True P.O.V

People say to count your blessings and not your flaws. I have an issue with that. What blessings are there to count? I know for other people, this saying is probably true. For me? I have more flaws than blessings.

My life has taken a literally down-hill spiral. And it all started this morning.

I woke to hear the alarm clock; in my brother's room. I, myself, don't have an alarm clock. I could get one, but my siblings may break it saying it's too loud.

I sigh as I rub my face with my hands wishing it was Saturday and not Friday but I could wish as much as I wanted, it would still be Friday.

I know, Friday is the last day of school for the week! Video game time! That is the normal teenager. Me, oh shit I'm going to be stuck in a house with people that hate me.

So Friday is probably a 50/50 kind of day. Good because I can get away from my bullies, bad because of my family.

That's what ran through my head as I got dressed. Of course, since my life just sucks, my brother, I'm going to let you guess which one, slammed my door open.

Thankfully I was decent, I just happened to be putting my shoes on when he burst in.

"Hurry the hell up!!" He shouted at me in his once-friendly voice. With that my brother left, slamming my door closed, causing me to jump, the sigh.

If you previously guessed it was Chris, you were right. Another thing about Friday's, it was party night. Not like a high school party, Chris has one whenever both our parents are gone and the younger siblings are out of the house, either with the parents or at a friends house.

The party I'm talking about is the one our parents take us to, one because of dad's job. I don't usually have to go but last night father had told me I was going to this one, or he'd beat with a belt, like last time I disobeyed him.

I usually stood by my family and did nothing, I think they liked it that way because I couldn't embarrass them. They care more about their image than they're family. Pitiful.

I usually wore a hoodie and ignored everyone around me. The only time I'm noticed is when dad introduces the family. He can't really skip over me, we sort of having to stand in age order, meaning I have to stand between Chris and Madisyn, she was born before Michael. Everyone loves twins!

And everyone hates True. It's a shame, really.

I slip on my left shoe before grabbing my phone, and headphones and stashing them in my pocket. I grab my side sack and walk out of my room, not even caring if my siblings were in the hallways or not. One was.

Madisyn was simply walking by my room, but when she saw my door open, she decided to slow down.

"Freak!" She hisses at me before skipping down the stairs.

"Freak!"

"I hate you!"

"Mistake!!!"

I shake those thoughts out of my head, I can't be thinking those things.

Those thoughts don't help.

They never do.

I sigh before walking slowly down the stairs, unconsciously rubbing my cut stomach. I didn't notice the rubbing before I was in the kitchen and I caught Bryan staring at me, rubbing the cut area that he'd seen bleeding no more than a week ago.

I stopped rubbing the spot instantly. His gaze snapped up to my face, I noticed his eyes rimmed with tears that haven't fallen.

I quickly left the kitchen and was about to leave when a voice I fear more than the others stopped me.

"True." My fathers deep, the gruff voice stopped my hand from touching the doorknob.

Jamion Night. To people inside the mafia, he was relentless, evil. To people outside the mafia, normal people, he was a father, a family man, and he was. To me, he was a guy who had sex with a woman and I was the after effect.

"Like I said last night, you better be ready and have your ass in the car by 5:05 or I'm going bust your ass." My father said before I got the small nod of approval to leave, my hand instantly grabs the knob and rushed out, and away from my family, and my personal hell.

After grabbing my bike, I take off, the wind blowing through my platinum blonde hair. If I was leaning against a wall, my head would be against it.

I speed quickly down streets wishing my life wasn't as bad as it is. Again, wishing doesn't work.

Well, actually wishing may work for others, it sure as hell doesn't work for me.

I drive block by block towards school, my mind on tonight. I wasn't necessarily scared of tonight, I'm afraid I'm going to mess up. In my father and mothers eyes, one miss step could result to me having a very bad bruise, well bruises. You know what a belt feels like? It hurts. A lot. Especially if your hit by the clasp. I've had marks scattered on my skin from me whacked by the clasp of a belt.

When I see the school come into my sight, a cold sweat sets in. The last few days of school have resulted in many, and I mean many lustful gazes from Mr. Troy, Union being Union. If Union wasn't punching me, he was touching me in a sexual way.

