Breaking Them Up (BoyxBoy) (On Hold Forever)

Keeping Us Together :::4::::

*Damien’s POV*

　

Stepping into a farmilliar house uninvited was like feeling alien in your own-a strange discomfort towards the comfort you feel surrounded by well-known walls. The places Karen hit, kicked, and scratched ache dully, but not as must as my chest. I didn’t want it to be like this.

I push the door closed beind me, letting it click softly. My mouth opens, Kyle’s name on my lips,but before I call out to him someone else does. A male voice, smooth and bitter. “Kyle, I’d like to speak to you for a moment” it reaches my ears from the first hallway upstairs.

Footsteps are its reply. I follow the source, grabbing the railing and creeping up the stairs. Was this last year? Sneaking around, preparing to listen in on a private conversation? Had i stepped into some kind of time loop? I hoped not. Last time I went through this I’d lost the boy I loved.

I stay close to the wall, inching closer to the murmur of the voices until they become distinguishable words.

“-the results come in, it could be anyones anyways” I tune in mid-way through Kyle’s sentence.

“They came in today. Its you” the voice was void. It reminded me of how Kyle used to talk to me. My mind jumped to the obvious awnser-his father. Who else would sound so much like him, so strictly empty. I’ve never seen his father though I’ve been here a million times, making em doubt he was a great one.

“It’s not like she has any proof” I’m shocked-Kyle sounded… sulky? Not the way a normal human being would, just a small hint in the tone of his voice that he didn’t like what was happening.

“Dammit” the void voice is less void and more harsh. A hand slams down. “I’ll not let you be a futher embarassment then you already are by simply existing. Your very brith is but a disgusting stain on my reputation, I’ll not let your mistakes further humiliate me”

What kind of parent… said that to their child? My home life wasn’t great, but neither of my parents would ever say something so cruel. The way he said it to, like Kyle was being a burden and not his son… I swallow. Add that heartache to the list of things paining me right now.

“Father…” Kyle hesitates “What if …. there’s someone else?”

The room I stand outside of falls silent. I lower my breath, but it sound impossibly loud to my own ears as my chest heaves, back against the wall. Was Kyle…. Talking about me? Even if I was unclear to everything else, that lone detail seemed to shine.

The quiet stretches. Then there’s a bitter laugh.

“Sit down boy” I listen as a chair is pull out, the rustle of clothing as he settles “I thought I’d never have to explain this to the likes of you, considering your origin should explain this crystal clear. Let me tell you something, a life lesson if you will. Love is fickle, your reputation is not. So when love has left you, all that will remain is an echo in your empty heart and a bad reputation scorched into the minds around you” he chuckles and its like winter running through my veins.

“Haven’t I raised you well?” he countinoues “After what happened to me, I was positive I’d taught my only son well enough. But I guess that makes a fool out of me, thinking I could teach something to the likes of you” a chair groans and I imagine the shadowy man leaning forward “Shall we make this lesson a little clearer? Get it through that head of yours?”

“What do you mean?” Kyle, the boy who could let me know I was in trouble with justa glance, dounded incredibly small.

“Marry Karen. Be the father to her child. Play happy perfect family. Or I’ll send you to live with your mother” he lets the threat hang sharply in the air, all I can think is that I thought Kyle’s mother was missing or perhaps dead “Understood?”