Our rebellion

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I never knew that meeting you was going to break my own heart.We met 5 years ago...I was 15 and you were 12.
"Hi I'm Ryle"
"Hi I'm Asher"
and since then we both became very good friends we were hanging out almost everyday until I had to leave but we kept in touch.In the few months we spent togheter I could see that you had issues...the same issues as mine,but I never said anything....maybe if I talked then it would've help us now...after I left we kept talking for years...and years...and years...until one day...we both decides that we are in love with each other...you were straight out of a fantasy...understanding and even tho you had problems and were cold sometimes I still loved you...until one day you left me"

I closed the book and tossed it somewhere in my backpack.I was waiting for the bus to stop.Today was the day everything changed,let me tell you a little bit about my past.

At first when I was born my mom was pretty sick and I was passed around from a grandpa and a grandma to others and my dad always came to look after me.He told me stories about my mom that she is a hero and that I am a hero for saving hero,because I wasn't born she could have died but he had a pretty bad job and he lived from a day to another so he couldn't really take proper care of me.Until 4 years later he finally came to pick me up and took me home.At home was my mom waiting for me,I runned to her hugging her and I felt safe for the first time in awhile...that was the fist and last time I felt safe around her.In the first few months everything was somehow ok,my dad found a stable job and my mom was staying at home with me,but when dad was at home I liked spending more time with him and this was the first time I saw something in my mom's eyes...alot of wifes would be happy that her kid is getting along with the dad but not her...she seemed angry,but tried to hide it by putting on a fake smile.After that she started telling me that I should love her more because she is my mother behind my dads back and if she saw me trying to speak to dad she would beat me up,one day my dad came home and heard her.He started yelling at her and I ran into the bathroom.I was 10 at that time and I saw a blazer and as I was crying I took it and did a cut it stung really bad so I stopped,I tried to ignore their screaming but it didn't help much.I was crying so much until I started feeling dizzy and I had to throw up,then I quietly got to my room and passed out on my bed.The next few weeks the fights continued until one day after 1 year they decided to divorce.My dad wanted to take my custody but my mom fought reallu hard for it,she probably wanted to have a punch bag.When my dad left I hugged him for hours and cried in his arms,we fell asleep in my bedroom but the next day he was gone...I got out of my room and asked mom where dad is she said that it's just us.I rolled my eyes and run into bathroom again hearing my mom insulting me.It all started that day.I cutted and I didn't stop until dad got out of my head.After this my mom became even more abusive,but I was lucky enough because she after 2 years she stopped beating me up.She decided to throw words and that's it,I soon stopped caring and realised she doesn't care at all.No matter what anyone could tell me I don't think she cares and even if she cares I don't want her to.Going to school didn't help much,When I was little I was bullied really bad by a girl.She kept beating me up and locking me in the school bathrooms and no one knew anything.But I didn't really have much friends so I was kinda lonely and people made fun of my body even though I didn't really enjoy food they made me hate it even more than I could ever imagine.After a very long time I was finally 15 when my dad called me and what I heard first was "I did it.You can move in with me and your mom will never hurt you again" I screamed from happiness and started packing.I tried to do it quietly.My dad sent me a picture of an online ticket and the next day I saw my mom and I hugged her one last time then I ran out of the house.She started screaming saying she hates my dad but it didn't matter no more abuse...and here I am now.In a bus...to my dad...