Thoughtfully Forgotten {BxB}

Chapter 1: Class

TW: Cussing, rape, abuse, violence, screaming, panic attacks, anorexia, self harm, gayness, lil bit of an age gap but not much

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3rd P.O.V.

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    Sammy was a shy young boy at the age of sixteen. His fluffy soft pink hair, bleached from black, always falling in front of his eyes whenever he walked or blew it out of his face. He was a beauty. He was usually seen wearing his cute outfits, hiding in a corner with his face shoved into a book. 

    "Fucking hell, GET DOWN HERE," Sammy's foster mother screams. Fourth one this month. He sighs and gets up from his mattress and climbs upstairs, heading towards the women. She shoves him onto the couch and sits on top of him. "Finally, I'm horny so you're gonna let me do what I want."

    "B-But, Sandra..." She slams her fist down onto his face, making him wince and hold his face in pain. She yanks off his skirt and underwear, jerking him off until he got hard. "P-Please, d-don't do this..."

   "Ugh, your voice is annoying," She says, shoving a sock in his mouth. She sinks down slowly onto him and moans lowly, her eyes rolling up. "Yes.... Finally, a good cock..."

    "Mmf!" Sammy arches his back, just wanting to go to school. He felt blood trickle out of his nose and down the side of his face. He shakily wipes it off and manages to push her off and get dressed, running out the door. He plugs his nose and continues running to school, making sure his nose stopped bleeding. He heads inside and stops by the bathroom to clean off his face. He adjusts his skirt more and pulls up his hood before walking to his History class, sitting in the back.

   "Late, Samuel," Mr. Kitchen says, barely looking up. "Pull out your book, page eighty-seven paragraph four."

    Sammy sighs and does as he is told, starting to read. Once he was done, he continues to study before the bell rings. Once it does, he stuffs his book into the desk and gets up. He walks to his locker and pulls out his bag, eating a bruised and partially rotten apple before shutting the locker and pulling out his latest book, Tights and Bruises. It was about a Dancer, fighting for her life after she got kidnapped by this hot guy and then they fall in love and have four children. Suddenly, his friend Elias runs over and jumps on him, smiling.

   "Hi, Sam," They squeal, hugging him. Sammy shoves them off, rolling his eyes. "Awe man..."

    "S-Sorry, Elias," Sammy mumbles, scratching his neck. "I-I just had an incident with my n-new foster mom."

    "Did she do what your last foster dad did," They ask.

    "Yeah," He mumbles, sighing. 

    "Wanna stay at my place for a few days," They say, nudging him with their arm. He slowly nods and starts walking with them to their art class. They both sit down and chat a bit, talking about their plans. After a few minutes, the bell rings and they pull out their art books and supplies.

    "Alright, students. We have two new artists today," The teacher says, quietly. "Their names are Emanuel and Kyler. Please welcome them."

    Two tall guys come in. One with Brown straight hair, dark brown- almost black eyes, a bunch of ear piercings, a leather jacket and black ripped jeans on with white vans. The other Black hair, dark skin, one piercing with a diamond in his left ear, a black cap over his hair with a pair of grey sweats and a black Nike hoodie along with tennis shoes and a small bag. 

    "Emanuel, Kyler, sit next to Elias and Samuel," She says, smiling. "Elias, Samuel. Raise your hands."

    Sammy weakly raises his hand as Elias smiles brightly and raises theirs. Both boys walk over and sit across from the friends, Kyler giving them a smile and Emanuel scowling at them.

    "Alright everyone, work on your semester projects," Ms. Harper says, smiling. Sammy pulls out his starter pencil and starts sketching out a circle, thinking about what to draw.

   "Oh my god, Sam," Elias whines. "Come onnnn, pay attention to me!"

    "E-Elias, I can't e-even figure out what to draw," Sammy says, shaking his head. 

    "Just draw something similar to your last project, that one was amazing," Elias says, smiling brightly. "Can I see it again, please oh please oh please?!"

    "Sh-Sh! F-Fine," Sammy says, taking out is other sketchbook, that was full. He flips through it until finding the right page and handing it to Elias.

    "Wow... I never get tired of seeing it," They says, smiling. "Oh! Hi, Guys. I'm Elias!"

    "Nice to meet you, I'm Kyler," The one smiling says. 

    "Fuck off," Emanuel grumbles. Emanuel grabs out his phone and starts messing around as Sammy sketches a few things before flipping to another page and starting over. Lilli's were all that came to his head. He slowly starts to sketch a girl, putting water lillies all over around her. He smiles and continues before outlining the sketch. "Let me see that Sketch book, loser."

   "Okay," Elias says, smiling. They hand him the sketchbook and Emanuel flips through it, a little interested. "Isn't his art amazing?!"

    "Hmm.... it's okay," He mumbles, handing it back. "Could be better."

    "Don't mind him, he's always that way," Kyler says, crossing his arms. "Anyways, do any of you play sports?"

   "No, but Sam loves gaming and dancing," Elias says, smiling. Sammy blushes and shoves Elias, pouting. "Awe, sorry. Did I embarrass my child?"

   "Sh-Shut up! Y-You know I-I don't d-dance anymore," Sammy says, huffing. His phone rings and he pulls it out, answering.

    "Hey, get home soon. I have to finish what I started," Sandra grumbles. She was obviously drunk.

   "I-I'm in the middle of school, I-I can't co-come home, S-Sandra," Sammy says, turning away from the table.

    "No. I am ordering you to come home. I already called the school, leave at one," She growls. Sammy sighs and rubs his forehead.

   "C-Can't I just g-go to my room? I-I have pl-plans. I-I'll be lea-leaving and st-staying at my f-friends," He manages to say, sighing. 

    "No, I forbid you from doing that!"

    "Hey, if she says no, tell her that I'll go tell my uncle what she did this morning," Elias whispers, smiling. Sammy shakes his head and finishes his phone call, focusing back on his work. Soon enough, the bell rings and Sammy and Elias go to Elias's house.