I swear the people in this school and their hormones must be out of sync cause these people are crazy.

I park across the street, like always. I get off my bike, checking both ways for cars, and cross when I see no cars are coming.

Kids fill into the school like any other school day, except today they seemed more active, ready for the weekend. Then I see a sad sight, my family limo, a vehicle I rarely ever get into. A door opens and out comes Chris.

I know spoiled rotten. He doesn't even drive to school half the time, he has the limo bring him. I knew the driver personally, we talk sometimes. He's a nice guy. But he works for my father.

And anyone who works for my father does what my father says.

I look away from the scene and walk into the school, with my head down. Attempting to make myself invisible.

This one time, my invisible attempt seemed to work. I manage to get to my locker, without a single blow to my person.

I unlock the locker, and note seems to fall out like leafs from a tree. I know what those notes are. Death wishes. There notes from people asking me to kill myself.

It's not the first time someone has stashed this kind of notes in my locker, and most of the time, I agree with what they wrote.

I sigh as they finish falling on the floor.

"You need help picking them up?" A sweet voice asks. I look up to see Dayne. Dayne was in the popular group, but she was different. She didn't spread her legs like everyone else in her group, she managed to keep hold of her v-card. Dayne had chestnut brown hair that curled at the tips, bright green eyes, and just enough up front. The only downside about her is that she's simply to hyper. I nod calmly at the over the hyper girl. She smiled a large smile at me, grabbing the awful papers into her hands. Dayne knew what the papers were, anyone in the school, whether they were my bullies or not, knew, well except for Chris.

In an instant, another girl walked up to Dayne. Dayne had this really shy and quiet friend named Nicole Andri. Nicole was mixed, not to be racist. Nicole was actually one of the few mixed people in our whole school, and she was proud of it when she had the nerve to say that out-loud that is. Nicole had curly black hair that stopped right at her shoulders, she had clear skin and bright blue eyes. She was beautiful but hid behind glasses and a book that was usually stuffed in her face. Nicole and Dayne were polar opposites yet such close friends some could call them BFF's.

"Come on Dayne," Nicole said quietly in a clear voice. "Well be late for class." That's another thing, Nicole and Dayne have the same class routine. How I don't know. Dayne nodded at Nicole, before looking back at me, giving me a pity glance and walked away arm in arm with her BFF. Pity . . . was not something I wanted.

With that, and all the notes, which I threw away, I grabbed my science book before closing my locker and walking towards my least favorite class. Mr. Troy's.

I took a deep breath before walking into the pedophile's classroom. He was sitting at his desk, but when I walk in, he looked up and a creepy smile popped onto his face. This man is going to burn in hell if there is hell. This man would be burning by now. Though I know at least 1/20 of the students wanted him. Creepy.

I walk to my seat, Claire walking in shortly after. I lay my head against my desk. A sense of fear was already sweeping in.

Claire didn't ask if I was ok, she knew better, I'd probably lie and say yes. She knew that. She knew me that well. Claire was a lesbian, but if she wasn't and I liked her that way, we'd be the perfect couple. But who wants perfect? It's too ordinary for my taste.

That's when the lesson started. I tuned out most of it, not really interested in the logic of the solar system and its energies.

I already knew this stuff. It's boring as fuck.

Before I knew it, the bell rang and we were free to leave.

But just as I was about to head towards the door, "Mr. Night could I speak to you?" Mr. Troy asks me. I freeze up, Claire sends me a look of pity. I sigh and as everyone else is free to head towards the second period I'm stuck with a rapist.

Fun. Sarcasm, my old friend.

I walk over to Mr. Troy's desk already afraid. He wouldn't do anything, would he? No . . . I hope not.

"Yes, Mr. Troy?" I ask quietly, afraid of this teacher. He smirks at me with an evil look in his eyes. Lust was also there. Seriously! Man, you have an attractive wife, has lusty thoughts about her, not me!

"True. I heard you got detention, I wanted to make sure you're doing okay." His smirk was larger at the word detention. You fucker.

