Sorry guys for such a long wait. I promise I will start posting at the most every 8 days. I hope I didn't loose to many fans for my more than a month absence. A big thanks to The_Loss_Of_Love for enspiring me to write again :).
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Dylan's Pov
I don’t ever remember a time that I was happier. And the only thing that I was doing was laying on the couch with Sam asleep on me. Just knowing the simple fact that the person in my arms was the person I have been chasing after for years, and that person was Sam…my boyfriend. The smile that has it’s self comfortably planted on my face hasn’t left for the last couple hours. It has no reason to, everything seems to be going right for a change.
Only know do I know why Sam was always smiling. He is just happy to be alive. It’s a thing we take for granted sometimes. It’s not until we really think about, when we look past the bad things, focus on what important, and really take the time to look around, that we really can see how good life is.
Sure just like anyone, my life is far from perfect. I felt like the whole world is against…well what teenager doesn’t… I know you are all thinking the same thing. ‘shut up Dylan, stop thinking so into things you skeptic, life sucks.’ And it does at times, most the time…This is what I have been doing for the past two hours…thinking. Thinking about life, the good, the bad, my entire childhood.
1st grade: I remember hiding under the sink cupboards, as I listened to my parents scream and throw things at each other, terrified. Tears ran down my face as the cuss words flew back and forth and constant smashing could be heard.
“I didn’t even want a son in the first place!” words I heard my dad use to often.
“Well you have one now!” my mom screamed back.
“That’s not my son. He is just a pathetic piece of-” I covered my ears not wanting to hear anymore. I closed my eyes and sobbed.
I looked up as the cupboard doors were opened. I was pulled by my shirt and out of my small sanctuary.
“Are you ease dropping, brat!” my dad screamed at me.
I panicked and shook my head, “I was just…You guys were…I didn’t”
“Stop your rambling, no one wants to here your mouth.” He threw me across the room.
I hit the wall of the kitchen hard and yell jolted up my throat. You may of thought that my mother at least cared about me…well she didn’t, she was just as bad as my dad. She came rushing over to me and held me in front of her shaking me, “What kind of idiot are you Dylan! Does your dad need to knock more brains into you or do I have to do it myself! Don’t you ever listen to our conversation again you spoiled brat!”
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” I cried.
“What ever, get out of here!” she dropped me and kicked me, literally, out of the kitchen.
I ran upstairs into my room. I pushed the dresser in front of the door and piled as many things as I could onto it. Then I pushed my bed against the dresser, took one of the blankets off, and huddled under the window looking outside, crying.
Present day: My room was always a safe place for me. Most the time I didn’t have the chance to run and hide in my room. I would go to school with my whole body bruised and broken. Teachers asked me about it all the time. I never told them, it was always that I fell skating or riding a bike or me just being clumsy…they didn’t always seem to believe me, but they never did anything about it.
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