i limp off of our bed and put my boxers back on, so does billy. he picks me up with two hands bridal style and smiles "how was it?" he says "it was good, i would do it again." i say to him laughing a little "can we get changed now??" i say "awh but i like you in your boxers, even better. i liked you naked" he says, laughing. i blush "yeah, yeah whatever!" i playfully yell at him.
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(thats the pose btw.)
he sets me down and i put on sweat pants, billy grabs his jeans from before and puts them on. we both look at each other and he grabs my face, his other hand on my hip. as he kisses me softly for a couple seconds, he moves both of his hands down to my hips and he kisses me again. i hear a sound and movement coming from my door.. its almost like a creak. like someone walked in on us kissing..
i turn to the door to find ..
my father.
"i- its not what it looks like." i look at him, he's angry "steve, i know i've been gone for 7 months and all.. but that doesn't mean you can go do whatever you want." he says, leaning on the door frame. "i should of put you in the mental hospital, i knew you were a little fag" he says "whats your problem, you're his father and you treat him this way?!" billy stands up for me "you need to get out, and mind your damn business kid!" my father screams, he runs up to billy and me and parts us away from each other. making billy fall back, my father has me by the back of my hair while his grip is tight. "you know, your mother always drank away her problems. i wonder if you did the same while i was gone" he says "i don't drink- sir." i say holding back tears "good, we don't want you to end up like your mother.. now do we?" he demands an answer from me. "no.. i don't wanna be like her." i say in a high pitch voice, its like i've lost hope in being saved from this crazy man. but that changes, billy grabs me away from my father and holds me in his arms "get out." billy states. "its my house, go home kid." my father says "you're gonna hurt him, and i won't allow that." he says "i won't hurt him, but you gotta go. now."
"alright.. but i swear if you hurt him i will rip your mother fucking heart out" billy says "if you even have one- fucking asshole.." he mumbles and picks up his clothes (shirt & sweater)
my father waits for billy to get out the house, and then he grabs my hair again almost ripping it out. "you are gonna fucking get it!" he says "you having a boy over who looks like he could smash some kids head in the ground for fun?!" he yells "you got smart huh?! thinking your little faggot boyfriend over here gonna save you?" he laughs and screams at me. he pushes me to the ground and i hit my head on the bed frame "ah- shit..!" i touch the back of my head and look at my fingers, i cracked my head open. and it wasn't good, i was getting dizzy very fast and my vision was blurry. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M BEATING THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!!" my father screams in my face "yes.. s-sir." i feel a couple hits to my face and then a strong kick to my gut, i cough up blood and start to sob "boys don't cry- DO YOU HEAR ME?!!" he screams again. i can't breathe, and the next thing i hear is "steve?! STEVE CAN YOU HEAR ME?" and i'm being shaked.. it was-
it was billy, with the kids right behind him. looking at me, sobbing and on the phone with the police.. while my father looks passed out? did billy knock him out?! i'm glad he did.
thank god.
actually crying rn- this took WAYYYY to long😭
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