Bruises and Blood part I

Razor Simons was perched on the window sill in his upstairs bedroom, finishing off the last of his cigarette.

“Damn him. Why did he have to go and rat on me?”

Razor asked himself as he stared out into the darkness. It was the middle of summer and even though he had his t shirt off, sweat still trickled down Razors’ chest. At sixteen, Razor was tall, at least 6’1, muscular, blond hair, blue eyed, and he had a tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon on his left shoulder blade. Sensing someone was coming, Razor jumped off his perch and closed the window, putting the cigarette butt in the ash tray underneath his bed. A second later, his bedroom door opened and his dad stood in the doorway, glaring at him.

“What the fuck do you want?” Razor asked glaring back.

“Don’t take that tone of voice with me young man!” his dad yelled.

Razor rolled his eyes and showed his dad his middle finger.

“Fuck you.” Razor said in a calm voice, not paying attention to his dads’ balled up fists.

“Oh so you want to act like a smart ass?” his dad asked, walking towards his son.

Razor stood his ground not budging an inch when his dad, who stood a good 4 inches taller than him, grabbed Razor by his belt and lifted him off the ground. Razor spat in his dads’ face and Mr. Simons threw him against the bedroom wall. Razor staggered around, trying to get his balance back.

“Now you want to be a smart ass to me go right ahead.” his dad said.

Without thinking, Razor charged him and hit him in the stomache. Mr. Simons barreled over and nearly fell to the ground. Regaining his senses, Mr. Simons grabbed a spiked chain that hung on Razors’ wall, and slowly walked toward him. Razor tryed to get away, but it was no use, his dad was twice his size and he had more muscle than Razor. Throwing him against the wall again, Mr. Simons began to beat Razor with the chain.

“Stop dad, you’re going to kill me!” Razor yelled, but it was no use.

“You wanted to be like a man by hitting me, now I’m going to show you how much of a man you are!” his dad yelled back, hitting him even harder than before.

Razor tried to focuse on his dad, but everything was going black. Every now and then he could see his dad above him, but then he’d become unconciouse……


By sexyvampirechick15

I'm a 16 year old gothic girl. I love to write poetry about myself, my friends, the people I hate, school, my parents, and other adults that have met or seen me.