When it Stops Hurting (Royce)

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Chresanto's P.O.V.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"I was mad" I answered slowly, "I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to see him". I looked at my brother, "they're abusing him".

"Chresanto, you can't break into someone's house because you're mad".

"I didn't break into their house, Rayan. Jacob let me in, I was upset because of what dad had told me, so I went to see Jacob. He let me in through the window, he was badly bruised. I talked to him, he told me Pastor Wayne tried to beat the gay out of him. His parents came home, they were furious that I was there. Mrs. Perez pulled me down the stairs, Mr. Perez hit Jacob. I told Mrs. Perez that God wasn't going to save her in prison, I also knocked over a flower pot".

I could sense the frustration in Rayan's demeanor as he stared at me. "You can't see him anymore, Chres" he murmured, "I know you don't want to hear it, but it's true. Jacob's parents hate you, they don't want you near him".

"But..." I said, "but I love him, I'm not just going to let them mistreat their son. What they're doing to him, it... It can't be legal, they're abusing him! They're breaking him down and turning him into some scared little boy. Ray, I can't just let that happen, he doesn't deserve it".

"I understand that, but Chres, Jacob is their son. What they're making him do isn't right, I completely agree with you, but we can't really do anything about it". I looked at him, wishing he wasn't right. I couldn't just pop up and start trying to make changes in their household. Jacob was their son, and as long as he was under their roof, he'd have to abide to everything they were making him do. I tried to think of different ideas, anything that would allow me to help Jacob, but also would keep me from crossing any boundaries. "Chres" I glanced at Rayan, he was still standing in front of me.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't let this stress you out" he said.

"Yeah, okay".

"I'm serious" he added.

I nodded a little, "okay". I just wanted him to leave, I was appalled that he thought I was just going to let my boyfriend go through conversion therapy. I watched him leave my room, I grabbed my laptop from my desk and sat back down on my bed. Maybe I'd be able to find something on the fucked up therapy that could help get Jacob out of it.

Elijah's P.O.V.

"Do you like this one?" My mom asked, I watched as she spun around in the wedding dress. It was a strapless lace ballgown, which fit her relatively well, I didn't think the stark white color did her skin justice, however.

"Do you like it?" I asked, my eyes wandering around the relatively big room. There were other woman here doing the same thing my mother was, they were all looking for wedding dresses. I watched one woman with a beaming smile look at her, I assume, husband. You could just tell she knew that the dress she was wearing was the one. I wanted my mother to have that look in her eyes, we had been here for over an hour and I was quite hungry, but I wasn't going to tell her this because I knew she would want to leave. I didn't want to leave here without her finding a dress. I focused my attention back on my mom, she was staring at herself in mirror that was provided on the wall. "I don't know, it's really big, like round, I think I look like a cupcake".

"Some people like cupcakes" I said, she looked at me in the mirror, her lips turning into a tiny smile. "I don't think the color complements your skin very well, you have this really smooth colored mocha skin complexion and the shade of white you're wearing takes away from that. Ballgown dresses aren't meant to show off curves, they're supposed to be big and puffy, I would go for a dress that does. You should try to find an ivory colored mermaid or trumpet styled dress".