Gone and Come Home Ch.2
#3 of Gone and Come Home
It is nine years later, three years with my adopted parents. They have no other children, my father is drunk and abusive, and my mother is over stressful and yells at me like no other. Today I am starting halfway through the semester at a new high school, because my father had to move to find a new job, and my mother works from home so she did not hesitate. Today was my first day. Oh, did I mention they swear way too much?
*EEEEEEEH EEEEEEEH EEEEEEEH* *BANG*
I lashed out and beat my alarm clock into submission, and groggily climbed out of bed. Less than five seconds pass and I hear my mother right outside my door:
"GET THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE LATE!! BREAKFAST HAS BEEN READY FOR FIVE MINUTES!! GET UP!!! I SAID-"
"Please, mom, I'm up. Please stop yelling..."
"I WILL STOP FUCKING YELLING WHEN YOU GET OUT OF YOUR FUCKING ROOM!"
With that, he heard her stomp down the creaky wooden steps downstairs.
"Lord of God..."
I got out of bed and quickly dressed, getting some long jeans out of my closet, along with one of my plain red shirts. My parents don't really care about what clothes I have, as long as I have some, and that goes for most of my other things as well. For them, my happiness is obviously not an issue.
I got dressed and quickly got downstairs. As I sat down to eat my plain breakfast of bacon and a frozen waffle, my father, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, nonchalantly found it a good idea to point out to me said,
"First day of the new school. Don't fuck this one up, bitch."
My father drinks every moment of the day, and breakfast is not an exception. We left the last city because he lost his job due to his drinking problem, and he likes to put the blame on everyone else, as thick as it can go.
"Eat, kid. The bus will be here any minute." My mother commanded of me.
I quickly ate the simple breakfast and headed out on the porch to wait for the bus. A few second out, and:
"COME BACK RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL OR ELSE YOU'LL REGRET IT BITCH!" My father yelled after me.
Thankfully, the bus came at that moment, so he could not destroy me any more, until tonight.
I got on the bus, all eyes turning to me as the new person, and came to an empty seat with nobody else around. Out of my earshot, five guys whispered to themselves.
Nearly to the school with no bad interactions so far, I thought it was going to be okay. I was wrong.
"Hey! You're new, huh? Where'd you come from?" All of a sudden, five seniors jumped me, causing me to slightly jump in shock. There was a tiger, a dragon, another wolf, and two dogs, all of which looked like they could fully overcome my scrawny body.
"Oh....uh...i...i"m new. I come from Eastland..."
"OH! I have relatives in Eastland. I hate those relatives..." Joked one of the dogs.
"Oh, um, we're here, I should go..." I said quickly.
"Oh, nonononono..... Come on, we'll show you around some."
"Oh, thank you, I would love that, thanks." I said gratefully.
"Oh no problem." Snickered the tiger, which was doing all of the talking and clearly the more powerful of the five, also the smarter.
All six of us made out way off of the bus and easily led me behind the school to the faculty entrance, also where the garbage and storage is.
Jim got up and out of bed like normal, got dressed quickly and went to brush his teach and prepare for school. Jim is a senior tiger in the same school as Gregory, and well muscled and toned. He is the captain of the local high school football team, and has worked hard to get everything he has now. His body, his position, his knowledge. He looked in the mirror at himself, his white belly fur and his orange and black stripes running along his back and arms. he steps in the shower, letting the cold water turn warm along his skin and run through his fur. Once done, he picks out some long jeans and a Jackass shirt from his extensive closet, and runs downstairs to each breakfast. When he got down, his parents were sitting at the table drinking coffee, and his breakfast sitting there, a nice array of bacon, eggs, and waffles. As he garbled it down, his father bleated out:
"I heard that you have a new kid at your school starting today. He's come in from Eastland, and he seems to be in pretty bad shape. I have talked to his parents, seeing if they wanted to meet up to have somebody to be friends with, and his parents don't seem to be the nicest people. Why don't you find him today, see if he needs somebody to talk to."
"Will do dad, I'll go see him." He responded, not really thinking about it. "I'll see you guys later, I love you."
"Love you too sweetie." His mother said as he left for school. He got in his car and drove off to school.
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He drove up just in time to see the dumbfuck 5 talking the new kid behind the school, who knows, maybe they like him. They never do that for anybody else, so let's just leave them for right now. Not thinking about it, he walked in and began his classes.
