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      Published: 2015-03-28 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2026
****** Ugly, Hated, Unwanted, Yet Loved ******
by Terence
Summary
     Caleb blames and punishes himself for a accident he couldn't control.
     Chase has been told he was worthless trash by almost everyone. Can
     these two broken beauties get together? (Hint: the answer is yes.)
Notes
     Yay, my first real story on this site! I have no one to beta this, so
     please tell me any mistakes. I hope you enjoy this!
See the end of the work for more notes
I pulled off my gray shirt that had seen better days. I stood in front of the
full body mirror and looked at my revolting body. I twist around a bit and
notice how you can easily see my ribs. I stare at all my scars before I turn my
arm to look at my scarred wrists. I need more. I need to be punished. I quickly
lock my door before I reach under my bed and grab a red shoebox. I open it and
pull out my trusty razor. I slide it across my my arm, dangerously close to my
wrist. I set it on my wrist and push down a bit. No. I can't kill myself. I
need to be punished further. I need to do this. It's the only way I can live
with my-disgusting-ugly-self.
"Caleb, come down for dinner!" I hear my father call.
I make a face before yelling, "Alright, give me a minute!" I put on my shirt
and go to the bathroom connected to my room and wash my wrist. I pull the
sleeves as far down as they can go before I jog down the stairs. Dad can't
know. He wouldn't forgive me for punishing myself even though I deserve it. I
mean, I killed his wife and two daughters. Why does he even care about me
still? I reach the bottom step and head towards the dinning room.
"I made spaghetti, your favorite." I smile softly. I think he know that it's
fake.
"Thank you, Dad."
I sit down next to him. There are three empty chairs. I bow my head in shame
for a bit before I pick up my fork and start twirling the pasta on it. I stare
at it before flicking my eyes to father to find him staring at me. There's no
way out of it. I slowly bring the fork full of food closer to my mouth. I
swallow thickly before I put it in my mouth. I tried not to groan as it felt
like millions of razor blades going down my throat.
I darted my eyes to Dad and see him smile before he starts eating himself. I've
only eaten about 6 bites before he's done.
"Caleb, eat your food."
"I'm full," I lie.
He slams his fork down before yelling at me, "I know your not! Stop lying to me
and eat your food!"
I duck my head and stare at the plate. "Why?"
"Because you're starving yourself! Eat or I swear I will force feed you!"
I jump up and run. I get halfway to stair before he pins down. "Caleb! You need
to stop this! Stop punishing yourself for something that was an accident! I've
forgiven you! Forgive yourself!"
I feel the tears stream down my face. "I can't! It's all my fault! I killed
Mom, Marie, and Carrie! I need to punish myself!" He hugs me as I sit there
crying. He slowly pulls away when my sobs turn into light sniffles.
"Now go eat." I nod my head and get up. I sit down and start to eat slowly. He
stands over me and makes sure I eat everything. When I'm done he grabs my plate
and takes it to the kitchen. This is my chance. I get up and make a break for
the stairs. He hears me and runs after me, but I'm already halfway up the
stairs.
"Get down here!" I just keep running until I reach my bathroom. I quickly slam
and lock the door. I'm kneeling next to toilet when I hear him pounding on the
door. "Open this door right now!" I ignore him and pull my hair back before
shoving two fingers down my throat. I don't even gag before I throw up in the
toilet.
I sit there breathing deeply for a while, listening to Dad yell at me. Finally,
I flush the toilet and get up. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and
unlock the door. It opens and my father is sadly staring at me.
"Why? Stop doing this to yourself." I just shake my head before I head to my
room and close the door. He doesn't stop me. I turn out the light and take off
my shirt, making sure I'm not in front of the mirror. I really don't want to
see how gross I am. I quickly pull off my pants and lay down on my bed. I shut
my eyes and turn onto my side. I turn again and stare at the ceiling. I lay
like that for a while, just memorizing the patterns once again. I dart my eyes
to clock. 11:00PM. It's been 3 hours already. I have to go to school tomorrow.
I turn again and stare nowhere in particular. I look at the clock. 03:00AM. I
have school in 3 hours. I try to sleep, but it keeps escaping me. I start to
think about how I can escape eating tomorrow. I think about it for an hour
before I fall asleep.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP

I groan and turn onto my side.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

'Beep beep beep!!!' I want to yell back at it.
Instead, I slowly get up and shut it off. I tiptoe to my dresser and quietly
open it. I grab a red shirt that says 'WHO YOU CALLING CRAZY?!' with a guy
underneath, who has a crazed look on his face. I put that on and find my black
ripped jeans.
I quietly walk to the bathroom. I have to brush my teeth and wash my face, but
I don't wanna wake him up. I take a deep breath and turn on the water. I wait a
bit before I start brushing my teeth. Suddenly the door opens. I quickly turn
around. I start to shake when I see who it is.
