Boy In Blue [ bxb cglre / agere ]

EXILE - chp 5

I'll admit something to you all. I am so, so scared of posting. I always fear there will be errors, something that doesn't make grammatical sense, or a word that was used wrong. I have the plot very loosely defined in my head, so things tend to change up a bit. I really do hope you enjoy this story so far.

Let me know if there's anything I could improve on!

This chapter is very, very heavy. Verbal abuse, degrading someone, getting kicked out. It's not so fun. The quick recap is that Charlie is now homeless. If you feel triggered by any of the above, I suggest you move on to the next chapter.

Next update should hopefully be next Friday!

Hope you enjoy!

Q : What's your favourite activity ?

A : i love arts and crafts and writing !

Charlie POV

As soon as the testing was over, his fate had been sealed. As he looked in horror at the screen, he couldn't help the tears that fell down as he abruptly stood up, his chair falling down beside him. He felt all the attention shift towards him.

'No..' he thought.

This was the end of his life as he knew it. He was gonna be homeless, unable to attend school, smelly, alone, and vulnerable.

He looked up at the screen.

Charlie Miller

Age : 18

Gender : male

Classification

Little (81%) , Pet (19%)

As he read those words over and over, his thoughts mused together into a pile of hopelessness and disgust, he hadn't realized that the attendant for the Classification Test had come over, gently putting her hands on her shoulders once she understood the situation.

He was ashamed.

"It's going to be alright, Charlie. I-" Charlie quickly cut off as he picked up his bag and stormed out of the room, crying and sobbing as he held the paper that had printed once his Test was finished, not even bothering to put it in the enveloppe. He felt bad about abruptly leaving the woman, of course. It was insanely rude. But he couldn't handle the pity that he heard dripping from her voice.

He didn't want pity. He wanted to be normal.

He didn't even have time to register anything, it just showed him the results as if it hadn't just ended his entire life. Had other people felt like this? Was this the first time that someone had dreaded going home because the Test had shown a regresee Classification? Was this the first time someone cried over their results?

He wasn't looking where he was going and accidentally bumped into someone, dropping his letter in the process. He went to pick it up, but the stranger had beat him to it, smiling as he handed it back to him.

"You okay, little guy?" The name made him feel less than. The hand on his shoulder – one that was not Liam's – felt strangely heavy, and the air around him started to suffocate him. He curtly nodded before moving away from the man and rushing outside, bumping into a couple more people. He let the chilly night air hit him, sighing as he looked up at the sky and once again let the tears fall.

He didn't care that he was in public. He couldn't care anymore. He was gonna be in the public eye now, forever, and ever, and ever.

His house loomed in the distance as he walked, his pace rather quick for someone who really did not want to get home and break the horrid news to his mother. It didn't take long for the stench of cigarettes and beer to hit him in the nose, the door of his apartment complex right in front of him.

He slowly walked up the steps, questioning if he should leave and just never come back. That would save him the unnecessary temper tantrum from his mother, and would feel less shameful than being kicked out, especially in front of all the neighbors and drunken men and women at the pub downstairs.

As he was about to turn around, the door abruptly opened, and there stood his annoyed mother. Scratch that, she looked absolutely livid.

"Hi mum.." He winced as she slapped him across the face, dragging him inside, then closing the door harshly, making him jump and back up into it.

"I just saw your results come in, Charlie. I sure hope you made a mistake on that damn test."

Though he tried to play it off and assure her that it was just a mistake, she took out his pacifier from her pocket. He froze in his place.

"I trusted you while I went out of the house, Charlie. I trusted you wouldn't do stupid things. But I guess that's all you can do, huh? Be stupid, worthless.. I don't even know why I took you in. Watching cartoons, sucking on this thing, holding your wittle stuffies real close," her tone being nothing less than condescending. Tears brimmed his eyes.

"You MOTHERFUCKER. You- I can't believe you. I gave you a home, a roof over your head, food, clothes, and a good school, and you repay me with this BULLSHIT." As she continued to rant and scream, all he could do was hold in his tears, looking down at the floor in shame, his voice nowhere to be found as his usual shutdown happened. He couldn't do this, not today, not anyday.

She continued to scream her throat raw, having thrown his pacifier down on the floor and broken it.

"I CANNOT believe you allowed such FILTH into this house. You- you are-" she glared at him, then, out of the blue, smiled calmly and moved into a straighter position.

Uh oh..

She pointed to his room, keeping that smile. "Go to your room, get your things, and leave." Charlie didn't need to be told twice, so he hurried into his room, gasping and stumbling back at the scene in front of him.

His room was a mess. All his posters had been ripped, his figurines disfigured and thrown across the room. What he found most disturbing were his stuffed animals..

Ripped open and seams broken.

He couldn't hold the tears back and started sobbing, falling to his knees and clutching the door frame as he let his tears out, not even bothering to keep them inas he realized just how screwed he was.

"I SAID GET OUT," his mother shouted from the living room. He kept crying as he put the few clothes she hadn't torn up in his bag, taking his plushies with him, and keeping some parts of the ripped posters. He went into his secret money stash, one that she had not found, and hastily grabbed it, shoving it into his pocket as sadness became anger. He made his way to the kitchen, not bothering to listen to her as he took all the food he made for her and dumped it into the trash.

She went quiet.

"How.. fucking... dare YOU." She cam over to him, intentions clear, yet he was able to dart past her and rush down the stairs with her hot on his tail, then opened the door and ran some more on the street, tears flowing freely as he made his way into an alley. A rat scurried by.

She had stopped following him.

This was his life now. He was so afraid.

Yet he had known this was coming. The moment he had stepped into the Centre, his life had been doomed.

All he could think about were those things that brought him comfort.

His room..

His posters..

His paci..

His stuffies..

And Liam.

WC : 1239