Problems - SPEEDINGBULLET

Chapter I.

Scout POV:

I just finished dinner, and was heading back to the base because i ate in a fast food restaurant in Tufort. Usually the others make breakfast, lunch and dinner, but today I wanted to eat something else. It's not like the food at the base sucks, because it doesn't. Only if Medic cooks. That can barely be even called food. I just hadn't eaten a burger in a while so i thought i could go out and eat. I went alone because I'm not really close with the others. Of course I'm friends with them and all but we're just not that close. Even if we were i don't think i would ask somone out to eat, cuz i like to eat on my own.

This week we don't have any fights with the Blu team, we have no clue why but we'll enjoy it. When i got back to the base, Engineer was sitting on the sofa with Pyro, watching something on the TV.

"Hey Scout! How was your meal?" Engineer asked as Pyro waved at me. He was always very kind to everyone. He's like the smartest of us too. If i had to tell who i am the most close with, I'd say Engineer. I have talked to him the most in this 3-4 months I've been here. Also, i think he and Pyro have something going on. They're always together, and i saw them holding hands once! I'm not gonna ask. But since I don't think my parents would be very happy if they knew I'm gay, the thought that they may be together comforts me in some way.

"Yo! Yeah it was fine. Haven't eaten a burger for i belive a year so it tasted extra good! What are ya'll doin'?" I asked.

"We're watching some old movie. Would ya like to join son?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm kinda tired actually, i think i might go to bed."

"As you'd like. Also, Spy told me like and hour ago to tell you if you get back that he want's to talk to you about something important. He said that you should meet him in his smoking room." he said. Gosh, what does fucking Spy want? He's my father but i don't like to call him that because he always treats me like shit, or like i'm nothing. Sometimes when i was still very small, he forgot to feed me or give me water. Sometimes when he came home he didn't even look at me just smoked all day. My mom was no different than him. When i was crying, she just shouted at me to shut up, not even wondering what my problem was. One time in like 5 th grade i was choking on my food for about 3 minutes, and i passed out. But she didn't care she just told me to stop coughing so much because she can't focus on her work. And Spy was the one that brought me here to do this fucking job too. If he hadn't brought me here like 4 months ago, i would be in some other continent already, starting a new life, forgetting about my parents and my childhood. But no. This fucking asshole forced me to work here. And it ain't that bad here. Everyone is pretty nice, except him of course. But i don't really talk to him since it's not necessary. But him asking me to meet him is kinda concerning.

I went up to his smoking room, with a huge lump in my throat. I knocked on his door.

"Come in!" his disgusting voice said from the other side of the room.

"What do you want?" i asked, with the most shameless voice i have ever used. He was sitting in his chair as usual, smoking of course. The smell made me want to throw up, but i went in and closed the door anyways.

"How many times have i told you to not use this tone when you're speaking to me? Huh?" he asked, his voice was calm, but felt like it was choking me.

"Yeah shit sorry. Now why do you wanted to see me?" i rolled my eyes.

"Well, Scout, i found something rather...interesting in your room." he said and i paled. Fuck no. The only thing he could find there was my diary, where i wrote about me being gay and all. If he's talking about that then I'm acutally fucked. "Can you explain..this to me?" he said in a calming tone as he handed me my diary, open on the page where i wrote about me not liking woman.

"I-I...I can explain Spy." i said, scared for my life.

"Is this true?" he asked calmly.

"I...Y-Yes it is." i said. I thought about lying to him, how it was all a joke, but he sees through lies as if they were made out of glass.

"So your'e actually a fucking faggot?" he asked laughing. "You disgusting fucking freak!" he shouted as he stood up and slapped me. It was so powerful i fell to the ground, my eyes tearing up. "Fucking pathetic.." he said.

"Why can't you just be a good father and accept me?! All my life you and Ma have been treatin' me like shit! Can you at least have a little symphaty towards me? I'm your own damned son for fucks sake!" i shouted at him.

"If it weren't for the money we got from having you, we would've sold you when you were born you fucking bitch! I always knew you were a fucking faggot! This is why i treated you like i did! To get this shit out of your head! Your'e a man for fucks sake!" he shouted grabbing my hair and tearing it out, getting me on my knees.

"AGHH No! Spy please let go! It fucking hurts you sick fucker!" i cried as he pulled on my hair harder.

"Heck me and your mom even put you into religion camp! Did that not fucking work? You unholy shit!" he shouted still as he kicked me, still pulling on my hair.

"PLEASE PLEASE JUST STOP!" i shouted and he finally let go of me.

"Don't talk to me ever again! I don't want to talk to faggots!" he shouted and i ran out of the room. I just wanted to get as far away from him as i could. I didn't wanna bother the others, but i just wanted to have some company. I hate having fights with someone, and after it i'm always extremely lonely. But who do i go to? The others are probably sleeping already, i don't wanna bother them. Maybe Imma just take a walk.