Marshall's POV
I woke up in a big, pink, fluffy bed. I had a pounding headache. What happened? I looked around. Why was I in Bubba's room? Then I remembered what happened. Was it a dream or something? I looked next to me. The bed was empty, besides me. I turned my body around. I saw my reflection in a mirror. I was cut up. Everywhere. It definitely wasn't a dream. I sighed. I felt something in my pocket. I grabbed it. It was my iPod. I put in my earbuds and turned on my music, and turned it up as loud as it could go.
Hey dad, look at me, think back and talk to me.
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time,
Doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along...
And now I, try hard to make it,
I just wanna make you, proud.
I'm never gonna be good enough for you,
Can't, pretend that I'm alright...
And you can't change me.
Cause we lost it all,
Nothing lasts forever,
I'm sorry I can't be,
Perfect...
I felt tears roll down my face. I clutched the iPod in my hand, and the pink pillow I was laying on in my other hand. I sobbed. Why can't my mom except me for who I am? I cried for at least 10 minutes. Then I felt someone sit on the bed next to me. I stopped, and took deep breaths. Their hand rested on my shoulder. I took out my earbuds, and turned my music off.
I looked behind me and saw Bubba. I felt my heart beat speed up. I clutched the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Marshall..?" I heard. I bit my lip. His hand went down my back. I arched it in pain. I'm guessing I have a cut or something on my back. I yelled in pain. He pulled his hand away.
"W-What happened?" Bubba stuttered. I stuck my hand up the back of my shirt. I pulled it out and my hand was covered in dark blood. I hissed. Bubba stood up in front of me.
"I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but at least let me fix you up." He said. I looked down, not answering. Bubba grabbed bandages from his drawers and sat in front of me. He tugged at my shirt.
"This needs to come off." He said. I glared up at him. I hesitated. He looked at me with caring eyes. I sighed and took it off. He made me sit up straight. He checked out all of my injuries.
"My God..." He said. I rolled my eyes. He cleaned the cut on my back. I hissed in pain. He made me lay down. He cleaned all the cuts on my chest and the carved words on my stomach. I covered my eyes with my arms. I felt stings all over my body. I felt a lump in my throat. I took a shaky breath.
Don't fucking cry now...
I held my tears back. I felt a hand on mine. "Are you okay..?" Bubba asked.
No I'm not fucking okay. My mom literally almost killed me because I'm gay. I sighed, and nodded.
"Lick my hand." I heard. I lifted my arms up from my eyes. Bubba's hand was by my mouth. I looked at him confusingly.
"What? Why?" I asked. He pushed his hand closer to my face. "Because, just do it." I glared at him, then licked his hand. It tasted sugary. I watched what he was doing. He rubbed his hand on my stomach. It felt warm. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him. He rubbed his hand on the words carved into my stomach. I couldn't help but squirm around. It tickled. The carved words became scars in a coupe of seconds. Then he said I could sit up. He sat next to me, and cleaned the wounds on my face.
"Holy shit... You have a hole in your cheek..." He said. I nodded. "I know." I said. My voice sounding raspy and painful.
Bubba have me a pained look when he heard my voice. I licked the inside of my cheek. The hole closed and became a small scar. I sighed. I'm covered in scars now. I clutched a pillow, as Bubba cleaned out a cut on my forehead. He put a bandage on it and let my hair fall in my face. I looked down. I felt Bubba wrapping my ankle up. Then he wrapped the long cut on my arm up. I rubbed my neck, and looked at it in the mirror.
It was a gross, yellowish color. "Your neck will look better by tomorrow." Bubba said. I slowly nodded. I looked at him. His lip was busted. I held onto his shoulders. He looked in my eyes. "Be still." I said in my raspy voice. He looked at me confusingly, but did what I told him. I licked his lip, and it healed. He looked at me and made a small smile.
"Thanks... for fixing me up..." I whispered. His hand laid on mine. I looked at it then back to him. I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"I love you Bubba." I said. He was silent for a second, then his arms wrapped around my shoulders.
"I love you too, Marshall."
"You're always there when I need you. Thank you." I whispered. His arms squeezed around me. I but my face in his chest.
"Of course I'll be there. You're my boyfriend. I care..." He said. I smiled and cuddled into his chest, feeling safe as ever.
wow that was a shitty chapter. i know it was short oh well fuck. well i hope you like, vote and comment. ok bye fags<3
