𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

9.

⚠️The following chapter contains mental and physical abuse and slurs, as an author I do not condone of this behavior, if you aren't comfortable you do not have to read, and if you have read the following warning and still want to read go ahead❤️

𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐃𝐄'𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃
𝐀𝐠𝐞:8

"Fucking Faggot!" Damien Asaiah's foster dad yelled at him.

Asaiah stood still as his father yelled at him.

"Only fags draw!"

Asaiah watched as Damien grabbed all his drawings from the last few weeks and folded them up.

"You wanna be a fag?"

Asaiah stayed quiet.

"Huh!"

Asaiah jumped at how loud he was getting.

"I'm not gay." Asaiah said quietly.

He was a boy who could draw, he wasn't gay and even at 8 he knew there was nothing wrong with being gay.

"Knowing how to draw doesn't make me gay." Asaiah said proudly.

"So you getting smart?"

Asaiah shook his head no.

"You getting smart, imma show you what I do to smart asses."

Damien walked out of the small room Asaiah slept in, it wasn't even a room it was more like a closet.

Damien came back with a trash can and water bottle.

Asaiah watched as Damien ripped up every last bit of Asaiah's artwork.

He took a small piece of paper from one of the drawings and pulled a lighter out from his back pocket.

Damien looked over at Asaiah to see if he was showing any signs of being upset.

Asaiah stood there emotionless.

Damien chuckled as he lit the piece of paper on fire and threw it in the trash can.

The trash can soon became full of flames.

Asaiah stood there and watched as all his hard work burned to ashes.

Damien took the water bottle and poured it on the hot flames, smoke filled the room.

"Clean this shit up." Damien laughed kicking the trash can over.

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"You gotta eat babe." Keisha a neighborhood elderly cooed.

Asaiah came to her place often when Damien was gone for the day.

Sometimes he was gone for 3 days at a time.

Asaiah sat there in silence with his head down.

Keisha touched his hand and he looked up at her with red eyes.

"Can I cry?" He asked.