Sam's P.O.V
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Hi, I'm sam. I'm a bit of a antisocial person but that wasn't my choice. It was forced by my abusive father that only cared about himself. Not only that, he caused me so much pain I soon started having nightmares. They started getting so intense to the point where I'd ask my mom to stay with me until I fell asleep, that's how horrible it had gotten.
I wasn't very talkitive at all. My dad was a drinker and he smoked endlessly. This explains why he'd constantly beat my mom and myself. My mother was getting sick of being hit and brusied so, she left. Nobody knows where she went, so my father let out his anger on me as I became his prey...
I was only in middle school when this happened so I was young. I wanted attention so badly it killed me inside. that's when I started having thoughts about liking boys. I never told my dad because I knew his only reaction would be beating me to death. So, I stayed out of his reach.
(You my play the video =w=)
I was stupid enough to let the thoughts get to me so I decided to tell my father the truth..
I sat down and motioned my hand to the seat next to me. My father sipping on whiskey asks "what the hell do you want hm?" "I-i like boys..." the words slipped out of my mouth and I didn't relize what I had said. 'I'm so stupid.. he's going to beat me to death... I won't see the end of it....' suddenly I feel his arms wrap around me with care. "It's alright kid." I went through the same thing." I was too scared to move I didn't know what happened..
(Highschool)
I'm 16 and I still never had not even one friend. My dad went back to being a drinker and smoker soon after I turned 14 which sucked because he just started turning around.. not anymore I guess. Sometimes I'd stare at the slightly hotter guys, it's not like me to stare but I couldn't help myself. When I started staring at this one guy named James it was on a Sunday evening and he was riding his bike around the neighborhood. He gave me a small smile with a wave and was on his way. My heart fell to my stomach with how blue his eyes were.
That was the only time I saw him. The only time I have been noticed. So, like most gay teenagers, I decided to give him my number. I wrote my number on a piece of paper and then snuck to his locker, inched the paper in his locker and before I knew it I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was James..
