Don't go (boyxboy)

Old friend

(Haven't updated in awhile! Got lazy lol. Btw this story is based of my friend, Andrew. Events that happen in this chapter may be triggering)

~Andrews POV~
Believing in God was something I couldn't do. Donate your soul to a guy who bans you to hell. I hope that when I die I go to hell, I love fire. Plus I donated my soul to satan a long time ago. I bet he's pretty chill, like me. Anyways, I was getting ready for school cause obviously missing wasn't an option lately. New school and shit they might jump to conclusions of drugs. Grabbing my book bag I slid a new package of razors into it. I thought I might need these. I started heading to school, skipping breakfast. I didn't even look in the mirror knowing I would have black circles under my eyes and my hair would be sticking up at odd ends. I haven't been eating for awhile, even if Im 5 pounds under weight I still see fat.

~Bradens POV~
When I saw Andrew he looked like hell. That boy could use a polish today, but whatever I can fix that.
"Hey Andrew, let's get to class. I don't feel like being told I was late cause we were making out. People think we do that. I mean I have some self respect!" I realized I was probably scaring him, he looked terrified as I noticed him shaking. I heard the first bell and grabbed his hand rushing him to the nearest shower room. He looked skinnier, that's saying a lot. He was already so skinny, I was worried.
"Andrew, are you ok? You're shaking so hard."
No response. He kept staring at the wall ahead, which would be behind me. It was such an ugly shade of brown. I pulled his frail body into an awkward hug, in all honesty I don't hug a lot. Human touch.. Anyways I heard a small gasp and then I felt hot tears on my arm. I wiped his eyes looking at him, and whispered gently. "Andrew what happened? Are you ok?"

~Andrews POV in flashback form~ (Sunday night) "Andrew why the hell do you have this magazine?"
Oops looks like my mom found my Yaoi. I mean.. It's hot..
"Uhm, mom it's not like they're real people." I rolled my eyes at her and she saw.
She gripped my arm roughly and looked at me in the eyes.
"I hate you. I always have since your father bailed. It's all your fault you faggot."
I smelled drugs and alcohol.
"Mom! Let go! Im sorry!"
She tightened her grip, smacking me hard. Tears.
"You are unworthy."
She tensed and spit in my eye, throwing my to the floor. I quickly got up running to my room to cry. I dug through my drawer grabbing my razor, digging the sharpness into my skin, letting my blood drip onto my floor.

~Andrews POV~
"That's what happened, Braden. I can't go home. I'm scared of my mom.." Whispering near the end I gripped his shirt tightly.

~Bradens POV~
Shock. Shock and anger swept over me. Who could do suck things to this innocent boy. I gently grabbed his arm, rolling his sleeve up. He flinched. I gasped. They were plentiful and deep. I leaned down noticing him flinch again, I lightly feathered my lips onto his cuts, kissing them ever so lightly.