Take My Hand

Part 2

Baxter's POV

The darkness surrounding my room is silencing, making my intrusive thoughts begin, am I worth it? A 16 year old boy, without a mother but with a once happy father. That is until I told him I was gay, after that he- " Baxter Monroe get your ass down here" talk of which there he is. I decide to walk down the crooked, creaking stairs to see my dad holding his black belt with a metal buckle. Meaning he found something to beat me for. " yes father?" My hands shook and my heart raced, preparing for the pain I was going to have to with hold. " I thought I told you to move the wood to barn?" His rasped voice made it worse. " I did fa-" before I knew it I had a stinging pain on my face, his hand mark bruised quickly. Tears rolled down my face and onto the wood. " go out there and take it" it was late out, but I quickly got my boots on and my jacket. Running miles down the road to the barn, seeing the wood was knocked over.

I decided to light a candle and stay for the night in my hideout so father wouldn't find me. After an hour I heard rustling and whistling , I looked out seeing a tall figure, his hair looked white and had piercings. Didnt seem like the country type. His clothes were ripped and his eyes were piercing with glasses I front of them. His body stopped walking. I stepped out sneaking behind the broken down truck. His expression was stern and serious. And his features were more masculine then mine. Perfect jaw line. " I can see you dude" his deep voice startled me and I jumped out " this is my barn" I tried to sound like him but sounded like a 13 year old who just hit puberty.

He looked at me and his expression got lighter and calmer. I held gaze with him. Fiddling with my hands and fixed my rings on my hand. Trying to ignore the stinging pain. " why are you here late at night?" He got up and closer trying to examine my face. " i- uhm" I looked away and sighed. His hand brushed the bruise " what happened?" I jumped and stepped back " i fell" I replied hesitantly. I could tell he knew I was lying so he arched an eyebrow " If you say so, what's your name anyway?" I sat on a wood table and shrugged. He gave a smile showing his dimples which I found a little cute. " Derek" he put his hand out, it had freckles and tattoos on it. I shook his hand with my boring hand with only rings. " Baxter" I mumbled and walked out. "My father will kill you if he found you in his barn especially with me, wait why are you in here?" He walked out " I'm new and I was finding a hideout and I'm not scared of your dad" I was waiting for him to say something like that. " this is my hideout I built one
under this one, you can use but dont bring girls in there" I rolled my eyes but he sort of smirked " trust me no girls, they arent my thing" I widened my eyes and nodded " did you just move here or?" He gave a nod and walked backwards " I should be heading back my parents are unpacking " I gave a nod and walked back to my house, arriving to the dark door gave me relief.

Knowing my father was drunk on the couch, he would at least be a good father to me "theres more food in the fridge Bax" he smiled at me " I'll eat in my room"i got me dinner and headed upstairs taking my boots and jacket off. Only to throw them in my drawer. Getting my phone out to look at social media. The connection was decent enough to put on my YouTube. Seeing it was almost 3 in the morning. I put it up and set my plate away. Closing my eyes to sleep.

Hey guys I tried to write as much as I could!