'Oh shit. I woke him up!' Is all I can think.
"Hey, Little Mouse." He says in his disgusting voice. I turn around and try to
finish brushing my teeth. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck.
"Good morning, Little Mouse." I close my eyes as fear starts seeping in. I spit
out the toothpaste and wash my face. The whole time he's standing behind me
kissing my neck and shoulder and petting my mousy brown hair. When I finish, I
try to get away, but he pins me to the sink.
"Nope. You're not getting away." I quickly look around for something --
anything-- to get me out of this bad situation. I show his my watch pointing at
the time with a pleading look in my eye. He looks at it. "It's 6. So what?" I
point to my school bag. He looks at it. "So what?" He knows what. He knows I
have to go to school. I beg him to let me go with my eyes. He knows I'll no
longer talk to him, or anyone else for that matter. He sighs in a teasing
manner then smirks.
"Suck me off, then you can go." I try to push pass him but he's bigger and
stronger than me. He pushes me to my knees in front of him. "Suck." I look at
him pleadingly. He just laughs and pulls down his black sweatpants. His
erection springs free and he grabs it and slaps it against my cheek. "Come on,
open up, Little Mouse."
I turn my head and attempt to get up. He pushes my shoulder with his free hand
and presses his erection against the seams of my lips. "Open. Now." I
hesitantly open my mouth. He suddenly shoves his penis in. My eyes water as he
forces himself in and out my throat. He grabs the back of head and brutally
fucks my face. He groans and comes into my mouth. He refuses to let go of my
head so I'm forced to swallow or choke. He finally let's go, pulls up his
pants, and goes back to his room.
I cough and wipe my mouth with the back of hand and I quickly get up and re-
brush my teeth. I grab my bag and all but run out the door. I look at my watch.
6:30. I have 30 minutes. Good. I take my time getting to school. I know that
there's only more pain for me there. I stop at the school gates. I can see my
usual bullies. Shit, they see me. I look down and try to walk around them. I
have no such luck. They grab my backpack and throw me to the ground.
"Hey, Chase-the-fag. Wanna suck my cock? Of course you do, your gay. You love
the thought of sucking cock. It doesn't even matter who's. I bet you suck your
dad's dick, too!" They all laugh as I seethe. I want to get away. I need to get
away.
I get up and make a dash for the big tree. They all chase after me, and one of
them manage to grab hold of my backpack. I shake it off and climb up the tree
as quickly as I can. I don't stop climbing until I'm about 30ft from the
ground. I sit and pant as I stare down at them.
"Get the fuck down here, fag!" I shake my head and breathe deeply. Fuck them.
Fuck all of them; fuck my dad; fuck that bitch, Keith; fuck all of my bullies,
abusers, all of them. Fuck them all! I feel my eyes sting as tears gather in
the corners. I look down, just to have a rock thrown at my face. My hands fly
up to cradle my most likely broken nose. The bell rings right then.
"We'll see you after school, bitch." They walk away, leaving me stuck in the
tree, with a bloody, broken nose. I groan and slowly climb down. I'm about 20ft
off the ground when I miss my footing and fall the rest of the way. My eyes
widen as I free fall. Shit! Oh fuck, something's going to break when I fall. I
don't have the money to pay to get it fixed.
I just close my eyes and hope I don't break something serious. My eyes are
still closed when I realize that I should've hit ground by now. I slowly open
my eyes to see beautiful green eyes. My eyes widen as I realize that those eyes
belong to the school heartthrob, Hunter. He smiles his dazzling smile and put
me down.
"Are you okay?" I quickly nod my head, and instantly regret that. My hands fly
up to cradle my nose. Fuck, that hurts. "Oh my gosh, what happened?!" He yells
in I think is concern. I hope it is. I point to my nose and to a rock. "Someone
threw a rock at you?" I slowly nod, trying not to hurt myself further.
He grabs my arm, which puts me on edge. I rip my arm from his grip and glare at
him. He looks at me oddly before he gently grabs my arm. "I'm just trying to
take you to the nurse, okay?" I eye him warily before following him.
Lucky, the halls are empty and we're able to get past without any odd looks.
When we get to the nurse's office, we see she's not there. He sits me down on a
cot and looks for a nasal strip and tissue. He comes back with one fucking
tissue. I stare at him.
"What?" He asks, slightly scared. I get up and grab, like, 20 tissues. I mean,
come on man, my nose has turned into a fucking fountain. I shove the tissues up
my nose and sit down next to him. "Turn towards me so I could put this thing
on."
I comply and he gently puts it on. He keeps his hands on my face even after
he's done. Okay, dude, move. I try to scoot over, but he grabs my waist and
drags me closer. "Nope. I helped you, so you gotta pay me back. Let me fuck
you."
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