In between lines [Boyxboy]

7

~Joey's POV~

TW: abuse

Levi and I got out of the car and grabbed our bags, he told me to wait outside for a few minutes and that he'd text me when I could come in.

I stood at the end of the driveway with my hand through the handle of my bag as it was swaying at my side.

I was getting more and more nervous as I saw the boys small form cutely scurry up to the door, unlocking it and walking in.

I clenched my phone in my hand waiting for a message to come in, when it finally appeared I ran up to the house, Levi opened the door and gave me an apologetic look. I only gave him a creased eyebrow look telling him it was okay and he had nothing to be sorry for.

"Who is that Levi?" His fathers raspy voice echoed from the kitchen.

"My uh... friend Joey," I love how he says my name.

"Come here Joey," I look at Levi and he mouths a soft 'Sorry'.

I walk into the kitchen to find a cigar in his mouth and a beer in his hand, "now what business do you have with my son?" He demanded.

"We're friends sir,"

"Mmm... good, don't want no faggot queer hanging about with my son," I stepped back, hearing Levi's voice hitch in his throat from behind me, I waved my hand for him to fully get behind me.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I don't want no son that's gonna f a man!"

"Then why'd you have a son!" With that, Levi buried his face into my back as he sniffled, my shoulder blades locking as I felt tears run down my shirt. Oh no.

"What?! Get the fuck out of this house!" I fumed as I spun around and wrapped Levi's shoulders in my arm as we walked towards the front door.

"Levi is staying here!" His dad shouted from behind me and the petite boy. Levi, obviously fed up grabbed my hand and took my arm from around him.

"Like hell I am! You're a horrible father and were a horrible husband! Mom's gone because of you! Now I am too! Are you happy with that?! The fact that your family broke apart because you could care more about your drugs and your potbelly stomach than your own child? Your own FUCKING CHILD," He stood there with a shaky voice trying to fight back tears, a quite 'leave' coming from his dads mouth, "What?"

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT," Tears poured as he latched to my side and I picked him up to bring him to the car, taking the keys from his hand and ushering him to the passenger seat.

He buried his face in his hands as he let out uncontrollable sobs, not knowing what to do, I parked at our spot, the one where he took me to have a picnic, his thinking place.

He looked at me and I gave him a frown, I hated seeing his bloodshot eyes and his cheeks that swirled with confusion. I grabbed his hands from his face and we both turned towards one another. I cupped his face in my palms and wiped away his tears with my thumbs, he only grabbed onto my wrists for extra security. I let out soft Empathetic noises to calm him,

"I don't know what to do Joey!"

"Shhh, it's going to be ok," he nodded as he let out a struggled breath, "You can stay with me! We'll have a lot of time together and I guarantee my parents won't care... Ok? And once you get bored of me, because I'm obviously the most boring, dry person ever," he chuckled, I'm glad my jokes are working, "you can stay at Isa's if you really need to!"

"You're amazing," he rested his forehead against my own and we sat there, I guided him in taking some deep breaths to calm himself down, and it worked.