thankfully I still had the splint from the last time I broke it in football training last year. Going to my room I grab my Ihome and the splint before heading back to the living room. Since I had the whole house to myself for god knows how long I knew I would be safe to blast my music and not get in trouble for it. I scoop up my phone and plus it in Blasting music to fill the house as I go to the kitchen to grab the list of Chores I must do. I fall into a rhythm as Killswitch engaged drowns me in their words.

"This is the broken ground Misery begins to rise. Turn away from yesterday, tomorrow's in my eyes. Nevermore to be held down by the wings of history. Nevermore to be cast aside, this day is mine. Even Through the darkest days, this fire burns, always. this fire burns, always."

Finally three hours, four loads of laundry, dishes cleaned, bathroom done, later I flop over onto my bed sore and exhausted. I look over at the clock which read 6:00PM. Groaning I get up and grab my phone, Silencing freak on a leash by Korn As I yank it from my Ihome. I call my father and get his voice mail, just like I knew I would. I knew with the mood he was in he wouldn't care if I left the house, as soon as he saw all the chores done. All I needed to do was leave a message telling him I would be at Arnold's for the night and that I had my phone if he needed anything. After leaving the message I text Arnold telling him that I will be over soon and to have the beer ready. Grabbing my backpack I stuff a clean outfit for tomorrow, my toothbrush from the bathroom and I was out the door, my phone in my pocket. I gun my engine and blast my music once more as I drive the twenty minutes to Arnold's house. He lived on the opposite side of town from me.

"And the rain will kill us all We throw ourselves against the wall But no one else can see The preservation of the martyr in me Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial" Slipknot Screams in my car, filling the entire space with their sound. I sing along to the song as I zoom over to his house. I make it to his house in record time and kill the engine, the car's silence deafening after the screams of my music. I grab my phone and backpack before heading to his front door, knocking on it. His little sister Kelsey opens the door and smiles her cute five year old smile.

"LUCAS YOU'RE BACK!" she cries flinging her arms around my legs and hugging me. I laugh and scoop her up, her legs going around my waist as she beams up at me. she point to her mouth. "Look I lost a tooth!" She says pointing to the gaping hole in the front I laugh and ruffle her hair.

"You sure did kid, you should put it under your pillow for the fairy to give you money." I say carrying her into the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon look up and Mrs. Gordon's eyes widen when she takes in my appearance.

"Lucas Hunny what happened to your face!" She cries leaping off the couch. I put Kelsey down and smile at her mother shrugging.

"Kids at school, you should see the other guy." I say nonchalantly. No one not even Arnold knew about my home life. All he knew was that my mother didn't like people over the house and that's why we always crashed at his. Mr. Gordon, John just grins.

"At a Boy, Arnold is in his room, tell him he should let Scooby out before you guys get settled." He says turning his attention back to the television. "Kels come back angel the movie is almost over." Kelsey pouts at her father before giving me another hug and skipping back to him. I shake my head in amusement before jogging down to the basement where Arnold's room was. I knock on his door, flinching at the booming Barking coming inside.

"Scooby shut up! Come in!" Arnold calls. I let myself in and yelp as a Great beast knocks me down. Scooby, Arnold's black great Dane licks my face and pants happily as he sits his huge a*s on my chest. my back and side scream in pain as the bruises are disturbed.

"Get.. Him... OFF" I wheeze trying to pull air into my lungs. Arnold snaps at Scooby and the dog lick me one more time before jumping off. He lays down on his own bed which was really just a mattress sized single. I glare at the door before going over and sitting in Arnolds Wicker chair catching the beer he tossed me. He looks at my face but doesn't say anything. I take a gulp from my beer and sigh in content as the bitter taste slides down my throat. Tonight I just wanted to get drunk and forget about my fucked up family. And that is just what I do. We play video games, watch movies and make up drinking games to go along with them. AS the night wears on I can feel myself getting steadier drunker. Perfect.....wait..... S**t

I was sooo going to have a massive hangover for school tomorrow. 

Author's Note

Well now that you have seen Lucas point of view... does it make you hate him AAAANNNNYYYY less?