A new change

Chapter 2

W-what?"

"You heard me, this is no longer your home, I don't care where you go, but you are not staying here. Not under my roof." His mother scolded.

"So I'm going to be homeless," Sam said shakily, on the verge of tears.

"Pack your stuff and leave, I don't want another word come out of your mouth." His dad said, blank expression.

Sam was in pure shock, he couldn't move. He snapped himself out of his daze, bursting into tears, but knowing there was no coming back from this argument. Suddenly an extreme weight could be felt on his shoulders. He turned his back on his parents and made his way to his room. He shut his bedroom door, slowly turning to look into his room. He was now hyperventilating; he was at lost for words. Sam walked over to his school bag that was leaning against the wall near his bed, picking it up and walking to his wardrobe.

Something nobody knew about Sam was that he was a cross-dresser. He had two to three skirts hidden in the back of the clothes rack. He didn't want to be hated more than he already is, so he ignored them. Grabbing jackets and sweatpants, anything that showed himself as more masculine. He felt confident wearing skirts, but can't handle the stares he gets. Maybe later in life, they'll come back.

He finally grabbed his cellphone, taking a glance around his bedroom one last time. He created many happy memories in the very room he stood in. Only for it to forever be a memory. Slowly Sam made his way to the bedroom door, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He opened it, making his way to the front door, right before he can leave he hears feet coming towards him.

"Sam, please don't go away, please." His sister begged it surprised him to see her crying.

"I'm so sorry, but they have kicked me out there's nothing I can do or anything you can do. Just look after yourself for me." Sam said, opening the front door and about to step out.

"I love you, Sam, please be safe," his sister said. "I love you too."

With that, he stepped out into the cold air. It was pitch black and the only light was the orange streetlights. Sam did not know where to go, everyone in this small town hated him, or made fun of him. So he just walked where it felt right.

Shortly later, to his left was an alley. He decided he would stay there the night; it was already fairly late. He sat himself to the side of a big green dumpster. This was going to be Sam's life now. Sam had shut his eyes, on the brink of falling asleep. He heard rustling further back into the alley, he just guessed it was a raccoon or something. Rushed footsteps were pounding their way to Sam. He quickly opened his eyes, not even a second later he was being lifted by three men. Sam was squirming in their grasp, trying to get out.

"What are you doing, let me go!?" Sam yelled. They didn't respond to him but were talking to each other. He got out of one guy' grasps, making a run for it heading for the street. Sam ran as fast as his feet could take him. He looked over his shoulder to see if the men were following him. The men were decked out in black clothing, wearing black ski masks.

Sam whipped his head back around. His reaction was not fast enough, and he ran into a parked vehicle that was on the footpath. Stumbling backwards from running into it, his body gave out on him, the back of his head hitting the ground. The three men were quickly at his side, picking him up. Sam's ears were ringing from the impact, but he managed to hear.

"If blondie comes back dead, you know he won't be happy."

Sorry for not updating in forever, been enjoying holidays