Where Do I Go (boyxboy)

His rampage continue.

I watched as my lover walked away into the hands of another. I tried everything I could to get him back but every attemp failed. "Brock," I called, as I ran to him, but it seemed like the more I ran, the further I got away from him. I fell to the ground and put my head in my hands as I whispered his name once again.

"Brock, come back." I looked up again and the tears clouded my vision even more, but I could faintly see that turned around as if searching for something, shrugged his shoulders, and kept walking away.

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I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. What was that? Was it only a dream or was it some sort of vision? I don't know. He said he loved me and would never leave me. I just don't know if I could trust him enough just yet, but I did lose my virginity to him a few minutes ago. Oh fuck my life! I'm so screwed up.

I reached over to Brock's spot in the bed to realize he wasn't there. What the hell! Maybe he went in the restroom.

I got up and trudged to the restroom I opened the door when a strong vulgar, but sweet smell hit my nose. A smell that I knew so well.

"Brock," I gasped. "Really?"

Brock looked as if he couldn't speak. Like he was totally shocked. He should be. Not only is he smoking but, in my bathroom? "Are you serious Brock. Put it out now." I shot almost shouting.

"Okay babe," he replied. "I'm sorry."

I gave Brock the best death glare I could. I was cross with him for smoking that mess, even though I've told him a million times to stop smoking. Ugh! I hate when he does that. it runs a bad nerve through my body.

"You better not let me catch you with that anymore Brock," I spat. i attempted to storm out of the bathroom, but with no complete success. As i reached the door i was forcfully pulled back and pushed into the wall. "What the fu-" I tried to say, but my words were cut off by a violent, yet passionate kiss from Brock.

I tried with many failed attempts to get his atttentio, but he wasn't seeming to listen. "Brock," i tried again, small moans escaping my mouth in between heavy breaths as he started kissing and nibbling on my neck.

I wasn't ready for this all over again. I was still a little sore from earlier. "Brock," I mumbled again.

"Yes," he replied finally coming up for breath. I barely got my words out as he went back into my neck and his hands were carresing my back. "I'm... not.... ready yet," I stammered.

Before Brock could get another sentence out there was a knock on my bathroom door. Brock and I looked at each other in utter curiousness in thought of who it could be at this time. "It's Probably Esme," I said walking towards the door. I opened it to find my parents standing there all lousy like. Iooked into my fathers face and had seen something I've never thought i would ever see, nor have I ever seen. His eyes were bloodshot red. He had been crying.

"Yes," I said.

My fathers eyes met mine and his once dim and sad face was again filled with anger and frustration. "You... living room... now," he barked. Brock and I followed him into he living room where we found Nevaeh and Drake sitting on the couch in their pajamas as well. Uh-oh! it's another family meeting. Wait, why isn't Esme out here too?

My father wasted no time getting to his point as he began speaking. "So as you all see, this is another family meet. You all know what this is about, so I'm not going to waiste my time on procrastination." At this moment Esme walked into the room, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she came and curled up on the couch, cuddles into my arms. "What's going on," she asked. "Is this a family meeting?"

"Yes, it is," My father replied. "And it doesn't concern you so go back to bed.... IN YOUR BED!"

Esme gave my father a harsh death stare which meant that she wasn' going anywhere until she got what she wanted. She has always done that with my father and has never lost, and she wasn't going to lose now.

"Fine, stay there," he said. "I think it'd be better if you said goodbye to your brothers and sisters anyway."

"GOODBYE," we all shouted. "Mom, what is this," Drake asked

My mother just turned her face away and you could hear the sobs coming from her. Her shoulders moving in a weird pace, you could tell she was crying. "MOM," Drake shouted.

"I'm sorry baby," she said as she went over to hug him. But she barely made it a step past my father before he snatched her by her arm and threw her back into the chair. "DAMNIT," she cursed my father. "Randall, since you're going to put my babies out the least you can do is let me give them one last hug."

My body shuttered as and my whole world froze in space as I heard her last words. "Put my babies out." What the fuck? He can't be really taking this thing that far, and why are he putting out Drake and Nevaeh? They did nothing wrong.

"Put us out.... What." Nevaeh muttered.

"Yes," my father commenced. "This is my house and under my roof you will abide by my rules. I have been out all night and morning finding you ingrates a place to stay-"

"Ingrates," Esme yelled.

"Quiet Esme! This is none of your concern-"

"None of my... None of my concern. You're putting out my brothers and sister because they're gay. THEY ARE MY FAMILY TOO!"

I couldn't believe what was going on around me. My father was putting us out, he just violently touched my mother, according to Esme, my brother and sister are gay too, and he called us ingrates. My head felt like it would explode. It felt like there were a hundred people living up there and having a party. I couldn't deal.

"I have found and payed for your apartment for up to two years. After that, you're on your own," my father stated. And again the arguments between him and Esme started all over again.

"YOU BASTARD," she spat, venom in her words."What kind of man throws his family out because of some petty issues he has in his deranged brain? I can't believe you," She screamed, now getting into my fathers personal space. "You are no man. You are an imature pest that I depise."

i watched the scene enfolding bfore my eyes. Well atleast I tried too. The tears were falling faster than ever and Brock didn't make it any better by holding me. That actually made them fall more.

I noticed my fathers hand ball up, the way it did when he was about to punch something. The only thing aroung him was Esme and I'll be damned if he touches her. It would be a cold day in hell before I let anything happen to her.

"If he touches her, he's a dead man," Brock whispered in my ear. I nodded in agreement with him. Brock wasn't close with my family, but he was close with me, and he would protect my family as if they were his own.

"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER," Esme shouted again. "I FUCKING HATE YOU MAN!" My fathers face became redder by the instant. Oh- nohe was going to hit her. "ESME STOP," I SCREECHED.

Apparently she didn't hear me, because she kept yelling. I walked to her and wrapped my hands around her waiste to calm her down, but to no avail.

"Get your hands off of her faggot," My father bummed, pulling me by my hair and throwing me to the floor. The next thing I know was Brock and my father having a shoving and shouting contest. Esme jumped in between them, and started yelling to my father. "RANDALL AGUILAR! YOU ARE PATHETIC! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT AND LOVE YOUR CHILDREN AS THEY ARE? YOU ARE WEA-"

I winced as I heard the sound of a violent slap. I opened my eyes and Esme was knocked out cold on the floor. I crawled to her and cradled her in my arms, crying so very much and whispering in her ear that it's okay. By the time I looked up, Drake, Brock, And Nevaeh were all piled onto my father... Beating the shit out of him. He deserved every last strike he got.

As they were pounding my father I felt something warm and wet like dripping down my arm. I looked down to notice the red substance had reached my pants and was all over my hands..... IT WAS BLOOD!