Simply An Outcast (boyxboy romance)

Chapter One

Kaden James almost screamed when his eyes fixated on all the scars all over his body. He felt dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty. His body looked broken in the mirror, a fractured, incorrect reflection that was pure disgust to many. But those many would never understand. They would never know.

            He was beaten and raped.

His own mother ignored Kaden’s very existence, leaving him alone in a dark, horrific home, left to take care of his little brother and at the same time to be beaten and raped by his stepfather, when he finally decided to come home from “work”. Kaden was weak. He wasn’t like other males, where he could easily fight back to defend himself. Kaden was fragile, easily broken, not to mention extremely short for his age.

But that was then. That was before. And now, Kaden prayed every night that he would never, ever, have to live through something so horrific again. But now he has to live with the scars. Now, he has to face reality.

Kaden was a misfit in the world. He was different to many. He was simply an outcast.

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Kaden stared aimlessly at his reflection in the mirror. Blue eyes stared back at him, taunting him, pleading for him to just end his life already. Yet Kaden just stared at the broken boy in the odd piece of glass, watching his disheveled, straight, black hair cover the scar that ran across his eye.

His eyes used to be so bright with happiness when he was a young child; happily close to the people he called Mom and Dad. But now, they were just dull and disoriented. Kaden started to fuss with his hair, trying to get it to stay in its correct place. His black nail polish was chipping and his cuticles and knuckles looked completely raw, being covered in dry blood, scabs, and bite marks. It was a habit of his, to gnaw away at his fingers until he bled. He did it when he was nervous, paranoid, afraid, and even when he was sometimes bored.

Kaden didn’t know exactly why he was doing this to his self, totally destroying his self-esteem. He knew it was because of the beatings and the sexual invasions, but he couldn’t understand why he hated who he was.

Kaden was too blinded by the self-pity to even notice how attractive he naturally was. If he didn’t hide under oversized hoods and a long, black, fringe that covered his eyes and the scar on his face, people would fall madly in love with him from just one glance.

Yet Kaden just stared at his reflection, reminding himself before he went off to school, that he was still that short, skinny, emo freak that everyone knew him to be.

“Faggot,” Jake LeFroy shoved Kaden into one of the many rows of lockers. Kaden winced as he felt one of the fresh wounds on his wrist burst open beneath his favorite band t-shirt and black hoodie.

            Kaden just stared after Jake as he and his friend yelped and laughed, mocking Kaden’s pain. Pushing his self off from the lockers, Kaden made his way down the hall, pushing through the oncoming crowds. Hood up, iPod blaring, and looking down as he ran down the halls, Kaden found himself colliding with another body. He didn’t even bother saying sorry or even stopping to see if the person was okay. He just kept running, as the boy he collided with watched him curiously. It wasn’t long before Kaden made it to his first class. Pushing his way through the giggling girls and some of the boys who were talking about weed and sex, Kaden made his way to the back of the classroom and took his seat. He ignored all the crude comments that were thrown his way as he just stared at the black board, pleading for Mr. Robins to get to class.