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School Rivals
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,374
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
More into the Flow
~ Chapter Two- More into flow~
Jacob had just gotten home, he walked to the kitchen and saw a 20 dollar bill hanging on the Fridge. He grabbed it and looked at the note that was attached to it...
Hey sweetie, sorry I have to work late again. Buy yourself some pizza OK, or you can buy what you want. Just DON'T MAKE A MESS, or you WILL clean.
Much love, Mom!
He sighed, and threw the note into the trash. He decided pizza sounded good, so he called domino's and ordered himself a large pizza with pepperoni. He walked upstairs to his room and jumped on his bed. He started thinking of the new boy that had grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Eh, the fucker had it coming, no one lays a hand on me and just gets away without a fight.
He wasn't sure if he would seek the boy out again the next day for revenge. Perhaps he would make the boy a punch bag for himself on a regular basis...The idea sounded good. He was upset that the bastard had twisted his hand in front of his friends... The little flea bag actually had some strength in him, the fact that his wrist had hurt for two periods after the incident proved that fact. He wasn't sure weather or not to just drop the case though, because he himself WAS the one that had grabbed him first and pushed him into a chair. The boy had just been defending himself and he would have done the same thing. However, had it been anyone of his friends that had twisted his wrist like that, they would have gotten a beating for it; but the boy already looked beat down, he was puny, he was sure that he alone could break the kid in two if he tried. He sighed, he was tired...the days events had made him more moody than usual. Or in other peoples eyes, it had made him more quiet. But the fact was that he wasn't in a good mood.
Right now though, all Jacob wanted to do was forget about school, his mother, and his life period. He would wait for the food, then watch some TV and then go to sleep. ' yeah that sounds good'
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Erick got to his house and entered, he tried to go as slow as he could. If his dad was here, he didn't want to see him now. He opened the door to his room, and he entered and laid down.
Erick started to think about the days events; today had most certainly been a VERY bad day. He couldn't believe that he had actually gotten into a fight on the first day of school...luck was most certainly NOT on his side. He wondered what he was going to tell his dad, he didn't want his dad to be angry again; that was never a good thing, but at least this time he could say that he DIDN'T start the fight. He sighed as he realized that even if it wasn't he who had started the fight, his dad wouldn't care. His father usually found any little reason to yell at him and to hit him. He decided he would just wait till the situation came and then he would wing it! He would just try to make the best of it. That's all he could do anyway.
" HEY YOU LITTLE RETARD GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, I HEARD YOU COME IN" Erick tensed as he heard the familiar voice yell. ' Oh shit, here we go again'
It was his father, somehow, like always, found out he was there...no matter how hard he tried to go unnoticed. He left his room and walked towards his fathers.....'Maybe I should just leave, leaving would be a good idea, I wouldn't have to deal with this all the time...the hurt....the hiding...' Running away wasn't that bad of an Idea...He could just disappear, I mean it's not like anyone would actually miss him, right? His dad would probably throw a party! He stopped in his tracks and continued to ponder these thoughts....It wasn't the first time he had considered this, in fact he thought of doing this at least once a week. It was so tempting to just get up and leave, to just start fresh without all the pain and hurt that his father caused him to feel. Anything was better than living with his father...
" HEY YOU BITCH, WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING AROUND LIKE SOME RETARD!!??" His dad grabbed him by the head and pushed him into the wall. His head immediately started to pound and he could see nothing but stars.... 'oh shit...ouch!' His father had apparently gotten bored because he left. After a few minutes He could see clearly again, and he knew that if he went to his room he would get into more trouble. So he took a deep breath and started down the stairs to look for his father once again. His father was in the kitchen sitting down as he ate Macaroni and cheese..
" What the fuck happened to your face?" His father looked at him with his eyes narrowed in anger.
" You fucking slammed it into the wall". He replied Cooley. He knew that he never helped the situation like this...but it was a routine now, he was never going to be able to take shit without saying anything about it. His father was used to it...but that didn't mean that he liked it. In fact he usually got hit for it.
His father was still staring at him with a disgusted look in his eyes...That look hurt Erick more than all the physical abuse... That look held a hatred that he could never stand...That look made him sometimes just want to die. His father picked up a knife that was on the table and threw it at him. Erick ducked, and was lucky that his father missed. He regained his balance and just stared at his father, hoping that he looked as angry as he felt. Hoping that his look would affect his father at least a fraction of the way his fathers looks affected him.
