He was sitting on the bed, head hanging low. The man in front of him tossing money on at his body, he shivered as the paper touched his skin.
"That was a good fuck, next time I'm bringing a friend. Make sure you are prepared." The old man left the motel room and leaving a naked boy to himself. Ricki stared at the money for over 15 minutes and then finally picked it up. It didn't matter to him anymore. The abuse, the hurting, just everything. He was numb to all of that, he kind of needed money.
On the way home Ricki went through dark alleys and made his way to a small basement apartment. He entered, a rusky voice greeted him.
It was the voice of an old friend who gave him what he needed to fell better, just for a few hours but it helped.
When he opened the door to his house, Ricki was getting greeted with a, "Where were you? Your father is angry, the teacher called." his stepmother grumbled. He flinched and stared at the living room door.
"Boy ya better come in here before I have to drag ya to me!" The boy made his way through the door and stood head down before the man on the couch. "Your Mister Smith called and said you wouldn't do your homework. I swear if you get in trouble one more fucking time, it's over for you!" His father slowly walked too him, then slapped the boys face so hard that he had trouble standing up again. "Now go to your room! I had enough of your face. Don't come out or I swear I'm gonna..." George snapped, but didn't finish the sentence. The boy made his way to the small hole he called bedroom, and stared into the mirror.
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Why? Why? Why, why, why, why, WHY me?! Why not somebody else? What did i do? While Ricki observed the new bruise on his face, he asked this question repeatedly. It was never easy to live like this. He never knew a before and definitely not an after. But a better, a time were he was able to breath. It wasn't like Ricki ever had a mother, or something like that. Two years ago, his brother, who had been watching out for Ricki his whole live took his own. Jonathan couldn't stand the pressure and the pain from the outside world anymore and decided to leave his little brother behind. In a letter to him, Jonathan explained why he did it and how sorry he was. Their father didn't even acknowledge that his son was dead and just completely forgot him. All the anger that had always been shielded of from him now crashed down upon Ricki.
School wasn't that great either. He had a few friends and was known as the troublemaker. But his grades weren't great, he had troubles learning and that all caused him to fail some of his classes. His friends didn't know about his private life, nobody knew, and he hoped that it would stay like that. But on the other hand Ricki had nobody to talk to, to help him and so he sank deeper and deeper into his depression.
His plan was to save up enough money and get away from his father as soon as possible but right now this seemed difficult.
He sunk onto his bed and waited for the next day to come, not that he really wanted to anyway.
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So this is the beginning of my first story ever. I hope someone likes it.😅
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I don't need a savior |a BL story
Romantizm"I don't need you to save me!" he backed away, "I don't care." the second boy answered and took a step forward, "I don't need you to be my hero!" he shouted but stood still, "I. Don't. Care." Felix said and took the sobbing Ricki finally into his ar...
