Tears of an Angel (Boy X Boy)

Chapter Two: Nightmares

Tristan watched his father gamble from the corner of the room afraid. Since he had not been there when he got home he would be punished.

"If you win you get a slash at the kid." His father said and his friends laughed. They had all got drunk and threw their beer bottles at the kid.

"He's shaking," a man slurred grabbing a dice and tossing it.

"Ha my turn," another man said and grabbed a whip. "Watch his lip quiver."

"Don't be harsh to him. He's going to tutoring and I do not want any suspicions," his father said as a whip cracked against the boy's back earning a scream.

"By who?" Another asked as the whip once again cracked against his back. His friends were all abusive to their children, but their children had been taken away after a while. Now they took it out on Tristan who shook in fear as he heard the dice once again hit the table and roll.

"No one wins?" His dad asked and Tristan smiled weakly glad that there do u-

His thought was cut short as a beer bottle hit him in his chest. "That's enough for now."

"Aww," everyone groaned but followed his father's command and left.

"Clean up," his father ordered and Tristan walked up the stairs taking out the pieces of glass and taking a shower to clean off the dried blood. He dressed his wounds and slipped on pants. He walked outside and screamed out being whipped across the chest.

"Please explain what you were doing with your Sensei," his father hissed kicking his son down

"He w-wanted to talk to me about my improving grades," Tristan said and felt something wrap around his wrists. His father put him bounded against the door, and Tristan closed his eyes bracing for pain.

"Is that all?" His father asked whipping him each time the youth tried to answer.

"Yes," Tristan said and fell to the ground in a heap passing out from pain.
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Tristan woke up with groans and cleansed his wounds dressing them again. He slipped on a t shirt with a hoodie and jeans. He slipped on his sneakers and walked to the library with a slight limp.

"Moge-kun?" Tristan asked and saw the man in a corner with a straight face, but seeing Tristan it brightened up.

"Hello Tristan," Mr. Moge said and put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Did he come?"

"Y-Yes," Tristan said and tears streamed down his face. Mr. Moge hugged the youth petting his head.

"Shh," Mr. Moge hushed as Tristan choked on his sobs. Mr. Moge held Tristan to his chest protectively. Tristan was glad that they were hidden from any one else's view unless they were to turn the corner to see them. Tristan continued crying into the elder' s chest, and Mr. Moge held him tighter.

"I-I'm okay now M-Moge-kun," Tristan muttered and the elder let him go. Tristan wiped his tears away quietly and Mr. Moge smiled slightly.

"I'm glad you're okay," Mr. Moge said and Tristan's stomach grumbled. "You haven't eaten yet?"

"No," Tristan said.

"Then how about I bring you elsewhere special after your tutor session?" Mr. Moge asked.

"Sure," Tristan said smiling glad that he finally had a friend. Tristan was glad that the session went quickly as they went to Mr. Moge' s car. Tristan was about to sit down when he felt pain in his head. He grunted and Mr. Moge grabbed Tristan as Tristan went weak in the legs. "I am fine. I just need to rest."

"Should I bring yo-"

"No please," Tristan said and Mr. Moge helped him sit down. "Can we please go to t-the place?"

"Okay, just sleep," Mr. Moge said petting the younger's head. Tristan nuzzled into the elder' s hand making Mr. Moge blush slightly. Tristan fell asleep as Mr. Moge pulled onto the high way.

Tristan ran from the dark figure hearing it's dark laugh. His feet pounding against the hard floor as trees whipped at his face. He heard his heart pounding in his chest and called out for the one person he knew could help.

"Moge-kun!"

Mr. Moge swore he heard the younger mutter his name as the youth shifted.

"He's having a nightmare," Mr. Moge whispered.

"He can't hear you."

"Moge-kun!"

Tristan felt a whip across his back and saw his father.

"Your sensei will die because he decided to get in the way," his father hissed.

"P-Please help," Tristan muttered and felt a comforting arm around his neck.

"Shh, I am here," Mr. Moge purred hugging the youth with an arm. "I got you."

Tristan calmed down hearing Mr. Moge' s voice and his father chuckled whipping Tristan making him move from Mr. Moge' s grasp.

Mr. Moge was shocked when Tristan moved from his grasp.

"Tristan?" Mr. Moge asked concerned. Had he done something wrong?

"Please don't hurt m-" Tristan screamed out as a whip hit his back shooting him to reality.

Tristan was shaking and Mr. Moge touched his pupil. "T-Thank you," the youth muttered as they arrived at their destination.

"You're welcome," the elder said pulling up to the drive way. "Burger?"

"Y-Yes," Tristan said and Mr. Moge smiled. Tristan looked away making Mr. Moge' s heart pang. Mr. Moke ordered two burgers with smoothies and quickly drove into a parking spot.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Moge asked and Tristan looked at his hands.
"I-I," Tristan stopped choking on a sob. "I-I... I can't tell you."

"Oh," Mr. Moge said and Tristan set his hand on the elder' s.

"I-I don't for you to get hurt," Tristan said and a slight blush spread across both of their faces.

"Why?" Mr. Moge asked pushing the black hair out of his student's red eyes. Tristan felt his heart pounding but it was for a different reason. Why i-is he so hot suddenly? Tristan thought while Mr. Moge thought how cute Tristan was.

"I-I can't see you get hurt by him," Tristan said and then his phone rang stopping the both of them from a kiss. "It's m-my dad."

"Let's finish the food and get you home," Mr. Moge said and Tristan started to eat the burger as the elder drove him home.

I like Moge-kun even if he's my sensei. Tristan thought as he walked out the car to the house.