They led me behind the school building, out of sight about a hundred feet, and the tiger nodded to two of the bigger ones. They led me a bit further, then out of nowhere, the two standing next to me grabbed my arms, trying to get away I tugged and pulled at my arms, but for no avail as the two hundred pound dogs held me firmly. Then out of nowhere, the tiger came around and punched me in the stomach as hard as he could with full force, knocking the wind out of me, and going limp. The two dogs dropped me to the floor, my form slumping to the ground, but not before the tiger kicked me in the head with a full force, knocking me back into the concrete wall, slamming against it with much force. Blood started to trickle out of the corner of my mouth as I tried to inhale from having my breath knocked out.
"So, you think you can fucking come in here, all cool and stuff, and just walk in to our turf?" With the end of the sentence he lashed out again at my side, and with a bone crunching force slammed into my left ribcage, making me yowl with pain as his foot connected with me, knocking me to the side and having my head crash into the trash container with a loud thud. The two dogs picked me up again, and the right side of my face was covered in blood, running down my neck and onto my red shirt, blending in. He took the opportunity to mangle my leg as he kicked it in from the side, causing me to kneel on the ground, only supported by the two dogs as a yowl went out through the air as I felt my leg twisted in abnormal ways.
"Fucking answer me!" He yelled and rammed his fist into my face again, and again, and again, each time causing blood to splatter across the ground where my head flung.
"Lets finish the bitch." That word, that one word, caused me to think of my entire past. My abandon, my adoption, my father and his problems, all flashed into my mind just as the last punch was brought down, but this time had a much larger impact. Right before I lost consciousness, I saw the tiger take off something from his hand, and gave one last kick into my face that knocked he against the wall and sealed the deal. Blood ran down from all over my face and my leg lay at an odd angle as I passed out completely.
Jim was on his way to lunch when he met up with his best friend, Jacob. Jacob is a large dragon who played linebacker for the football team, and easily weighed 200 pounds. He was a nice bluish green color, with lovely teal striped leading down from both of his nostrils, back behind his ears, and down his back, only to end at the tip of his tail.
"Hey Jacob, what's new?"
"Uh, not much. I was just wondering, have you seen the new guy? Nobody has seen him and he was supposed to be in one of my classes, and he wasn't there. We should look at lunch today."
"Yeah, you're right, something is wrong. My father told me that his parents are not that great, and he told me that they didn't want him talking with their son. So, I was going to meet him today, but if he's not here, how am I to do that, eh? But where is he? Nobody has seen him?"
"Nobody at all."
"That's really weird. We should go look for him at lunch, you're right."
So, they got their lunch, and looked around for at least half of their time, and were not able to find him. They asked around, nearly everybody, and nobody had seen him all day, some never even knew there was a new guy.
"Alright, after lunch we should go ask the teachers. But for now, lets just eat."
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After they ate, the went to go and find one of the teachers. They found Mr. Lethin, the sociology teacher.
"Hey! Mr. Lethin! Have you seen the new kid that was supposed to be here today?"
"No, in fact, I was trying to get some information myself. Do you know where he would be?"
"No, I actually was trying to find out where he was myself. You haven't seen anybody with him?" I asked.
"No, have you?"
"Well, I saw him with the five bully kids earlier today, but they seemed nice enough to him, so I let it go past." I said with not much concern.
"Jim, this could be something. Did you see them going anywhere? Where were they going?" Mr. Lethin said, somewhat concerned.
"Yeah, they were going behind the school. They weren't doing anything to him as far as I saw."
"Was the tiger with them??" He said, very concerned now.
"Yeah, but why would that matter?" I said, very confused.
"Follow me. Now, This is bad." He said, walking away very fast towards the back of the school, with me and Jacob following him.
"Why is that bad??" I asked, now getting concerned myself.
"Because tigers and maned wolves have something over this area of land. It's like gangs to them, if you trespass, you know what happens. That tiger is also smart and has a lot of things to work with, so just because you didn't see anything doesn't mean that he didn't do anything. Come on, hurry." We hurried through the deserted halls, everyone still eating lunch. We saw the janitor to the school, also a dragon. He was full sized and black and little red highlights, very muscular and very well respected. He once locked a kid in a closed for two days because he said his parents were whores.
"Mr. Wezley, come with me please." Said Mr. Lethin.
"What's wrong? Has Jacob or Jim done something wrong?"
