When Domineering Met Awkward (boyxboy)

Chapter two: Garrett

How I see Garrett to look like.

Crashing and screaming wakes me up from my sleep. My groggy eyes look at my alarm clock. 5:30.

"YOU STUPID BITCH" I hear my dad scream at my mother. He must be drunk again.

I cower under my covers as I hear another scream, the sound of broken glass resounding through the house. Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I didn't know why he does this. My mother is so sweet. She doesn't deserve this. She always takes the beatings so I didn't have to. She's a strong, brave woman. I hear stomps coming up the stairs and scramble out of bed. I run across my room to hide in my closet. I just shut the door when my bedroom door bangs open. I cower into the far corner of my closet, closing my eyes.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YA LITTLE FAGGOT. GET OUT HERE" he screams.

I try to hold back my sobs as I curl into a ball. I hear a crash and more stomping sounds. Suddenly my closet door is ripped open. There he stands. Breathing hard. Sweat on his face. Beer stained shirt.

"There you are" he grins evily.

He takes hold of my hair and yanks me out of the closet. I scream helplessly.

"Please stop. PLEASE" I cry in pain.

"Shut up fag. You deserve it" he growls out.

He kicks my side hard. I scream out again. "You were a mistake. You should have never been born. The only reason you're here is because the condom broke you good for nothing peice of shit" he yells at me.

A sob escapes my lips. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. Almost making me gag. He let my hair go and my head bangs against my floor. A weak cry escapes my dry lips. He spit on me before making his way out of my room, slamming the door behind him. I lay there, crying, for what seems like hours. I hear the front door open and slam close. He's gone. A soft, timid knock came at my door.

"Sweety are you ok?" My mom's broken whisper came through the door.

I say nothing, my door opens and I look up. My mom stands there, tear stains on her cheeks. A black ring around her eye, bruise like hand prints on her arms. Her blonde hair is matted and flat. Dark rings under her tired eyes. An ugly flowered, sweat covered dress, lay limp on her body. She let out a cry and runs towards me, scooping me into her arms.

"Oh my sweet baby. I'm so sorry" she sobs into my hair, rocking me back and forth.

I wrap my arms around her neck and stroke her hair. "I'm fine mommy. Don't worry. He went easy this time" I assure her.

She pulls away and stares at me. "We have to get out of here Garrett. We can't live here much longer. I love you sweetheart. I can't bear to put you through this any longer" she pleads with me.

"I know mommy. I know. Where else are we going to go?" I ask.

"I don't know baby. I don't know" she responds, hugging me tighter.

I stroke her back, soothing her the best I can. This has been happening for as long as I can remember. My father never shows me love, I don't know why. I'm his son. His only son. His only child really. Why won't he give me love?

"Come on sweetie. Get ready for school. I'll make you some toast" my mother tells me.

I nod and get up off the floor, wincing when a sharp pain goes through my side. My mother leaves my room so I can shower. I pull of my pajama pants along with my boxers then I whip off my white tee. I stare at myself in the mirror. My black hair sticks up in spikes all over. I grimace, bed head. My brown eyes are dull and ugly. I hate my eyes. Why couldn't I have green eyes? I love green eyes. My eyes flash down to the bruise on my side. It's already turning a grotesque yellow. I know that by the end of the day it will be a black mad of pain. I am small, only 5'4 and skinny. I have a little muscle but that's it. Who will want someone so pale and small? Oh did I forget to metion I'm gay? Yea. I'm a 16 year old gay boy. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud to be who I am. But sometimes it's hard being proud in a world full of hate.