Kissing Outside the Closet (BoyXBoy)

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"I want mommy back!"

   My little brother screeched. I pulled him close to my chest putting my hand in his dark blond hair as he wailed. His tears wetting my t-shirt.

  "Sssh. It gonna be okay. You've got me" I cooed into his hair. I had to get him to be quiet. Quick. Before my father wakes up.

  "I want mommy!!!" He screamed louder this time enough to make glass shatter. No. He's definitely going to wake father up.

  "Please Elliot you have to be quiet. Please" I begged him but to no avail he kept crying. I don't know what to do anymore. He just won't listen to me. The only person he ever listen to was- I heard hevy foot steps drag across the hallway. I knew those steps anywhere. At the sound my blood run dead cold, and my muscles stiffen.

   "If you don't shut that brat up oh I swear to god he's gonna get it" that voice there was my father. A lovely man isn't he? Very Calm, sympathetic, and overall kind. Note the sarcastic tone.

  "Elliot can you calm down for me please?" He looked at me with the same dark blue eyes as my mom. Tears stained his pale cheeks and he nodded. Thank God. I kissed his now bright pink nose gently.

  "I love you Elliot now lets got to bed. How does that sound?" I stood up slowly and took his small hand in mine.

  "Good" he hiccuped as I lead him to our small room at the end of the hall in which we both shared. I placed him in his spider man sheeted bed. What can i say the boy loves spiderman. I can see why spiderman i s kinda hot...Elliot looked at me with longing twinkling eyes and said.

   "When is mommy coming back Jesse?" He asked so innocently . What was I suppose to tell him. She wasn't ever coming back, I mean if I could bring her back from the grave with my own two hands I would have done that a long time ago. But if I've learned anything it's that death is permenant. Like a tattoo. Or the scars that decorated my wrist. These things are forever. But the only thing I could tell Elliot was.

   "Soon" he gave me a big grin as he nestled his head into his pillow. I didn't want to lie its just... He just doesn't get it. And to be honest I wish I didn't understand either.

  "When she gets back I gonna give her the biggest hug she ever had" and before I knew it his breath became soft as gentle snores escaped. He was so young only five years old. He couldn't understand what death was but one day he'd understand that mom will never get to receive that hug...ever.

   "Jesse where the hell are you!" my father huffed from the living room. I walked slowly into the living room shaking in my shoes. My father scared me so much. My father stood there his face and shirt covered in sweat and smelled of alcohol.

  "Y-yes sir" I said timidly. I couldn't help myself this man was like looking at a dead shell of a man who once used to bend backward for his children but not anymore .

   "I want you to go down to the store and get me some beer" he told me

   "D-dad haven't you had enough. I mean-" a fist came hurdling at my face knocking me to the floor. My jaw rattled. Then the kicks came showering me with so much pain.

    "I ASK YOU TO DO ONE THING!! YOU'RE WORTHLESS!" He screamed at me. He then grabbed me by my neck and shuved me against the wall. I panicked as I couldn't get air into my lungs. Please God don't let me die. Elliot needs me.

   "I going to ask you one more time. Go to the store and get me some beer. " he laughed "don't let me ask again am I clear."

   I couldnt talk so I nodded my head vigorously. He let go of my neck and I fell to the floor gasping for air. Now you see why he scares me so much.

I rushed out the door to the store and just my luck it was raining. I don't want Elliot with that monster for too long there's no telling what he'll do... I pulled up my black hoodie and headed out the door.

                                                         Zander POV

Work is a pain in the ass. But I really want a car and if the girls love me now wait till I have a smoking hot car. They'll drool over me. Head over heal in lust. I was brought back to reality when I heard the store door bell ring and I saw a small boy with a black hoodie walk in.

He looked so fragile. Without giving me a glace he walked straight to the back of the store not even giving me a hello or nothing. Rude much are we.

   Pfft Kids I hate them. The boy walks to the back of the store opening the refrigerator and pulls back a 6-pack of beer. Hold up,how old is this kid does he really think he can pass as 21. I mean the kid had to be no more than 5'5 a short fellow. I watched him carfully as he then picks up a razor blade to add to his purchase. This kid was weird what was he buying beer and a razor blade for. Not a great combination if you ask me. Keeping his head low to the ground he walks over to the counter. The boy was completely wet worn out sneaker squeaking across the tile. Okay this boys nuts, it's called and umbrella. When he gets to the counter he places the beer and razor blade gently without making Eye contact with me.

   "You must think I'm dumb as hell if you think I'm gonna sell you this beer." I patronized. The boy clenched his fist as they shook.

Then he looked up

His dark green eyes peer into mine and dark brown hair clung to his face. Freckles all over his nose and cheeks making him look innocent and young.

  "Please. I need it" he said so desperately and by the look of it he did need it. Bruises covered his face dark hand imprinted his pale neck. Who would do that to someone he looked terrible. Must have gotten mugged or something.

  "Look kid I'm not aloud to sell beer to a minor." I said calmly. His eyes started to tear up.

  "Please. I'll  you as much money as you ask for."his voice cracked at the end you could tell he was panicking. His whole body trembled in...fear? I gave a big sigh and said.

    "How old are you" I said he look about 12 maybe 13 at most.

  "Sixteen but I promise you  the beer isn't for me" oh really? This kid thought I was a dumbass huh?

   "Then who are the blades for huh?" I asked. His jaw clenched he placed a hand on both items and just took off. Just like that he was gone.

What the hell man! That's gonna be coming out my paycheck.

 No one messes with my money.

I was so gonna find this kid, then I'm gonna kick is scrawney ass.

Jesse POV

I don't normally steal. Normally whatever that is anymore. But he just made me panick and I didn't know what to do. I mean his dark eyes peering deep into my eyes analyzing my every move. Every inch of my body making my skin tingle. He was kinda hot though I must admit. Dark almost black hair and eyelashes a strong jaw with a bit of stubble. He was tall that was for sure he had to be a least 6'2. But no time to think about boys I had to get home and face my father again. I walk inside the appartment and all is quiet my father was asleep on the sofa.

   Thank the heavens. So I placed the beer in the fridge and walked slowly up the stairs carful not to wake him up walking to the bathroom taking out the razor I got.

I said I wouldn't do this anymore.

I gripped the razor tightly then shuved it in the medicine cabinet. Out of sight out of mind right. Right? I crawl in to bed next to my brother and cuddled in close putting my nose to his hair. His sent calming me.

"I want mommy back too Elliot." I said before I let endless sleep consume me.

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~CurlyCue17 out~