" Don't resist boy!" my dad yelled, throwing me against the wall and kicking me in the ribs. I had went back to apoligize to them but when I had gotten there it was only my father; my father with his ice blue eyes so cold and his face looking so old from stress. I couldn't tell if he was glad or sad to see me, all I knew was that he was angry with me and I didn't know why.
" faggot..." he spit
" asshole..." I spat. His fists once again collided with my ribs and I coughed, sending a small amount of blood onto the carpet floor. I saw tiny eyes staring back at me; my little sister's, she looked terrified and it almost felt as if she were going to have a heart attack but by now, she was probably used to it. Before I had met Stephen a year ago, or even started living on the streets my dad was like this; complete drunk and in all honesty, I was heading down the same path he did and I never wanted this. I got up, holding my ribs and huffed, letting my hair dangle into my face.
I walked over to my dad and patted him on the shoulder.
" I love you....." I said as I kissed him on the cheek, grabbed my bag and opened the door but was stopped by a small hand grasping mine. I looked down to see my sister grasping my hand, I smiled and picked her up, covering her in a blanket and walking out the door, hearing sobbing in the background; my dad had finally broken, I smiled, cuddling Tresa in my arms, she smiled and cuddled closer, shutting her eyes as we walked.
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" Happy birthday to Braydon, Happy Birthday to you!" I smiled as George brought out the cake and smiled. Sixteen candles were lit, all shining brightly in the dimmed room. Tresa looked up at me with adoring eyes and smiled; I had pretty much taken her as my own daughter and was trying to convince George that we should share the responsibility but no matter what we always seemed to get in an arguement over it.
" Make a wish big brother!" Tresa said happily as the small, lopsided cake was set in front of me; I made my wish and blew out the candles, hoping my wish would come true.
" Present!" Tresa exclaimed handing me a peice of paper with her handwriting on it.
" Hapee Birtay big bother" I read out, giggling a bit as I read the spelling errors. I smiled and thanked the little girl, kissing her forehead.
" and..I'll give you my present later..." George winked as he ushered the little girl to her room and tucked her in. I watched as he kissed her forehead and said goodnight as he turned the lamp on dim and walked out, closing the door almost shut but leaving a small crack in the door so a small amount of light could get through.
" Come to bed?" George asked as he wrapped his strong arms around my neck lovingly and kissing me, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the bedroom. I knew what he was going to do, and over the last year I've come to like him touching me like this. Ever since George stopped drinking he's been a totally different man and hadn't hit me in almost seven months; I was proud and in love. George looked at me and kissed my lips, rubbing his hand between my legs, kissing and sucking on my neck before going lower and lower. He carefully made love to me, making sure everything he did felt good and comfortable.
" I....lov...e...y...Ahhh..." he moaned, emptying himself inside and burying his nose in the crook of my neck. He pulled out and slid into bed with me.
" I love you...Happy birthday..."
" same here...best...present..." I mumbled, cuddling close and falling fast asleep, dreaming of him...his touch and his love...however "him" was not George.
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Addicted
Teen Fiction" It was five years ago when I first saw him; he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon. The perfect image of imperfection." My name is Stephen King; and I'm addicted.
