The Popular Boy

With vicious fury I punched my way through the school's boxing bag in the gym, all that was heard was the sound of my fists hitting the bag and the grunts ranging from soft to loud as I offloaded my anger onto the unfortunate boxing bag.

This was a usual activity for me, after school I would go to the gym and release all the stress. The school was always empty after hours ended because no one wants to stay at school and do extra work, plus the people in the school are hard-working and don't need to stay behind because they've done everything.

I looked at my fists, they were red and bruised as usual, my fists burned from the hours of punching I put them through everyday. The red mixed with my fair skin. I breathed heavily, leaning against the punch bag for support as I caught my breath. Feeling as if I was being watched I turned around but there was no one there. I shrugged to myself, internally scolding myself for being so stupid and pulled my dingy shirt back on, followed by my stained blazer then left.

I waved to the cleaner on the way out, smiling at her and began my walk home in the dark.

As I got closer to my house, my heart began beating harder. Harder, harderharderharderharder. I stood outside the house getting ready to open the door with my keys, my heart was now so loud that I was pretty sure the whole world could hear it.

The door swung open. My heart skipped a beat.

A huge hand grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, the hand threw me on the floor and closed the door.

"Where the fuck have you been!" raged a ferocious voice laced with venom.

His breath stank of alcohol, you could probably smell his breath from space given half the chance. I picked myself off the floor, I looked my uncle straight in the eyes.

"I said, where the fuck have you been!" he spat, his eyes trained on me like a hyena ready to attack.

"I told you, I go to the gym to keep fit" I said tired of telling him.

"Don't you dare talk back to me!"

Before I could say anything back he grabbed me by the hair and held me up above the floor.

I screamed in pain as he yelled that this was my fault as he always did.

After hours of torment of him punching, hitting and slapping me he finally tells me to go to bed.

I trudged my way upstairs, I got to the sink, I have to wash myself at school because Uncle Jason said I can't wash here. I quietly turned the tap on and washed any blood off me, as I did every night.

I closed my eyes and went to bed, but I knew Uncle Jason wasn't going to let me sleep anyway. I was just nodding off to sleep when suddenly the covers were yanked off me. My eyes snapped open, he was naked, he ripped off my pyjamas and got on top of me, holding me down. He forced his dick inside my mouth and shoved it down my throat making me gag.

"Suck it you fucking faggot" he said

After he forced his dick in my mouth he then went to my butt, he gripped my cheeks with his hands, he spread them roughly making me wince and he then sharply forced himself in.

I screamed into my pillow as he shouted slurs at me while raping me, he then left after a while. I breathed hard and again I didn't get any sleep.

My phone woke me up at 5AM, I hate waking up this early but in order to dodge him I have to. I stealthily slipped around the house getting dressed and headed out as soon as I possibly could, grabbing my bag on the way out.

I walked into the school, I went straight to the shower room, I turned the shower on and washed my bruised and beat up body, I washed my hair and face, then got dressed again and brushed my teeth.

I listened to music waiting for the bell to ring signalling for school to start. It was now that the tears started to come out, the amount of stress that I've been under has finally gotten to me. I again felt someone looking at me, I wiped my tears and looked to the door, but again, there was no one there. The bell rang. I walked to my class.

I walked in and took my seat at the back, I put my hands in pockets and sat waiting for the teacher to start form time. "Noah, Headphones and Phone away, I can't believe I have to tell you this every morning" yells my form teacher Ms Menzie.

I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly stuffed my phone and headphones into my blazer pocket.

Ms Menzie took the register and told us updates for school, then the bell rang. As I walked out the classroom to science, my eyes caught Liam, the popular boy/class clown looking at me, but i couldn't seem to read his expression. That was weird, I thought, he never looks at me.