"Neither. I need to explain this to you." Mr. Lethin started explaining the situation to Mr. Wezley, and I knew something was very, very wrong. I engaged in my own conversation to Jacob about the subject.
"Jacob, what do you think happened?"
"Well, if the worst is he's dead."
"Holy..."
"No, no! That is the absolute worst, he's probably just got bullied a but by the kids and ran away like they wanted him to, no harm done, just a scolding and detention for the five and he'll be back tomorrow."
"You're right, it's going to be fine-" At that time, we walked out of the faculty entrance, and the first thing we saw was a limp, bloody, beaten body lying next to the door, slumped against the wall and bloodstained all over.
"Holy fuck!" Jim yelled out in complete shock at seeing this body lying there.
"Oh shit..." Jacob whispered.
"Oh no, Wezley, help me, we have to get him to the nurse, now. He's unconscious, but he's alive and breathing, but badly beaten. Come on, everyone, lets get him inside and to the nurse."
"Well, he's got a large laceration to the skull, a few bruises too, his knee was out of place, I put that back in, and lots of other bruises and cuts along with a few missing teeth." The nurse concluded.
"Leave him here for a while, Jim, would you be willing to take him home in your car at the end of the day?"
"Sure, yes. I'll drop by at the end of the day and pick him up. Is he still out?"
"Thank you, and yes, he's still unconscious. If he is still out at the end of the day, I'll go with you to explain things to his parents. If not, I'll let him do it."
"Okay, thank you." With that, Jim exited the room and went on to his classes for the day.
"Fucking answer me!" He was kicked and punched over and over again, trying to escape, but the pains in his body were too much.
Then there was a loud bang, a flash.
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I sat straight up in bed, so fast that I gasped for air, screaming my lungs out as I saw a person in a white coat coming to my side, but still fizzy from my disorientation. I looked into the white one's eyes, and then went out of focus, then fading as I lost consciousness and fell back onto the bed, too exhausted and physically abused to stay awake in that situation for long.
Later that day:
"Hey, Miss Lazarth, I'm here to pick him up." Jim said, entering the nurses office.
"Oh, good, thank you. He's awake now, and feel free to talk to him for a while. I think he's a little suspicious about everyone, so before he goes in a car with you, try and earn his trust."
"Alright, thanks."
Jim went to where the little bedroom is, and quietly opened the door and looked in. There were two light blue eyes staring back at him, and immediately they began rapidly backing up, along with a brown shape trying to back as far to the wall as possible. I thought this tiger was the same one who had beat me up earlier today, and I was trying to get away as fast as possible.
"No, no, please. I'm not the same one that hurt you. I'm here to be your friend. I was one of those who came looking for you when you didn't show up to any of your classes. My friend and I, along with two teachers found you outside next to the dumpster, and brought you in here."
I still didn't trust this tiger one bit yet, and still was pressed up against the wall, and pressed farther as he moved closer to me.
"Please, it's okay. The one who hurt you today, his name is Guyah, he's a real mean bastard. he and his ground are called "The 5" and they are the dumbed motherfuckers to every walk this planet. Please, it's okay."
I seemed to be warming up to what this tiger was telling me, and I felt okay about him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Jim." He said, offering a hand.
I looked at it for a while, then slowly extended my hand, very cautiously, and eventually lightly took his hand and weakly said "My name.....is.....Gregory" I sat up a little, as I was still cautious but I was beginning to like this tiger.
We talked for at least an hour, and within that time, I fully trusted him afterwards, and we became great friends. He was the first one that had shown anything to me other than hatred to me here.
Then, he offered to take me home, of course, I agreed. I was so happy now, I had found someone that I could talk to, and that I was beginning to have small feelings for. I was the happiest I had been in years time.
I tried to get out of bed, and my left leg could barely support me as I walked, and he allowed me to put an arm around his frame to support me a little as I walked. Feeling that lean tiger under my arm really spiked my interest in him.
He walked me out to his nice little car, a small Honda car. I got into the passenger seat, him in the driver. Before he started the car, I had to know.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" He looked a little stunned afterward, but then answered 100% honestly.
"No, I do not, why so?"
I then leaned over and quickly kissed him. He pulled away rapidly, not knowing how to respond to such an attack.
"Let's pretend that didn't happen, okay?" He said uneasily.
"Yeah, good idea." I Could tell that he liked it a bit, but it was just so sudden that he had no time to know anything was happening. We drove the rest of the way in silence.
