all the times

the first time

play the song.

get out of my house, you're nothing but a filthy, disgusting, faggot," Josh's father spat at him.

he shoved josh out the door, causing josh to fall on to his back.

his father stepped outside and screamed, "get up, asshole!"

josh scrambled to his feet and spun, twisting his ankle in the process. he turned to look back at the man he called his father.

a well-defined face was hidden behind a mound of beard, unshaven for weeks. his greasy hair was smashed down by a ratty, yellow baseball cap. it had always been his favorite. his once strong arms were ridden with bruises and track marks from years of heroin abuse.

josh felt a tear slipping from his eye as he stood staring at the house he grew up in. he angrily wiped his cheeks clean. he wasn't going to cry over this man's actions. he certainly wasn't his father. not anymore.

he spun and began limping down the sidewalk that lined his street.

josh continued walking. he didn't have a plan, maybe he would go to LA. his dream was to live there. he didn't know how he was supposed to get from his home in Ohio to the west coast, but he was sure as hell going to figure it out.

he noticed it was getting dark and knew he needed to look for somewhere to stay. he was entering the bad part of town. the place where his mom never returned from. where his father bought his drugs. where most crimes occurred.

josh took a breath and looked around. he saw nothing but graffiti covering buildings and a few of the regulars standing under a dim street light. he took a deep breath and kept going.

thoughts? this chapter actually hurt my heart to write 😔 so sorry guys. ❤️