" You got into another fight didn't you? You're such a fuck up, you will never learn will you?" His dad said as he took a spoon full of Macaroni and cheese into his mouth.
" What the fuck do you care anyways? They fucking started it, and I only defended myself." He said...he went towards the cabinet to grab a plate so he could serve himself some food. His dad stood and grabbed the pot that had the food and threw it into the sink. Erick stared at the food and then at his father, his father grinned at him. Then he got this sudden urge to just throw the plate into his fathers face. The jerk saw he was hungry but he preferred to waste the food instead! The hurt and pain that this caused him....it turned to anger. But the thought of throwing the plate to his fathers face left as soon as it came...Reminding himself that his father could beat the shit out of him anytime. And his father would do it without regret. His father was a large man, a whole head taller than Erick. He could take Erick anytime he wanted to, and he usually did.
" Go find your own food you little prick.." His father spat out at him as he pushed Erick into the table. Erick made a muffled noise then he fell to the floor. His stomach was hurting now, he had hit it on the corner of the table. He grabbed his stomach to try to ease away the pain. He saw the knife that had been thrown at him earlier on the floor and contemplated the idea of throwing it at his father; but he knew that if he missed he would have it coming. He knew from experience that that would only bring him more pain and hurt. So he simply sat there hugging his stomach and trying to control his anger.
" I'm going to leave now, When I come back I want this house clean". He heard his father say as he walked out the front door. Then he heard the car turn on and drive off. His father was gone. He sighed, as a feeling of relief sprung through his whole body.
When his father left he was usually gone for a week or two. Now that they were in a new neighborhood he was sure his father would go exploring. He just wished that when he left that he never came back. He hated it because his father always usually came back drunk and with a whore. That or he came beat up with blood all over him, out of both, he preferred it when he came home beat up. The bastard deserved that and so much more, he just wished that he was the one to give it to him. He looked around the house and grunted...The house was a complete mess. They had moved here two days ago and it was already a dumpster. ' how the hell did this happen?' He sighed as he got up. However he already knew the answer to his own question. His father was a pig. Sometimes on purpose so that Erick would have to endure more work. Either way Erick didn't like the mess, so he would clean it.
TBC
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Thanks for those that read this story..I hope you guys liked it. Um, I'm going to start working on the third Chapter, so please review and tell me if the flow is going good. Byes!
Jacob had just gotten home, he walked to the kitchen and saw a 20 dollar bill hanging on the Fridge. He grabbed it and looked at the note that was attached to it...
Hey sweetie, sorry I have to work late again. Buy yourself some pizza OK, or you can buy what you want. Just DON'T MAKE A MESS, or you WILL clean.
Much love, Mom!
He sighed, and threw the note into the trash. He decided pizza sounded good, so he called domino's and ordered himself a large pizza with pepperoni. He walked upstairs to his room and jumped on his bed. He started thinking of the new boy that had grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Eh, the fucker had it coming, no one lays a hand on me and just gets away without a fight.
He wasn't sure if he would seek the boy out again the next day for revenge. Perhaps he would make the boy a punch bag for himself on a regular basis...The idea sounded good. He was upset that the bastard had twisted his hand in front of his friends... The little flea bag actually had some strength in him, the fact that his wrist had hurt for two periods after the incident proved that fact. He wasn't sure weather or not to just drop the case though, because he himself WAS the one that had grabbed him first and pushed him into a chair. The boy had just been defending himself and he would have done the same thing. However, had it been anyone of his friends that had twisted his wrist like that, they would have gotten a beating for it; but the boy already looked beat down, he was puny, he was sure that he alone could break the kid in two if he tried. He sighed, he was tired...the days events had made him more moody than usual. Or in other peoples eyes, it had made him more quiet. But the fact was that he wasn't in a good mood.
Right now though, all Jacob wanted to do was forget about school, his mother, and his life period. He would wait for the food, then watch some TV and then go to sleep. ' yeah that sounds good'
~~~~~~
Erick got to his house and entered, he tried to go as slow as he could. If his dad was here, he didn't want to see him now. He opened the door to his room, and he entered and laid down.
Erick started to think about the days events; today had most certainly been a VERY bad day. He couldn't believe that he had actually gotten into a fight on the first day of school...luck was most certainly NOT on his side. He wondered what he was going to tell his dad, he didn't want his dad to be angry again; that was never a good thing, but at least this time he could say that he DIDN'T start the fight. He sighed as he realized that even if it wasn't he who had started the fight, his dad wouldn't care. His father usually found any little reason to yell at him and to hit him. He decided he would just wait till the situation came and then he would wing it! He would just try to make the best of it. That's all he could do anyway.
