Party Animals : Jevon Enemies To Lovers - (Jake Wheeler x Devon Evans) // (BXB)

Forlorn

Forlorn - feeling sad and alone and neglected.

TW : Physically Abuse, Child Neglect, Emotional Abuse, Addiction/Alcoholism, Hints to suicide, Homophobia

Author Note : I'm writing this chapter to 1, develop my characters background and give the viewers an example of the environment he grew up in so that they can further understand his actions and 2, too see how well I'd be able to fit my own hardships and abuse into words that everyone would understand, but people who also grew up in abusive and neglectful households would have a deeper understanding into the tiniest details which only makes this the more gut-wrenching and borderline disturbing. So please let me know if you are able to understand and analyse the deeper meanings of everything.

*August 29th 2014, 10 years ago*
(This chapter is in Italics as it is a memory)

JAKE'S POV

Me and my two very loving parents are sat around the dinner table, each of us with a delicious looking meal in front of us.

Bree : we love you sweet-heart. You'll always be our special little boy.

Logan : We would do anything for you.

Bree and Logan : We love you J-.

My eyes shoot open as I wake up from my fantasy. My stomach grumbles upon the realisation that my real father had forgotten to feed me again. I crept out of bed and left my room.

I closed the door behind me and tip-toed down the stairs with the attempt of making the least amount of sound possible. I froze after I heard the creaking of the staircase beneath me, an overwhelming fear as my heart begins to race-

??? : Jake?! Is that you?!

Jake : Yes Daddy... It's me.

Lucas : Good, do ya' old man a favour and grab me a beer would ya'?

Jake : Yes Daddy.

Lucas : Atta' boy.

I walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the kitchen, reaching up to grab it open, eventually getting out a beer, almost struggling to do so as my thin-arms began to struggle slightly.

Lucas : What's taking so long?!

Just the sound of his voice made me tense up, feeling almost a coldness running down my spine. Recently I had always been feeling cold, despite it still being a summers night.

I slowly took his beer over to him, handing it to him but his eyes remained peeled on the screen, almost looking like there was no person behind them, yet they still looked like they were unable to focus. His face was flushed to a bright red.

I began attempting to walk away but all I heard was the sudden stop of the TV.

Lucas : Oh Jake, you know how much Daddy loves you right?

He embraced me in a hug, a hug that felt too tight, and I felt his breathing changing and heard the lump creep up his throat as it did every other night.

Lucas : I m-miss your mother s-so much... it wasn't my fault was it? I didn't push her to... it wasn't me right?

He began to cry into my arms, barely able to stand but not because he was crying. He began looking for consolation.

Jake : No Daddy. It wasn't your fault.

Lucas : w-why would s-she do that to me? I loved her!

Jake : I miss her too, it's okay.

Lucas : S-s-she was the light of my... world! Why would s-she-...

My dad smelled me.

Lucas : Are you wearing her perfume?..

He looked at me with rage.

Lucas : you! You're the reason she did that to herself!

My dad let go of the hug and slightly pushed me back.

Lucas : You took my wife away from me! YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S FUCKING DEAD, BECAUSE SHE HATED HOW MUCH OF A FAGGOT HER SON IS!

Jake : No! That's not true Daddy!

Lucas : ARE YOU SAYING IT WAS MY FAULT?!

Jake : No-!

He threw his beer bottle at the wall, making it clear what was about to happen.

I attempted to turn around and run as fast as I could towards the stairs, my dad chasing after me and screaming incoherent sentences. He managed to grab my foot, dragging me back as my head collided with one of the stairs, blood coming from it.

Lucas : YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU TOOK THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME!

I kicked my dad back, directly into his knee, causing him to lose his balance and fall down the stairs, giving me time to run into my room and push my drawer in-front of my door.

I crawled back into bed, shaking under the covers as my brain attempted to block out the sounds of my stomach's cries, the pounding on my door and my dad's screaming.

Eventually I found myself back at the dinner table, but this time something was different, they weren't looking at me.

Bree : we love you sweet-heart. You'll always be our special little boy.

Logan : We would do anything for you.

Bree and Logan : We love you Junior.

And with that, I looked next to me, to see my dad passed out, with a beer in hand.

Word Count : 858 words