Crush Me

One

Wilson 

*Trigger warning for violent domestic child abuse in the first few paragraphs.

"You better come back with a girl you're dating; you queer little fuck."

A fist connected with his ribs above his kidneys, and Wilson came close to biting his tongue right through as he stifled his yelp of pain.

"The best looking ones in your school are on this trip. God damn, pick one."

Both of his father's hands came up to shove him in his pecs. His Dad was taller than Wilson by a few inches. He hooked a foot behind Wilson's ankle and tripped him. Wilson's grunt as he slammed down, turned into a gasp for air. He barely kept his head from hitting the cold stone.

"Get a God damn girl."

The words came out like a growl. His father's pointed leather shoe kicked him at the top of his thigh, narrowly missing his balls. Wilson curled into fetal shrimp as he heard the door into their three-car-garage slam shut behind his father.

Whimpering, he pushed himself up and went to the front door. His packed suitcase sat waiting for his Uber. Ten days away from Garret was heaven sent. Paris and his mother were on the other end. Ducking into the powder room off the front foyer, he pulled up his black t-shirt and craned his neck to check his back in the mirror. The bruise grew as he rested his butt against the vanity.

He flipped his phone open and pressed his thumb into the sensor. His ride was five minutes away. He dropped his jeans to check his crotch. A livid red lump was forming in the crease at the top of his right thigh. No time for ice.

Shit, shit, shit! The flight will be excruciating. Garret knows it too. He's a slimy coward. Sneaking up and hitting me from behind almost every time he lays a beating on me. Never touches my face either. Just like it was with Mom and my sister.

He heard a car horn and grabbed his leather pilot jacket from the closet. The housekeeper would lock up behind him. The suitcase bounced down the granite steps to the semi-circular driveway as he yanked it behind him. The driver opened the trunk for him, and he swung it up. Pain was already radiating every time he took a deep breath.

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Wilson shifted from foot to foot in the line for security checks. He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping it wouldn't stick up. The fight with Garret upset his grooming routine. Wilson started counting the kids from school in line ahead of him. His eyes stopped as he came to Leanne Grossman. Poor kid. There was something sad always lurking in her eyes. She hid behind her hair and her glasses, like she wished she could disappear. And her eyes--- gorgeous. Green like twin emerald stars.

Jo-Jo was up to her usual shit. He hoped Leanne was paying attention to her stuff.

Not my problem. Who am I kidding? I've never been able to ignore it when she's in trouble. I hope nothing happens. I'm starting to hurt. Sooner than I expected.

He zoned out and shuffled along in line as he concentrated on ignoring the lump forming at crease of his right hip. Garret wanted a girl in his life, he didn't.

They don't turn me on. Neither do the boys. I appreciate the nudes when we did art history. They're gorgeous. But sex? Nah. Not my thing. At all.

Wilson needed to talk to his Mom in the worst way. He hadn't seen his sister in over six years. Willa was almost eight years older than him. Last he heard she was finishing up her internship in a Paris hospital. The bargain he made to keep them safe was almost done.

I'm nineteen now. I'm be free on graduation day.

"Hey stop!"

Wilson looked up as a scruffy man came tearing up between the snaking lines of people waiting for the security scan. Wilson grabbed the duffel bag he was running with without thinking. No one deserved to have their trip ruined by a thief.

"Hey drop that!"

His fingers slipped off the worn, cracked duffel. It looked like it was a hundred years old. The guy was turning to take a swing at someone behind him.

Holy shit, that's Leanne. I can't let her lose her bag.

Wilson reached up to pull the homeless guy off balance and shove him away from Leanne. She wasn't that much shorter than him and he was staring into her emerald eyes. She looked terrified. He yanked the bag hard and prayed the ratty handles wouldn't break.

"I've got it, Leanne. You can stay with me in line."