Runaways

Gabriel

Ok. So, I'm sorry but I can't really blurb out all the curse words in this chapter cause you know, Gabe curses a lot. And by a lot, I mean a lot, a lot. So don't get angry at me, get angry at him! It's his fault!
*goes and hides in a hole before all the hardcore Gabe lovers come after me*
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"Yo faggot! Why don't you make yourself useful and get me a beer," shouted Pam's new boyfriend from the living room.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and actually work instead of screwing ladies every day," I mumble under my breath while I walk to the fridge.

Getting the beer out of the refrigerator, I walk towards the living room and give him a few. Turning around, I try to sprint out of this goddamn room away from Pam's boyfriend.

The key word is try, but of course, this fucker has to stop me from doing anything.

"You got the wrong beer idiot," he says while grabbing onto my wrist.

"Oy! Who the fuck are you calling an idiot. You're an idiot considering you can't even maintain a job and are screwing girls every day," I respond angrily. Sh*t! There goes my mouth again.

"What the f*ck did you just say to me? I'm trying to help you out here. I was hoping that I could tell you the right beer so no one else thinks you're gay. I want to save Pam from further embarrassment. I mean it's embarrassing enough that she has you to take care of," he tells me.

"For the last time I'm not fucking gay!" I yell at him in exasperation.

"Well, it sure looks like you are. I mean like come on. You're favorite color's orange, you like fashion, and you actually do your hair. No other straight boy in the world is like that. Ain't that right sugar," he asks.

Did he just call me sugar? First, he was yelling at me and now he's calling me sugar? Is he ok? I mean like, I knew he was fucked up in the brain, but I didn't think it was this bad. Hey! Maybe he's the one who's gay.

But then, I realize he's staring at something behind me. Turning around, I see my stepmother Pam standing at the doorway.

"Damn straight you're right, Larry," she responds before walking over to him and sitting on his lap.

"That's it! I've fucking had enough!" I say before walking into my room and slamming the door behind me.

Taking out a large backpack, I blindly pack stuff into it. After a few minutes, I finish packing. Time to leave. Hope I never see you again suckers!

Walking out of my room, I walk into the living room and see Pam and Larry sucking each other's faces off. What the hell? Are they leeches now?

Feeling disgusted by them, I walk to the corner of the room and take out the stash of money that's hidden behind the T.V. stand.

"Hey, what's that?" Pam asks looking hungrily at the money. Well now she notices me.

"It's my hard earned money that you don't get to use, touch, or even look at," I respond bitterly. And with that, I walk out of the living room towards the entrance of the trailer I paid for.

"Where you going?" I hear Pam yell from behind me.

"Somewhere away from you fuckers! Have fun without anyone paying for all your mistakes anymore!" I respond and then slam the door behind me.

With one quick grin, I slinged my overly heavy bag on my shoulder and walked onto the street. It was time to start my long trudge to somewhere I didn't know but knew I'd get to.

Walking down the streets of my run down neighborhood, I suddenly stop when I hear the sound of a car's tires being slammed behind me. Turning around and looking at the car, I see an unconscious boy in the driver's seat who's face looks deathly pale. To add to his description, he also has red stains on his white Gucci shirt. Motherfucking Shit! It's blood I realize.

Running towards the car, I open the already unlocked passenger door and checked the guy. Looking at him, I could tell that he was rich. His clothes were all from Gucci and Armani.

Quickly pushing that unnecessary information to the side of my brain, I solely focused on the boy in front of me that was surely going to die if he didn't get help soon. Carefully moving him to the passenger's seat, I moved to the driver's seat and unbuttoned the boy's bloody shirt. What I saw in front of me nearly made me pass out. The boy had a few broken ribs that needed to be healed quickly. The sight was even more horrifying than spiders. At the thought of spiders, I shudder

Taking out my phone, I looked for directions towards the nearest hospital. Letting Google Maps guide me, I buckled my seat belt and prepared to drive for the first time. About to start the car and drive to the hospital, I was interrupted with the boy, who was previously unconscious, speaking.

"No hospitals, please. Take us to the nearest drug store to get some bandages and medicine for my ribs," he said with much struggle.

"What the fuck man! You need a doctor! You could die without one!" I said with disbelief.

"Please," the boy pleaded, "I can't let anyone know about me and my injuries. Especially my parents."

The last word triggered me. 'Parents'. Remembering Pam and all the beatings her boyfriends gave me for thinking I was gay, I felt like I knew how this guy felt. With understanding, I doubtfully complied to this boy's pleas and responded with an ok.

"Thank you so much," the boy responded with obvious relief.

Tired of calling this stranger 'the boy', I said, "Oy! By the way. Who the fuck are you?"

"Victor. Victor Morgan," he responded.

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Oh my gosh!! I'm cringing in the corner right now from all the curse words Gabe used that I didn't blurb out. I'm sorry! I'll try better next time. I was just trying to get another update in today. Sorry once again! Okay, bye!