Abuse (Carl grimes gay fanfiction)

The past,reminds me

                     Adam's pov:
Carl said that there's some virus going around and that all the kids need to get away from everyone so where going to a separate part of the prison let me just tell you Carl was not happy about it at all he was not just mad he was kinda pissed but I talked him into it

I'm not happy about it ether but I can't really do anything. what am I gonna do I'm only 14 i mean I might still be 13 has March pasted yet who even knows anymore

Anyways Rick told all of us to pack up and only things we need he said it like 7 times

I grab a old backpack I had and stuffed 3 shirts into it with 4 pairs of jeans and socks and boxers.I slip on my dirty converse and sling the backpack over my shoulder and head towards where I'm going be staying till this whole thing blows over

I walk into the area I look around to see Lizzie and Mika and some girl with black hair I remember seeing her my second day here I also see max but no Carl I roll my eyes thinking he's probably yelling at his dad about putting him in here

I walk over to max and say hi "hi max have you umm seen Carl?" He gives me this funny look and smirks "why looking for your boyfriend" I feel my cheeks heat up and I just scurry away

Let me tell you something I never had friends before the world going to shit and how I know max well it's a long story

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Flash back Adam's  pov
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I feel my back hit the hard metal of the lockers as the tall figure toward over me and he ask in a harsh tone "what's wrong cant take anymore hitting want me to stop ha that's funny you would think you would have been used to it sense me and your mom hit you all the time" I look up at him trying so hard to let the tears not fall knowing it would only make things worse

He speaks up again with the same raspy intimating voice "ya that's right I know the whole school knows but no one tells anyone wanna know why.........because no one cares if you get hurt no one cares if you cry no one cares about you and I will will bet it on my own name and life me Max filbert
Wellington (I don't know where that name came from I'm sorry)
say that Adam hart is a worthless piece of shit" and he just walks away I feel the tears finally running down my face

I get up and run into the boys bathroom and lock my self in the handicap stall and I hit the wall till my knuckles bled and screamed my lungs out till one of the teachers came running in she asked me what happened I told her I feel sick seems to be my excuse for everything now a days

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End of flashback
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So ya max was never really my friend and wen he said he was what was I supposed to do I was scared my mom started hitting me worst sense it all happened I count deal with more hitting so I said yes he was my friend I guess you could say I'm not as scared of him anymore yet I was still terrified

You could say I feel safe here at the prison I do have to admit some times I do feel like a prisoner behind these prison walls I know I should be taking this all for granted but sometimes I need to take out anger on something before the world became a livening hell it was baseball or basketball sometimes soccer anything I could hit,throw,kick
it calmed me down so after everything broke out and all of my fellow team mates had been eaten alive I went to killing walkers I know it sounds wreckless but I needed something to just take the anger out on something to remind me I'm still alive that I have something to fight for but behind these walls I forget what I'm fighting for I forget why I'm here

I hear the door open and there corns Carl I smile to myself he has a big duffle bag over his shoulder with his sherif hat resting on his head he looks around before seeing me and walking over he speaks "hey how you doing?" I think about it for a second
"I'm fine" he smiles at me I give the most convincing smile I can put on for him