I'm Yours | BxB

7.) Lean On Me

Lean on me. When you're not strong, And I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on. For it won't be long, 'Till I'm gonna need. Somebody to lean on. -Bill Withers

The next day I awoke still inside the tunnel. I couldn't believe this was what my life resorted to. I could have just as easy gone over to La'rey's house, but I don't want to be a burden. This was the trial given to me by God himself. I would have to face my demons at some point in time. I looked around my uncomfortable position. I slid myself out of the tunnel to the cool morning breeze brushing upon my skin..

I still had on my old clothes from yesterday. I wanted so badly to forget about my issues for just one day, but that wouldn't be humanly possible for me. I walk away from the park with the morning sum beaming onto my face. There was no where I could go, so I decided to go back the house, and pick up some of my things from the yard. The rest will just be there.

During my walk I was thinking of everything. My parents, my friends, my boyfriend, and life in general. Why couldn't Zhan be the one to just comfort me when I needed him the most. I long for a hot shower, and a fluffy bed. Now that I think about it my life wasn't that bad. It was bad but now that little bed on the floor means a lot to me right now...

I approach my street, and I could see my house in the distance. I could feel my heart beat increasing, and the tears start to well up again. That house I called a home held so many memories. It was the place that I was going to build my family in. I could only have myself to blame for my parents behavior. I often feel like had I would not have survived, and my twin did. What would the outcome have been. I feel that after all of these years, my parents resented me. They resented me for the inevitable. They resented me over something that wasn't my fault. In their retrospect they were taking out their anger for my twin's death on me.

Sad to say I was the one that made it. I was the one gay son that came through, and survived in this cruel world. What a pity ! Even when I would go to school with bruises. I could not fathom telling on my parents. I still remember when my teacher tried to get me taken away from them.

" Roman I want you to be honest with me sweety... " My then teacher, Ms. Abrams, says to me. " Are you being abused at home? "

I looked over at the nurse who stared upon me with wary eyes. She continued treating my open sores that popped up from me having to sleep on a piss filled mattress for months.

" What's Abuse? " I questioned, looking back at Ms. Abrams.

" It's when mommy and daddy punish you physically, mentally, or emotianlly. " She explains, stepping in front of me.

She was using such big words. I didn't understand what abuse was. All I knew at a young age was that my parents didn't love me like most kids.

" Mommy and Daddy loves me. " I answered, convincingly.

The social worker walking into the office, and sat down her belongings. She looked at me, and the others in the room.

" Is this Roman? " She asked Ms. Abrams.

She nodded and stepped back. The lady in the grey suit approached me. She leaned down I'm front of me, and lifted up my head. I admired her strong facial structure, and how her glasses sat perfectly on her nose. She pushed her glasses up and smiled at me.

" Hi Roman. I'm Mrs. Saunders. Do you want to tell me how you received these bruises? "

" It's okay Roman. She's here to help. " Ms. Abrams says, patting my shoulder.