Possibility (BoyXBoy) (Rewrite)

Possibility - 1

Song: Last Night (Bear Fear) - Lucy Spraggen (NIGHTCORE)

Picture: Shailer Anderson

[Shailer's PoV]

"Last night I told you I loved you, woke up blamed it on the vodka."

Heh, too true.

"Last night I told you I need you, that's the last time I drink tequila."

Last time? Please, he didn't even try.

"Last night I asked you to marry me, that's when I remembered the brandy."

Yeah, I shouldn't be here. I'm guessing I was a "mistake".

My music kept playing, which kept reminding me of my father and ex. Woah?! Father and ex?! Damn, my life is fucked up.

When my parents divorced, it was basically the fourth of July over again. I was free from him.

Yes, my father. Oh man did I want to celebrate with champagne and cake! But of course, as young as I am; no drinking. But the cake should have been there!

After months and month of hearing "Hey let's send you to a fun place where they beat the gay out of you.", they finally divorced.

Well, I was sent to a place. Not necessarily fun, but it was fun to him. And yes, that is my ex.

Could you believe that my father paid my ex to beat me? And he was gay too? Oh damn I did not see that coming!

I laugh over it, no reason to cry because I can't fix it. I can't say it's a good memory, but a damn ridiculous one for sure.

My mother found out that I was getting beaten after pulling off my shirt because it was inside out. I was damn sure she wasn't around, but hey, she saw and freaked out.

Bruises were scattered on my back and scars on my chest. Yep, one ugly ass chest that had slight abs.

She managed to find out that my ex and my dad were hurting me. Only because she's very scary when pissed off, so the words come out like a continued stream of piss; never stops unless it's all out.

So we ended up getting him arrested along with my ex, just because they were gone; the memories weren't. I've trained myself to think of the bad memories as things to look back on and to not feel emotional pain. So I do that by laughing, make it seem okay.

Sure it wasn't okay, but I had to get another idea of it before I get depressional thoughts.

After maybe a year or two after that incident, my mother started to date. Oh trust me, my mother is one strong lady. Maybe not physically, but she's strong.

She cut ties off of family and friends that didn't expect me. Even though it hurt her, she puts me first after what my father and ex did to me.

I love her, she's the one that kept me holding on. So I tried to "behave" when she was on a date.

I say behave since it was kind of scary to think of getting a new father. What if he didn't accept me? What if he beat me? What if he hated me- Well guess what, not everyone is like that.

My mother wouldn't date or marry anyone who wasn't comfortable with having to deal with a gay son. She always puts me first in every decision.

She settled on this one guy named Robert. He was sweet, kind, humorous and actually... cool. Robert accepted me and he was so supportive. It didn't seem like he was faking, he loved my mom.

So that's why I'm in the airport, hauling my bag to go outside and meet this guy. And oh, if I haven't mentioned; he lives in Poland. Yes, that country in Europe.