"Everything is fine." Well, except my life, and of course the fact that I even have detention.

"That's good so I'll see you at detention." He winked. I take a step back, a look of horror threating to appear on my face If I was in his presence much longer.

His smirk seemed to take a darker turn at the sign of me trying to escape.

"You leave now, Night. But during detention, you'll be all mine. That's a promise," He said with a large grin. "You might want to scurry to your next class, my wife is waiting." He said with an evil smile. I gulp and rush away with my stuff, running even faster when I heard him chuckle.

I rush through the hallways and accidentally bump into Chris. I slammed into his muscled chest. I bounced off of him, thankfully catching myself before falling onto the floor.

He gave me a look of annoyance before his look changed concern upon seeing my already fear filled face. I never, and I mean never looked at Chris with fear. He may punch me, curse me out, kick, yell, scream but I know he'd never kill or rape me. Thus why I never really fear him.

"True are yo-" He was about to ask, but I quickly grabbed my stuff into my arms, pull my sleeve up slightly and rush off towards Mrs. Troy's class.

Little did True know that when he pulled up his sleeve, bruises showed for the whole world, and his brother, to see.

I quickly sat down next to Claire just as the bell rang. She looked over to me slightly, before glancing back at the board, but I knew what she was saying, "Well talk about this later." And I agreed later, would be a better time to talk about this.

Mrs. Troy's social studies lesson was actually usefully, or it would be if she knew what the hell she was talking about. She had to look at the book every 5 seconds to read it out loud and didn't explain anything.

So a 50-minute class turned into the most boring lesson of my life. Claire seemed to agree as she literally fell asleep, but she kept muttering during the lesson when Mrs. Troy said something wrong, a sleeping Claire would say the same word or sentence but correctly.

I love that about Claire, the smart-ass she is, maybe my closest non-best friend.

When the bell rang, Claire snapped awake in the middle of the sentence.

"Let's go," I say to her with a gentle smile that I know didn't reach my head. To math, we go.

Mrs. Michelle is one of my favorite teachers because of her niceness. I think she knows I'm abused, but I can't be sure. I mean she may just know I'm bruised from bullying but I think she see's past that too.

As I walk into the class, I see a smiling Mrs. Michelle. She smiled at me when I walk in.

I sat in the back like I do in every single class. But today something was different. None of the jocks or cheerleader came to class on time. They all came in five minutes after the bell. They all seemed to glance at me before sitting in their seats. The cheerleaders giggling and laughing among each other. What did they do?

I got my answer after class. I had to head towards cooking class, which I personally loved going to since I'm an awful cook. Of course, I had to pass my locker, where the jocks, cheerleaders, and popular kids were swarmed. I then saw why. they had a full-out body drawn, cuts and bruises drawn, fake blood dripping from cuts. A penis attached at the lower area where it should be, with a large quote saying, "Suck me!" It was awful. Fake blood was dripping onto the floor, and awful sayings are written on the lockers surrounding mine and everyone around mine.

"Faggot!!!"

"Fag!"

"Fairy!"

"Sucker!!"

"Kill YOURSELF!!!"

"Mistake!"

"Get out of our school, faggot!"

"Dumb Ass!"

"Fucked, not fucker."

"Taken it up the ass."

"FAILURE!!!"

"Mess up!"

"DIE!!!!"

"END YOURSELF!!"

Every single one was written in another hand, by another can, paint, pen. Another one of my peers hates me.

With that Kyle burst through the crowd with Luke in a suit. Once he saw what everyone else saw he froze.

That's when Chris showed up. Though his facial expression changed really quickly from shock to anger. All my time trying to hide the bullying is over, because the one person I was hiding it from, just found out.

"WHO DID THIS?!?!?!" He yelled obviously knowing this was my locker.

The jock and cheerleaders seemed to pale at my brother but then one of the bigger ones stepped up.

"The fag fucking deserves it." The jock said confidently. Oh, he shouldn't have said that. Chris's eyes seemed to darken with a blind rage. Chris stalks up to him his fists balled up.

