Derek places me on his motorcycle, and I hold my throbbing head in my hands. He gets on behind me; I rest my head on his shoulder. Soon I find myself curled up into him. He starts heading down the street.
I look up to see my house zoom past. "Um we past my house." I whisper to him.
"I know your parents hate you, and your dad is an alcoholic. I was going to take you to my house to fix you up, okay Jazzy?" He mumbles back to me. I grin at the nickname he gave me.
We arrive at a pale, blue two story house, with a porch and everything. "Your parents?" I ask, when he picked me up again. "No, I don't live with them." He says opening the door. He drops both of the bags and carries me up to the bathroom.
"I just want you to know that this. The tough guy attitude, is just an act; people have pushed me too far in the past and this act made them stop." Derek says setting me on the edge of the tub. "This is going to be a little awkward, but I need you to strip off your shirt, just to help clean you up." He says opening a cabinet, and taking out a first aid kit.
I blush madly, while I take my hoodie and shirt off. I look at my forearms and see my fading scars. Derek takes a look once over of me before taking my arms, the one place I didn't want him to look.
"What's this?" He demands in a firm yet caring voice.
"Um, I don't know?" I respond trying to pull away from him, but failing.
"Jazzy, please don't lie to me. What is this?" he says softer this time. I sigh, "When I was a freshmen I had lots of friends, but when I came out to them they abandoned me, and made fun of me. I was fine until some words got to me, you know?" I look up at him with fragile eyes. "I started to cut myself. Every time I made a cut I said all the words they told me. I believed it too." At this point I was starting to tear up.
"My parents didn't do anything to stop it either; they encouraged it. I still cut, but only when their words get to me." Derek looks at me with loving eyes, when I finish. He pulls me into a warm embrace, and whispers in my ear.
"Thank you for telling me. I promise to help you. I may not be able to get them to stop, but I can sure as hell try." I give him a small smile, and he tucks my hair behind my ear.
He starts to clean my wounds up. "Come downstairs when you, get your shirt on." He says when he is finished. I nod and grab my shirt.
I pull it on and mess my hair up a bit. I meet him downstairs in his kitchen. "Jasper, I propose that you becoming my boyfriend and live here to ensure your safety." He says when I sit down.
I stare at him with an empty expression, not knowing what to say. "I'll be your boyfriend and stay with you." I say, my voice shaky.
He smiles like a madman. "What about my clothes? And my things?" I ask. "We can pick them up right now." He says grabbing my hand and pulling me out side. "Wait, now? But my dad and-" I start but he puts his finger to my lips. He shushes me, gently.
"I can handle your dad, I promise." He tells me. I nod slightly. He gets on his bike and I follow. The warmth of his body against mine takes away all my fears.
We arrive at my, old, house and I already hear yelling. We walk up to the door and I open it slowly.
"Well, if it isn't the emo faggot, himself. Thank you for gracing us with your presence." My dad yells.
I dash up to my room willing my pent up emotions down. I start throwing everything I own into suitcases. I don't own much, except for some clothes, sketch books and pencils, and my toiletries (can't forget about my straighteners). It doesn't take very long. I also grabbed my favorite pillow (gay pride flag pillow), a few stuffed animals, and my posters.
The posters were Marvel, Supernatural, Sherlock, Harry Potter, lord of the Rings, and The Hobbit. I'm about to head out the door, when my dad storms in.
"Where the hell are you going!?"He yells. "Away from you and mom. I'm going where the people accept me, for who I am." I say calmly still trying to get out the door. I try to avoid all contact with him as possible. "Who is that guy downstairs?" he asks/yells blocking my chance of escape. I gulp and respond. "My friend, or more descriptive my boyfriend."
He looks so furious. He raises his hand to hit me, but Derek must have come up the stairs. He held his arm back. Of course when he raised his arm I flinched and fell on the floor. I must have looked so weak.
Eventually my dad gives up, and leaves. I gather my things again, and walk out. Derek slips his arm around my waist, and follows me.
-Later at Derek's house-
We unpacked my things into Derek's room. The room was twice the size of my old bedroom.
He had a small room in it just for stuffed animals! I flop on the bed when we're finished, and he follows me. I turn my head to look at him, and smile.
I yawn, then check the time. It was at least 7:30. I jump when my stomach announces itself. Derek chuckles and motions me to follow him. We end up in the kitchen eating breakfast food.
I giggle when I see Derek. He had a chocolate mustache from the hot chocolate. He looks at me and grins. I start franticly wiping my face off, because I don't want food on my face. He does the same except that he does it less like an animal. He takes my hand again and asks if I want to go on a walk. I said, "Sure why not." And we headed outside.
About halfway through the walk, I see two girls talking. One girl had light blue eyes, short-ish wavy brown hair with light red streaks, and was laughing. The other girl had darker blue eyes, straight dirty blonde hair with light purple streaks, and was smiling. They both had eyeliner on and they seemed the same age. I heard the one with purple streaks say,
"Those two boys are cute, but what if they were dating?" I grin at her. The other one says, "Come on Nina, not every cute boys walking together are gay." The girl, Nina, pouts,
"But their holding hands, Angela! Look!" They both turn towards us. I smile and wave also showing off Derek and my hands.
"See!" The Nina girl says.
"Fine, but John isn't gay." The Angela chick says. "Well he is Bi, and Sherlock is confused with his feeling, but they both love each other, Mary is just in the way." The Nina chick huffs.
We get to far away to hear the rest, but I do see them laughing and then wrestling. When Derek leads me home, I feel more tired than before. The minute we got home I rushed inside and got ready for bed.
I flop onto the bed, ready for sleep. A few minutes later, I felt Derek crawl in next to me. I curled into him, and he wraps his arms around me. As I slip into sleep, I feel him play with my hair, and I grin. A little bit later, I happily fall asleep.
