Promise Me Slowtown

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey y'all! This is my first fan fic o-o. I've been reading a lot recently so I decided to write one myself :D this story was inspired by the song Slowtown. I'm currently on holiday and I was listing to that song and then a storyline popped into my head, so here you go :P I hope you enjoy it. Apologies for the bad grammar, punctuation and spelling, I'm not very good at English :/ but I enjoy writing stories. One other thing, I come for the UK so it's going to be British words :| anyway. ON TO THE STORY :D

Tyler woke from the sound of his shrieking alarm, escaping the nightmare he just had. He thought they would stop when he got away from his farther, but they obviously haven't. Won't you touter someone else's sleep he thought.

Tyler and his mum recently moved to Columbus, Ohio to escape his abusive farther. He remembered his farther very well and always met him when Tyler was sleeping. They weren't very nice meetings. It always involved a belt, abusive words and making Tyler not wanting to live anymore. This made him very afraid to sleep at night. Most of the time he would stay awake and write down poetry. He found that it always helped to release all the bottled feelings he had inside. Tyler's farther always beat him for the little things he did, but the main reason he did so was because of Tyler's sexuality.

At his old school Tyler had a best friend called Naomi. They were both really close and would tell each other secrets. It would just be them hanging out in school. They would always sit on the same bench and talk about nothing in particular, just general chit chat. One day, Tyler decided to tell Naomi that he was gay because he really trusted her. He thought that Naomi would be cool because she's told him many secrets that were much more extreme, but when he told her, Naomi took her food and walked off. She never talked to him again. It got worse. The next day, everyone seemed to know about his sexuality, everybody started calling him names and throwing things at him as he walked between classes. After school he was met by a group of boys who would beat him up until he was on the floor, spitting blood. It didn't stop there. He got home and his farther was standing by the door, belt in hand. Somehow news got round to him, he knew everything.

Tyler's farther did beat him before, but this one was the worst he ever got. Tyler wanted to die. He wanted the pain to go and no longer be living on this earth. His farther made him feel so worthless. His words hurt more than the leather did against his skin. To add on to the bruisers were scars, carved by Tyler himself. He seemed to feel a bit better after piercing his skin with the sharp blade. It felt like all the emotion coming out of him fell down the bathroom sink and was washed away by the icy cold water. That's how he saw it anyway. This became a routine for Tyler for months, name calling and object throwing at school, first round of beating by guys at his school and second round of beating by his farther, and damaging his own skin. After about 3 months, Tyler's mother found out and wanted to leave right away. She always worked late and sometimes worked over night. Tyler never saw her much but when he did he felt comfortable and safe. He wanted her to hold him forever.

The only good thing about his childhood, apart from his mother, was his brother, Zack. They used to always go out and ride their bikes with other kids next door. He felt like Zack was not only his brother but his best friend. They'd do everything together. About a month before Tyler came out to Naomi, Zack moved out. Tyler didn't know what to do with himself. He'd spend his weekends up in room, terrified waiting for his dad to come up the stairs, drunk, to remind Tyler how useless and worthless he thought he was. It wasn't so bad when Zack was with him. He'd always protect Tyler and told him positive things when their farther would tear him down. Tyler really missed Zack.

He hit the stop button to his alarm whilst yawning. He remembered what today was. The first day of college. He was very anxious about today. He decided to fit into the crowd and try and be invisible.

He lazily threw his duvet off of him. He swung his legs round, stood up and slumped to his closet. He picked out a simple dark blue shirt with denim jeans and his black vans. He placed some pens and highlighters into his bag whilst biting his lip worrying about the day ahead. As he slung his bag over his shoulder he checked the time and walked down the stairs and through the door. Here we go he thought, you can do this.