Gayphobeic Boys

Emanuel Sad chapter emanuel backstoryAll I do is edge edge edge no matter what

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Emanuel looks down at the floor, embarrassed that he just exposed his deepest darkest secret. "If he's alive right now, even if he's not doing well.... I'm sure he'll survive. I promise nothing will happen to him, okay?"

Luke is high as fuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkk "Okay man. Thank you. Can I ask why you tried killing yourself?"

Emanuel sighs. "Well.... It's a LOOOONG story.."
"Back when I was five years old, my brother turned twelve.. I had a brother named LeVillion. LeVillion was only twelve years old at the time, but I thought he was the COOLEST older brother. The day after he turned twelve, though, he went missing. He hadn't come back for years. My mom passed away, so my dad took out his anger and sorrow on me.. He'd beat me every night and neglect me. He hated me for no reason at all. By the time I was thirteen, LeVillion's case had gone cold. I thought we would never see him again, and so did my dad. In turn, my dad continued to ruin my life. I felt so alone and isolated, like I had no one to talk to. By the time I was fifteen, I was a fucking loser. I hated my life so much. I resorted to all the wrong kinds of things." Emanuel held up the joint Luke previously had been smoking. "Shit like this. I decided to hang around with the wrong crowd, and that got me popular in school. As my popularity began to grow, the more I felt like my life at home didn't matter. However, reality hit me hard when summer break came around. It was the worst summer of my life. I was stuck at home all day, and that deadbeat ass of a father fucking left me. He barely spoke to me, he wouldn't even be at home. When he was at home, he brought random ass women home and fucked them over the kitchen counter in front of me. I felt repulsed, grossed out, and so I decided that I had enough of this life. I felt like I would be a failure and that no one would be there to support me. One thing I realized is that I'd much prefer my dad beating me up than him being absent and only being home to rail women. I felt so different and there was a void in my heart. Nothing, no drugs, no friends, no popularity, no looks, no boyfriend, could ever fill that. I decided to try to take my own life. I was sick of it. I woke up in a hospital bed, and my dad was nowhere to be seen. Turns out he had left me with my aunt and uncle and gone to Alabama to hook up with my missing brother LeVillion. I felt like shit. I didn't want to wake up. I wish I had died. I went to a mental hospital, nothing helped. It only made it worse. Eventually, when school rolled back around, everyone was all over me. But I just felt so emotionless. Mindless sex filled the void. I was a loser... I still am a loser. But I don't want you to end up like me." Emanuel threw the joint to the floor and squashed it.

Luke looked at him, visibly afraid. "I don't think I want to end up like you either. I don't want to see my dad fucking random women over the kitchen counter... Or my brother."

Emanuel sighed in relief. "That's good.. You won't. So don't keep this shit up, promise me, okay? Drugs fucking suck."

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Luke hugged Emanuel. He started tearing up again. "Thank you so much... And I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve to go through that."

Emanuel embraced Luke's hug. "Thank you." He started tearing up, and that was the first time Luke had seen Emanuel cry.

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