Salvation BoyxBoy (Under Major Editing)

Grand Piano

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His face was red with anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breath reeked of alcohol as he screamed at me.

"Where the hell were you!!? Sucking lads!!" He screamed. I cried in pain as he pulled my hair and shook me. I knew the reason; it was because dinner was late. He always got mad over the most ridiculous things.

"GAY QUEER!!" he yelled and slammed my head against the wall, I saw a bright flash of light and another appeared as he threw me against the wall. My head collided against the wall with a loud thud and I fell into a crumple heap. He pulled me back up and punched me in face before thowing me against the wall where i kay there gasping for air.

I sobbed as I began stumbling towards the kitchen. If I didn't cook quickly he'll get mad again. It's was still difficult to breathe, though I had to admit, that was one of the shortest beatings in a while. I guess it's because we were in the living room and he was afraid the neighbors would hear. Slowly regaining my breath and wiping the tears away while still hiccuping and sniffling I walked to the kitchen, I needed something simple and quick, so I decided just to make a soup. Quickly I chopped up meat and veggies and threw in ingredients into the pot and cranked up the heat to make it faster. once dondI served it into a bowl and toasted some bread and quietly headed towards my father's room. The TV was blaring the sounds of baseball or football, or god knows what. I knocked loudly and my father opened the door and shoved me aside, I kept my eyes to my feet and I walked towards the kitchen to clean up while mpy father sat down and slowly chewed on his food while I cleaned up the kitchen. I wasn't very hungry, so I simply placed the remainders of the soup in the fridge and made my way to my room.

"What the hell!" I heard my father yell while spitting out food, I quickly turned to see him standing up and hacking the food out.

"Oh no," I thought to myself and gazed at him in fear. I was paralysed.

"Can't even cook right! You lazy piece of crap!" he yelled and flung the bowl of soup at me. I screamed as I feel red hot pain flare through my arm and another shock-wave of pain came as my dad shoved me into the wall as he grabbed his keys, I heard the door slam and I whimpered as my skin throbbed and burned; slowly getting up i stumbled up the stairs. I had a splitting headache and my body once again was racked with pain, turning on the cold water in the shower and removed my clothes I slowly stepped in. The cold helped a little, but my skin still stung. I didn't even know it was that hot! I stood there and cleaned myself up and when I got out I once again inspected my body; it was routine now. Blotches of red began appearing on my naked body, adding another colour besides black and blue. A tear slid down my face and I quickly wiped it away.

  I smiled weakly as I looked at my reflection and touched my lip; the lips that Ray had kissed so many times today. My mood brightened as I remembered everything that happened today, turning off the light I slipped under my covers trying to getting some sleep.

I woke up and winced. My skin and body still burnt and once again, I slowly went through my routine. Today I wore a turtle neck to hide the marks on my neck and looking over at my unfinished gloves, winter hat and scarf I needed to finish those soon, it's getting really cold and soon or I was going to get sick.

I picked up my bag, and then stopped and bit my lower lip. I didn't have my job anymore and I needed one bad. I sighed and quietly crept out of my room; I walked down the stairs and heard the heavy snoring of my dad. Another night of heavy drinking, good job dad. I browsed in the kitchen for a bit, not wanting to go in the cold immediately to trudge through the fresh snow and face the icy winds. I had my head struck in the fridge when I heard a loud knock at the door. I jumped and I swore quietly to myself as I rubbed the tender area of where my head bumped against the fridge and hurried to the door and opened it, only to have a huge figure barrel into me and swoop me up. I wriggled and squirmed when I realized the familiar scent.