Once Upon A Reality..Boyxboy

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Is this reality?

Or is This make believe?

I've decided to continue this story because of all these views. This story might take longer updates but I still will continue it.

Xoxo Jay

Chapter 2

"You're such a fuck up."

"You're a disgrace."

"Faggot."

These are the things that I've been hearing since my mom passed. My dad, the angry, alcoholic, piss-pot of a man hated me. Period. It's not like I try to make him angry, it's probably not even my fault, it's his. He hates himself, not me. 

 'Keep telling yourself that', my subconscious snipped at me. 

"I hate you."

"Slut."

"You'd spread your legs for any kind of praise, wouldn't you?"

He's never truly hurt me physically but the mental abuse that his hate towards me is far worse than any kind of physicality he could ever do to me.

Is this what I deserve?

Of course I don't but I used to think that constantly as a child. Even before my mom died, he'd hurt me when she wasn't around.

"Whore."

"Cocksucker."

Word after word, I don't know what to do. Who to go to.

"Bitch."

I blinked and I was brought back to the present. Turning my head sideways, I surveyed by surroundings. The park..I'm safe here. Propping my head back up to look at the sky and continued to cloud-gaze.

"Sin?"

"Mmm.."I murmured. My eyes blurred to turn the other direction. "Yes, Lucas?"

"Shouldn't you head home?"The police officer, Lucas, questioned me both with his words and his eyes. 

"I'll be fine. It's not that late. It's still day out-"

"It's sunset."

"Oh.." Was the only think that left my lips as I continued to stare at him.  

Watching his lips, I could seem his swallow as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, " Let me take you home, Sin."

"I'll be fine. Dad doesn't care what time I come home anymore. He's too drunk to notice," I snorted.

"He's still at it? I thought the amount of DUI's would get him to stop."

"Naw. That only made him stop driving and drink even more with all that extra time on his hands."

"How does he get to work?"

"He quit his jump a month ago, said he won the lottery or something. I don't keep track with his excuses anymore; only his moods," I mumbled as I bite my bottom lip and fiddled with the stress ball that was in my hands. 

"And what mood is he in?" 

"Angry, probably. He's always angry...Had to get out before it got worse."

"Did he hit you?"

"No. He's never hit me," not with his fists. 

"Do you want to come over for dinner? Wife's making chicken tonight."

"No," I shook my head. 

"Are you sure? It's going to be good." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Yeah, I'm sure," still fiddling with the stress ball. Squeeze. Squeeze.

"Okay but text me when you get to Mary's house, okay?"

"Kay," I muttered.

Nodding with a smile, he turned on his heel and left. Let me alone with my thoughts.

Next stop: Mary's. 

Sorry for how short and how long it took me to finish this chapter. It's just a filler chapter. The next we meet Mary. Can you guess her importance?

Xoxo

Jay