With You, I'm Alive (BoyxBoy)

F.M.L

*flash back*(Nine year old Alex)

"Go go power rangers." i whispered as i held my cousins power ranger toys.

I tried not to say it too loud, then mommy and daddy would hear. I would get so excited to play with my favorite cousin andy's toys. He let me borrow the red and yellow one. I didnt really like the barbies that i had, they were pretty but they dont fight bad guys as cool as andy's power rangers.

mommy and daddy say theyre for boys and they get really mad when i play with boy's toys. I think girls can play with boy toys and so does andy.

"I wish i were a power ranger...."i say studying the features of the toy for the 100th time.

i heard the door knob turn and my heart literally dropped.

I held the toys in my hands behind my back.

"Alice... what do you have behind your back?" he says with a bit of a slur to his words.

I cringed at the sound of my name.

"Nothing..." i say as i look down at the carpet.

"Show me what you have." he says stepping closer.

Tears flooded the rims of my bottom eye lids.

" i dont have anything.." i said with my voice cracking.

"Alison, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?" he said raising his voice.

I stood up and showed him my hands. They were trembling with fear.

Smack!

I flew backwards on to my bed as he struck me on the cheek. 

"Remember ths next time you want to hide boy toys from mommy and daddy."

"youre not my daddy!" i shouted as he was about to reach for the door knob.

he started to speed walk towards me and..

*end of flash back*(3:34 am) 3-9-15

Gasp!

I woke as if i was being strangled by my demons or choking on my past. i whimpered in the fetal position holding on to my knees like they were the only thing i had.

I was actually surprised this dream was different, i usually have a reoccurring one. It was also my worst.

 ***(6:50 am)

I finally got up from my bed. i was literally just laying there and i wouldve continued if i didnt have hell.. i mean school.

well school wasnt as bad with James around. He brought good vibes and shooed away anyone with bad vibes.

i slipped on my loose hoodie so i wouldnt have to use a binder, brushed my teeth and combed through my hair a bit . my hair was short so there wasnt much i could do with it. i left my room and into my car i went.

i was looking out the window and my foster mom thought it would be a good i dea to start a conversation.

"so how is school..." she said as if the silence was eating her away.

i shrugged without even looking at her. i still disapointed on how quick it was for her to think i"d just cut right away. I'm strong as fuck. Fuck her.

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah sure, we should have this wonderful conversation over tea or perhaps coffee."I said sarcastically.

She pulls over to the side of the road.what the hell is she doing?

"Listen here you sarcastic little shit-"