****JAYY'S POV****
We decided that we were going to got to the mall and a movie because Dahvie wanted to see 'The Conjuring' which scared the shit out of me. He would laugh every time I got scared and hid under his arm, but I made it through. After the movie he decided to take a trip to Hot Topic and get t-shirts, bracelets, and some other stuff. Then we went to Build A Bear Workshop and he got me a bear. I knew that my dad might come looking for me but probably not. He never went looking for my mother after she ran away. She didn't do exactly what I did but something close. She moved to a whole new state and into a apartment and changed her name. I don't remember much of her but I knew that she had promised to come back for me, but never did. My father on the other hand wanted nothing of me but beating me just because I'm gay. He would return home drunk every night and in the morning be asleep on the couch. I always managed to get past him but he was awake the day I completely ran. My things were still in the house but I didn't want them, they had to many bad memories and things in them. My bed, where I would wake up in the middle of the night to a slap and a yelling person, soon figured out to be my dad. My floor, the first time I cut and left stains on the soft carpet. My walls, where I would be slammed to knock me out. My door, the last time it shut was when my mother ran from the house after talking to me and telling that she would be back.
I didn't realize that I was crying until Dahvie stepped in front of me and wiped them away.
"Jayy are you ok?" he questions. A worried look in his eyes. I nod and begin walking again. After that we went home and watched tons of movies. I was embarrassed from crying in the mall but knew that I couldn't have helped it. Every thing in my life was messed up and the only good thing in it was Dahvie. I was glad to have him with me and in my life. None of this would have happened without him. I would still be living in the hell hole I used to call home. I was just thankful to Satan that I met him and that Satan gave me the chance to survive a little longer.
"Jayy what's been going on in that head of yours?" Dahvie asks from beside me.
"A lot" I reply back not wanting to look him in the face just yet. I was still crying but I wouldn't let myself break again. Not as bad as I used to let it. My mother was gone and I had no other family but my dad. If I can call him that.
"Jayy" Dahvie whispers.
"Yeah?" I whisper/ask back.
"What happened in that house." he sounded so demanding and helpless.
I wanted to tell him but I couldn't. He would only want to torture my Dad.
"Jayy please tell me. I want to know so I can help" he says.
I give in and tell him everything from my mom going somewhere and never coming back to when I found him. As I finished my story I look at him and see a tear slip from his bright eyes. I knew that he was angry but he looked even more pained.
"Jayy I am so sorry you had to go through all of that I wish I could've been there for you before this started." he says crying even more.
I pull him into me and hold him close. He was the one who saved me instead of the person who took me back and I am thankful that he didn't take me back because then I would still be living with my dad and that is something I seriously don't want.
"Dahvie its ok you found me and that's all that matters. You saved me from an abusive person" I say. He looks up at me and gives me a passionate kiss. I loved this man and wanted him forever.
