(So this takes place in the past, right after skeppy comes out as gay to everyone since in my au he's gay. Sensitive topics like SA, SH, attempted sewerslide, abus3, sm0k1ng, druhges, ect. I made his back story like this because I projected some of myself onto him as a character, and this is more of that so also some asher lore too I guess)
Skeppys POV~
Finally, I came out to my parents. Mom was supportive, but dad didn't say anything. He didn't even look at me. He just scoffed and walked back to his room. Does he not support me? I don't care. He never cared about me anyways so I don't see why he would.
I go to my room, and grab my phone. I pull open the messaging app. Might as well tell my friends right? I open the group chat, and text 'hey, can I tell you guys something?' A few people respond with 'Yeah' or 'sure' so I send it, 'I'm gay' nobody responds, but they all read it.
My best friend, bad, already knows. I go to text him, telling him I came out to everyone. 'I did it' I text. 'Oh you did? I'm so proud of you s'geppy ❤' that puts a smile on my face. I send a heart back, and put my phone down to get something from the kitchen. Dads in there, with a shit ton of alcohol bottles out.
He ordered more, he finished three packs yesterday. Hes seriously not trying to stop being an alcoholic. I'm not about to tell him to stop, he might hurt me again. I go over to my parents room, and moms sitting in there. "Mom, can I go to bads house tonight? Dads drinking again. You can stay in my room?" She looks over to me. "Yes honey you can go."
I leave after giving her a 'thank you.' And head to my room. I text him, 'can I come over tonight please? My dad's drunk again.' He responds almost immediately, 'yes of course, do you want me to pick you up?' I hear footsteps. 'No I'll drive, I need to leave asap.' I shove my phone in my bag, I hear a buzz but I don't check it.
I grab some clothes and my phone charger, plus some headphones and stuff them in with my phone. I turn to see my dad standing in my doorway. "Where are you going..?" He says drunkenly. "Bads house." He steps closer, I step back. "Your little boyfriend. You're dating aren't you? You little fa**ot." The word takes me aback, I should'nt have told him.
"You are a disgrace, you're a mistake, I should've given your mom an abortion."
I swallow. "I need to leave, can you please move out of the way?" I ask as nicely as I can. "Me? In the way? You've been in the way of my future your whole life!" He walks up to me and slaps me hard across the face. I start to tear up, "boys don't fucking cry skeppy." He yells.
He takes his bottle and hits me in the face with it, the glass shattering against my forehead. I feel something dripping down, my blood. My dad takes my keys from off my desk, and jams them into his pocket. I shove him over and run out of my room, I bolt for the door, him chasing right after me.
I get out, and start running down the street. He's a pretty fit guy, skinny, fast, works out a lot, which means he can chase me pretty closely. I'm glad I inherited some of that, so he can't catch me right away. I run, bads house is about a five minute drive from here, and like a thirty minute walk. Hopefully, I can at least get it down to a fifteen minute run.
I don't know if I can keep my full speed for fifteen minutes though, but I know my dad might. I cut through bushes and trees, hoping he'll lose me, or give up, blood dripping down my forehead the whole time.
I eventually see bads house, and pick up my pace. My dad significantly behind me. I make it onto the porch and bang on it, tears and blood streaming down my face. I didn't even notice I was crying until now. Bad opens the door, looks back and sees my dad, pulls me inside and slams it shut.
I start breaking down. Panting heavily and sobbing even heavier. "Skeppy you're bleeding.. And did you run all the way here??" I'm crying too much to answer. "Cmon s'geppy let's get you bandaged up.." He takes me by the hand, and intertwines his fingers with mine while he leads me to his bathroom. I'm crying like a kid, holding bads hand and slowly following him.