" HEY YOU LITTLE RETARD GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, I HEARD YOU COME IN" Erick tensed as he heard the familiar voice yell. ' Oh shit, here we go again'
It was his father, somehow, like always, found out he was there...no matter how hard he tried to go unnoticed. He left his room and walked towards his fathers.....'Maybe I should just leave, leaving would be a good idea, I wouldn't have to deal with this all the time...the hurt....the hiding...' Running away wasn't that bad of an Idea...He could just disappear, I mean it's not like anyone would actually miss him, right? His dad would probably throw a party! He stopped in his tracks and continued to ponder these thoughts....It wasn't the first time he had considered this, in fact he thought of doing this at least once a week. It was so tempting to just get up and leave, to just start fresh without all the pain and hurt that his father caused him to feel. Anything was better than living with his father...
" HEY YOU BITCH, WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING AROUND LIKE SOME RETARD!!??" His dad grabbed him by the head and pushed him into the wall. His head immediately started to pound and he could see nothing but stars.... 'oh shit...ouch!' His father had apparently gotten bored because he left. After a few minutes He could see clearly again, and he knew that if he went to his room he would get into more trouble. So he took a deep breath and started down the stairs to look for his father once again. His father was in the kitchen sitting down as he ate Macaroni and cheese..
" What the fuck happened to your face?" His father looked at him with his eyes narrowed in anger.
" You fucking slammed it into the wall". He replied Cooley. He knew that he never helped the situation like this...but it was a routine now, he was never going to be able to take shit without saying anything about it. His father was used to it...but that didn't mean that he liked it. In fact he usually got hit for it.
His father was still staring at him with a disgusted look in his eyes...That look hurt Erick more than all the physical abuse... That look held a hatred that he could never stand...That look made him sometimes just want to die. His father picked up a knife that was on the table and threw it at him. Erick ducked, and was lucky that his father missed. He regained his balance and just stared at his father, hoping that he looked as angry as he felt. Hoping that his look would affect his father at least a fraction of the way his fathers looks affected him.
" You got into another fight didn't you? You're such a fuck up, you will never learn will you?" His dad said as he took a spoon full of Macaroni and cheese into his mouth.
" What the fuck do you care anyways? They fucking started it, and I only defended myself." He said...he went towards the cabinet to grab a plate so he could serve himself some food. His dad stood and grabbed the pot that had the food and threw it into the sink. Erick stared at the food and then at his father, his father grinned at him. Then he got this sudden urge to just throw the plate into his fathers face. The jerk saw he was hungry but he preferred to waste the food instead! The hurt and pain that this caused him....it turned to anger. But the thought of throwing the plate to his fathers face left as soon as it came...Reminding himself that his father could beat the shit out of him anytime. And his father would do it without regret. His father was a large man, a whole head taller than Erick. He could take Erick anytime he wanted to, and he usually did.
" Go find your own food you little prick.." His father spat out at him as he pushed Erick into the table. Erick made a muffled noise then he fell to the floor. His stomach was hurting now, he had hit it on the corner of the table. He grabbed his stomach to try to ease away the pain. He saw the knife that had been thrown at him earlier on the floor and contemplated the idea of throwing it at his father; but he knew that if he missed he would have it coming. He knew from experience that that would only bring him more pain and hurt. So he simply sat there hugging his stomach and trying to control his anger.
" I'm going to leave now, When I come back I want this house clean". He heard his father say as he walked out the front door. Then he heard the car turn on and drive off. His father was gone. He sighed, as a feeling of relief sprung through his whole body.
When his father left he was usually gone for a week or two. Now that they were in a new neighborhood he was sure his father would go exploring. He just wished that when he left that he never came back. He hated it because his father always usually came back drunk and with a whore. That or he came beat up with blood all over him, out of both, he preferred it when he came home beat up. The bastard deserved that and so much more, he just wished that he was the one to give it to him. He looked around the house and grunted...The house was a complete mess. They had moved here two days ago and it was already a dumpster. ' how the hell did this happen?' He sighed as he got up. However he already knew the answer to his own question. His father was a pig. Sometimes on purpose so that Erick would have to endure more work. Either way Erick didn't like the mess, so he would clean it.
TBC
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Thanks for those that read this story..I hope you guys liked it. Um, I'm going to start working on the third Chapter, so please review and tell me if the flow is going good. Byes!