Love Maybe? (BoyXBoy)

Preface

Preface

"Christian, hurry up!" my little sister shouted from downstairs. "If we are late because of you, I'll be so mad!"

I can't go down yet, not until this bruise is completely covered. I remember exactly how I acquired it.

*****

I closed the door to my car and strode up the steps leading to the front door of my house. I dreaded this moment every day. As I approached the door, as if on cue, it swung open to reveal a woman with blood-shot eyes, hair sticking to the sides of her sweaty face, and an empty beer bottle in her hands.

"Where have you been?" she slurred. "Get inside now!" Her hand shot out and grabbed me by the arm, yanking me inside before shutting the door. Before I had time to move, her attention was back on me. "Go make me something to eat. Now!"

"What would you like?" I asked grabbing another beer from the fridge and handing it to her.

"You know what? I don't really want anything," She turned away from me and walked towards the living room.

"But, you said-", I should have known better than to question her by now, especially when she's drunk, but I couldn't care less either. You could say I was used to it. My mother spun around and I felt her hand slam into my check with a hard backhand. The familiar taste of blood entered my mouth. I apologized to my mother, then ran for the stairs, only to hear glass breaking. Knowing it was her beer bottle, I raced up the steps and closed myself off into my room, not wanting to look back.

Looking into the mirror in my attached bathroom, I immediately noticed the bruise forming on my check and the cut on my lip. This would be fun to try and cover up tomorrow. I felt the usual anger boiling up in my chest, as it always does when I have an encounter with my mother. I just had to remember that if I leave, the witch would turn her attention to Jenna, my younger sister. I couldn't allow that. I was supposed to protect her, after all I am her big brother, even if it was only a couple of years. Nothing would happen to her as long as I had a say in it.

*****

"Hold on, I'm almost done.... There! I'll be right down!" I shouted. Man, why do girls do their makeup all the time. It's exhausting and takes forever just to cover one spot. Then again, I should be pretty good at this by now. It's been several months since the beatings began. I guess I've done a decent job thus far, since it would seem no one has figured it out. They hadn't noticed anything different about me, including Jenna. I was glad about that one. I don't want her to know the same pain that I do. Thankfully, she was always gone or asleep whenever Mom lashed out. I send her away anytime I felt like Mom might snap, mainly to our Aunt's house. Aunt Shelby knows our mom is a bad drunk, but she doesn't know true extent. She never asks why Jenna goes alone anymore. The excuse stays the same every time, I don't trust our mother alone.

The abuse started on the fifth anniversary of our father's death. I think it started once she stopped taking her pills. My mom was devastated when my father died. He meant everything to her. Her world revolved around him. He died in a car accident, because the driver of the other car was drunk and swerved into his lane, hitting his car head on. The man driving the other car is currently in jail for drunk driving and manslaughter.

I quickly snapped back to the present and raced down the stair. "It's about damn time you made it down. Two more minutes up there, and we would definitely be late," Jenna sighed in relief.

"If you keep talking rather than walking we WILL be late. Come on, let's go," I turned towards the door and made my way to my car. Now it's time for yet another day of school to get my mind off of everything.