Being in a presence with him seemed to eliminate the thoughts of my parents, but when we pulled up, they came back, along with the rain.
"Thank you, very much, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I guess so, Gregory."
"Please, just call me Greg."
"All right, Greg, I'll see you tomorrow."
With that, I got out of the car and walked up the stairs to my house as Jim drove away. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Immediately, my life was back to the way it was.
Both my parents jumped me.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING!?! YOU'RE OVER AN HOUR LATE!! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU??? YOU'RE SO USELESS! WE GIVE YOU INSTRUCTION ON WHAT TO DO, AND HERE YOU COME AN HOUR LATE, WITH A HUGE GAUGE IN YOUR HEAD AND WHAT THE FUCK! A LIMP! YOU'RE SO USELESS!"
"I got beat up, okay? Leave me alone." I tried to walk up the stairs, but...
"GET BACK HERE BITCH!!!"
"What, Father?"
"YOU GOT BEAT UP? YOU'RE A FUCKING WOLF! YOU DISGRACE US ALL! YOU ARE A WORTHLESS, USELESS, FUCKING PILE OF HORSE SHIT! A WORTHLESS BITCH, THAT'S ALL YOU ARE! i WISH WE HAD NEVER ADOPTED YOU! I CANNOT BELIEVE WE DID THIS!!"
With the end of his furious anger, my father came up to me threw me on the ground as my mother watched, pleased in fact, and started kicking me in my sides, my face and my hurt leg, emitting screams from me as my father abused me in front of my mother.
"I cannot believe we made this mistake! I knew that adopting something would just ruin our lives, not make it more exciting!" said my father.
"Wait, you adopted me because your lives were BORING? YOU USED MY LIFE, AS A STIMULATOR TO YOURS??? YOU NEVER LOVED ME! YOU NEVER WILL!! YOU ARE JUST HEARTLESS, DRUNK, SCREAMING BITCHES WHO CANT SHUT THE FUCK UPAND ENJOY ABUSING THEIR ADOPTED SON WHO HAS ENOUGH PAIN IN HIS LIFE TO START WITH!!! I cannot believe you, you sick, fucked up bastards!!!!!!!!" I yelled, sobbing all of my grief and despair and anger all into one pointed blow.
"You adopted me not out of love or compassion or care for another being to have a life, you adopted me to make your lives better, to see if it would make you more happy, to spruce up your life!! I am leaving you! I cannot live with any more pain like this, being abused every day of my life, being screamed at for doing nothing, to have all of your faults on me!! I can't take it anymore!"
"I hate you... I HATE YOU!!" I ran out of the house into the rain, my parents not caring to follow me, and my sorrow and pain soon catching up to me. The pain in my leg made it hard to walk, and my side and face took away from my overall strength. I walked in the middle of the street, not knowing where I was going, but anywhere but there, even if it meant Hell.
"Mom! I'm home!" Jim yelled after putting his keys on the counter.
"Oh! Son, hello! How was school? Did you meet the new kid."
"Yes, yes, I met him. Listen, I need to tell you something."
Jim then told his mother all that happened that day, from start to finish, all of the details.
"Oh my God, that's horrible!" Gasped his mother when Jim was finally done.
"We need to do something for him, do you think he likes cake? I'll make him a cake. I'll need more eggs, do you mind going out to get some for me dear?"
"Oh sure, be right back." Jim said, and left for some eggs.
Driving down the slippery road, going down to the grocery store to get some eggs, just plain ole going, when all of a sudden a figure was walking in the middle of the street, walking like it was drunk. As he approached, planning on scaring the drunken wolf, he saw who it was and slammed on the brakes. Jim rushed out of the car and was trying to comfort me.
"Whoa, whoa, what's going on, what's wrong, what are you doing out here?"
"Parents..............can't go back..............................please......help....me.............."
My mental stability failed and I collapsed in Jim's arms as he helped me back into his car and drove back home as fast as he could.
As Mrs. Emrodite was preparing all the ingredients (minus the eggs) the door burst open, and her son's voice said,
"Mom! Help me here!"
"Oh my God! What happened?!"
"This is the kid from school, I was driving down the road and he was walking in the middle of the streets, I got out to see what was going on and he passed out in my arms."
"Jim, go get some towels, get your father down here too! Tell him to get some blankets, he's burning up!"