Liam was walking home from school, thinking about the score he got. He had an F and his parents weren't nice about bad grades. He was in front of his house, not knowing if he should go inside.
He looked at his neighbors, he looked back at his house. He remembered the people next door said that if he went over there and hid again his head was on their wall.
He slowly walks to his house, feeling scared. His parents were right in front of the door waiting for Liam to give them his test.
They grabbed it out of his hand, aggressively, and stared at the big large, solid F. They crumbled it up while Liam was running up the stairs.
"LIAM ADRICK ALCHIN, GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW." His father roared filled with violence, rage, and hatred.
Liam stayed in his room with his door locked, not letting his brutal, harsh parents get near him at all. He heard his parents banging the door with all their pressure.
Liam felt tears rushing down his face, reseeing one of his memories. You see, Liam has PTSD. And he has the kind where you resee and re-feel how he felt at his memory.
He never told his parents that he thinks he has it due to them being abusive. He always dangerously rejected his parents, he wanted to run away and ditch them.
He plopped a huge chair by his door and plopped down on his mattress to cover up the noise with a fluffy pillow.
He heard his parents mumble outside the door then yell "OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL BEAT YOU WHEN I GET IN HERE!" His father yelled.
He jumped out the window grabbing his bag and running to his friend's house to escape again. He didn't want to ever return, but he knew he had to eventually.
He ran over making sure his parents weren't looking at him while he ran. He looked at his GPS, setting it for his friend's house and clicking the walk button. It said for 8 minutes.
He decided that would be fine and continued walking to his destination. He thought to himself about his parents and why they were so heartless.
He did know that if people get abused as children that can make them think they should do that to their children.
He got there and rang the doorbell of the house. His friend Alex opened the door and smiled at him. " So, they got mad again? " Alex said, assuming that like pastime he had come.
" Yep, they're mad about the F on the test. " He said, rolling his eyes. "Well I did tell you to study, but you played basketball." He said to Liam, walking him in and up the stairs to his room.
He opened the door for Liam. He plopped down on the bed by his lava lamp. '' So, is this lamp new?" He said, picking it up in his hands.
" Yep, from my recent birthday party, my mom gave it to me after the party so they wouldn't be jealous of my epic lava lamp. " He chuckled. " Ah, I see. " He said, also chuckling a bit.
He heard his phone ring in his pocket and picked it up. It was from his dad, a text and a voicemail. He put his phone on silent and sat it down.
He laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
" Do you ever question why I and you exist... " He said, questioning his existence again. " Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.
" He shrugged, grabbing a juice box off his nightstand and opening it by poking the straw into the little hole. " So should I tell mum, or you sleeping outside? " He put his face over his.
" Hey, back up! " He chuckled sitting up. He bumped into him, falling back onto the bed. " Broken glass. " He said, pointing at the window.
" Yeah, one of my cousins threw a fucking rock at the window " He squinted, thinking about it.
" Sometimes relatives can be annoying, but in my case sometimes they take me away from my parents- " He sighed, getting back up when the space looked clear.
" and anyways, you should tell your mom. " He walked over to the beanbag chair and sat down. " Aight, if she says no you gotta sleep outside. " He chuckled.
" But she'll probably say okay since she knows your parents are abusive. " He shrugged. " Well go on then! " He chuckled to Alex.
" Alright Alright, I'll go! " Alex grabbed the doorknob leaving the room giving me time to think while he talked to his mom: Andria.
I thought about me and Alex, I've been thinking about " Us " for a while now. I couldn't tell if I was gay or not, I shrugged it off as Alex came into the room. " She said yeah.
" Alex said, smiling at me. " Yes! "