They Can't Find Out (Skylox+Other Ships)

Ty's Backstory... ~Chapter 4

        Hey everyone, so I thought that I could call you guys my ashes, since obviously Spark, relates to fire. So, tell me if you want me to call you that. Thanks! <3 I Loves You Allllll!                                                                        

                                                                                Adam's POV.

        Wow. Ty absolutely flipped. I feel weird, for some reason I thought it was nice when Ty freaked out. Ooookkkkaaaayyyyy....... Thats not strange at all. School tomorrow is going to suck. My parents are going to be gone for a month on a buissiness trip. Don't get me wrong, I love them, buuuut they are just never home! As soon as they get back they leave again. I'm going to sleep. I need sleep. To clear my mind.

                                                                                Ty's POV.

        That was embarrassing. I only got so mad because I hate the word "Faggot". I mean, I hear it everyday from my "father" and "brother". The only person who cared is dead. My mom. She was killed. My father and brother pushed her out of a window, and made it look like she committed suicide. They did that because she loved me, even though I was gay. Yes, I'm gay. The worst part is, the police believed my brother and father, and they closed the case as suicide. Everytime I try to tell the police, they laugh and call me crazy. I've totally given up hope. My brother's name is Trevor, and I don't even care what my father's name is. My father says hurtful stuff all the time, but the one who does the physical damage is Trevor. He kicks me, punches me, cuts me, and sometimes smashes bottles on my head. It's annoying because I always have to hide the bruises and scars, because if someone finds out what they do to me Trevor says he is stabbing me and leaving. So, I have to hide them or I'm dead. Literally. My father wouldn't even care if he did kill me, infact, he would probably reward him. He likes Trevor because Trevor isn't gay like me. "FAGGOT GET YOUR DEAD ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Oh shit. Whatever I did, he seems pretty mad. I walk down the stairs to see my brother sitting next to my dad on the couch. "Yes Trevor?" I say quietly. "Who were you talking to?" He says surprisingly calm. "Adam and Jason." I said. "Why?" he pushes. "We were doing a parkour map on minecraft then Adam was near tears because his girlfriend dumped him." I replied, trying not to cry. I'm terrified of Trevor. "Alesa? Why did she dump him?" He asked, once again getting into other people's buissiness. "I can't tell you." I managed to squeek out, looking at the ground. "BITCH YOU WILL TELL ME RIGHT NOW!!!!" He screamed and slapped me. "And if you dont tell me, I'm getting the pocket knife and we are going to paint a picture on your wrist again." He stated. I had no choice, if I didn't tell him, I would be hurt again. "Well he... he... told his girlfriend he was bisexual and and.. she called him a faggot twice and.... she dumped him..." I muttered. "ANOTHER FAG?! COME ON!!" He yelled. "You can't talk to him anymore. Only at school because I can't stop you there. No skype or phone calls with him anymore. And your other friend James or whatever, is he gay too?" My eyes widened. I can't hang out with my best friend anymore?!?! WHAT?!?! "N-no he's straight. He even has a girlfriend." I replied. "He is fine then. I still don't see how you even have friends. Even though its only two, well now one because Adam is not allowed to be your friend." He started laughing. "Okay fag, since you have been friends with another faggot, you will get a punishment." Then he punched me in the stomach, and took out the pocket knife. I was gasping for air, and he dragged me over to the middle of the room to get a good view of what was going to happen for my father. Trevor always does it here. Thats why there are so many bloodstains. Thats why Jason and Adam are never allowed to come over. Thats why I hate my life. He brought the blade to my skin, and I shut my eyes. He laughed and said," If it hurts, just remember you deserve this. Your "friends" don't even like you. They just feel bad for you." I felt the sting of my skin ripping, felt the blood pouring out, staining the carpet, and I felt the tears well up in my eyes. This went on for about 10 minutes, 10 minutes of searing pain, when I finally heard the words," alright faggot, punishment over." I looked down to see the scars on my arms spelling out FAGGOT in huge letters. "Now get out of my face." he said menicingly.  I bolted up the stairs like a scared mouse. Tomorrow there was school, and more scars to hide. They can't find out.

I hope you like this chapter! <3 you guys! ~Spark