Tears well up in my eyes as I ignore my brother about to fight jocks. The tears fall, and I turn and retreat, away from jocks, the cheerleaders, Kyle, Chris, my LOCKER, and ran into the bathroom stall and allowed the tears to fall.

I don't really know how long I sat on the dirty bathroom floor, but I remember my phone going off. I grab the phone out of my pocket and see it's 2:14, my last class, my free period.

I pulled myself off the wall, sniffling. I opened the bathroom stall and walked out. No one was in the hallway. I walked back over to my locker where the 'thing' still was. I opened my locker door, grabbing my side sack and walked out of school.

I whipped my eyes, putting a smile onto my face. This is just how life is. Why cry over it? It's probably going to happen again.

I get on my bike, ignoring the buzzing of my phone, and drive home to lay in bed, before the awful party that I simply don't want to attend.

The drive was quick probably because my mind didn't even seem to be on driving, and I don't think it was necessarily safe but I made it home alive so whatever.

I parked at the side of the house like I always do, before rushing into the obviously empty house. Rushing up to my room, I lay down on my small ass bed, putting a 4:15 timer before laying my head on my pillow and soon after falling asleep.

I didn't want to get up when my alarm went off. But I really didn't want to face my father's belt today.

Or any day.

I pulled myself up from the bed, grabbing a hoodie, throwing it on over my head, adjusting the strings before throwing the hood up. I checked my jeans before approving myself.

I sigh as I open the door.

I walk into the hallway not seeing anyone but hearing Madisyn shuffle around her room, mom's voice coming from in there too, probably helping Madisyn look her best.

I walk down the stairs seeing Chris and Bryan sitting at the island. Chris looking distant, lost in thought and Bryan simply looked sadder than usual.

I walk past them, there both to lost in thought to notice or hear me walk outside, and close the door.

Outside was out limo. I smile slightly before climbing into the limo. The driver smiled at me, but not talking, probably seeing I wasn't in a mood to talk. I glance down at my phone, seeing it was only 5:00. Seem's I beat my family.

I heard the front door open and my family fills out of the house.

"I swear if that boy doesn't get here by 5:05 I'm going to b-" As he opens the limo door and sees me, his conversation stops.

I see him look down at his watch, and I was here before him so, before 5:05.

I win.

My family filled the limo, in a dead silence, a common result of me being in a car with them. Chris kept giving me side-glances filled with concern and caution. Bryan was sort of avoiding looking at me in the face, he seemed to continuously glance at my stomach. Madisyn and Michael were on their phones, mom and dad were quietly communicating with each other.

The drive took about 30 minutes, and in 30 minutes we did absolutely nothing but stare at each other, and of course, Madisyn and Michael were loving there unlimited data.

We pulled up to a large mansion, not as large as the Clenevence estate, but it was a rather large mansion. The limo parked and the driver came out and opened the door for my family. My parents get out first then Chris, me, Madisyn, Michael, and then Bryan. After the youngest gets out the door is closed by the driver and then he got into the limo and waited for the event to finish.

Already in our order for the night, we simply follow our parents into the mansion. People in fancy clothes, talking to each other. I recognized these people. They were in the mafia or married to someone in the mafia, or children of someone who was in the mafia.

This place wasn't very safe, but my father didn't seem to care as he easily glided through the crowd, people obviously knowing who my father is. People holding alcohol seemed to watch my father cautiously. I knew he would be acting like both sides of him, fatherly to my siblings and mafia gun dealer to the others.

The lights illuminated the halls, the woman in shiny dresses seemed to shine brighter in the lighting. I tugged my hoodie onto of my head and fell in behind Chris. I was sort of using his height to hide me.

Then we came to a stop.

"Jamion, good to see your family all looking wonderful as usual." A familiar voice asked my father. My eyes widen. Alister Clenevence.

Alister P.O.V

I hated going to events like this. There simply boring. My brother was here somewhere, but he had to leave his boy toy at home to keep him "safe" from the mafia. Said by the mafia prince.

I had been approached by many women tonight, obviously looking for a good one night stand, trying to hide their binding band of marriage.