"Hey, what's your name." he smirked at me.
"M-Mace," I glanced down at my hands and blushed, tugging at the sleeves of my sweater.
"Cute, I'm Pierce," he replied.
Cute? I'm cute? No, he's just joking with me and he'd never be gay.
I nodded at him and put my attention back on the board as he softly chuckled beside me.
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School was finally over as I gathered up my things and slung my tattered backpack onto my shoulders to proceed out the door. Then I heard a raspy, yet soothing voice behind me.
"Mace?"
"Uh-uhm yes?" I whispered, lowering my head.
"Want a ride home?" he asked from his black, beat up truck.
"Sure...." I quietly said.
"So, where do you live?" I gave him directions to my house and after ten minutes of a dreadful silence, we arrived.
"Uhm, thank you," I whispered as he got out of the car and opened the door for me.
"No problem."
He realized that I was struggling to hop out of the tall car, me being 5 foot 2 and lifted me by the waist to the ground.
I then again lowered my gaze to the ground, blushing furiously as Pierce put his two fingers under my chin, "Head up, babe, and see you later," he said as he got in his truck and drove down my driveway, as I glanced at him going down the road, lighting a cigarette. He's just being nice, or maybe he's playing with me and he'll be gone tomorrow. I sighed at my depressing thoughts and found myself in my house.
My father came down the stairs, half drunk and grabbed me by the arm.
"You fag!" he roared. "I knew it! What the hell were you doing, I saw you with that guy, and how you looked at him! You gay little bitch!"
I closed my eyes and took the beating that I was given.
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Pierce's P.O.V
I hauled myself inside of my old apartment and plopped on the couch with a pack of beer and weed. I cracked open my one of many bottles and took a swig, then took a hit and puffed out little rings of smoke.
I inhaled and sighed deeply, laying back, waiting to get high and feel good. Although, that Mace was on my mind, I wanted him to leave. He was so cute and innocent, I loved his brown sweepy hair and hazel eyes, his small stature and I loved the way his waist fit into my hands.
I wondered if he was gay, and if he'd fall for a drunk, half stoned monster like myself.
There was something about him though, he has a secret and I'm determined to find it.
"Damn it what am I saying, I sound like a fucking girl," I muttered to myself.
I felt the highness coming on, it felt so good, but as always it makes me feel like I'm lacking something in life.
I stormed into my bathroom and raided the cabinets. I found what I was looking for.
That shiny razor, better than getting high or drunk. I crushed my beer bottle onto the floor an pulled up my sleeves, making cuts on top of my tattoos. I haven't done this in five years, since I was fourteen. It doesn't matter, I need this right n0w. The drugs aren't enough.
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I grabbed a towel and hastily cleaned up any blood and left my arm unclean and unbandaged.
I just plopped into bed, soaking my black sheets with blood, with Mace on my mind.
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