I Wish You Wanted Me (Boy x Boy)

Hi hey there it's the one and only Kitten Marie!!!!! Here is the first "chapter" of this book, I hope you guys enjoy it!!!! Listen to Both of Us by Taylor Swift ft. Bobby Ray at the end of this "chapter." Lolz I'm gonna go now baaaaaaaaii!!

Kitten Marie out.

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Prologue: My New Life

DAVID's P.O.V

I grunted in pain, willing myself to stop the tears that threatened to spill over, along with the screams climbing up my throat begging to be set free. No matter how many times we do this, I'll never get used to it. After another few minutes, he finally stopped, setting the switch down. He was careful not to let it fall to the white carpeted floor beneath us, as the switch was drenched in my blood.

"Say it!" He ordered.

"I'm an abomination, I deserve this. I do not deserve to live, I'm the reason people like me think we can do whatever we want. I'm a mistake who deserves to die, but out of the goodness of your heart you are trying to help me see reason. Giving me the help I need to change my ways and become a better man instead of a monstrosity. You hate me and rightfully so, I thank you for trying to help me fix this problem father."

"Leave my sight faggot!" He yelled.

He didn't have to tell me twice. As fast as an injured person could, I ran out of the basement and to my room, slamming the door shut firmly. I slid down the door, my back pressed tightly against it.

Despite the welts growing on my back, I pressed harder onto the door, willing it to stay locked forever. I listened to the slam of the basement door, followed by the thump-thump-thump of his steel toed boots hitting the wooden stairs.

His footsteps grew closer to my bedroom door, and I tensed willing for him to keep walking. He stops just outside my door, standing for a moment. He began to bang violently on the door, causing it to tremble on its hinges.

"Get your ass cleaned up, you have lacrosse practice in twenty fucking minutes. If you are not ready by 4:30, so help me god I will drag you right back down to that basement!"

That said, he stepped away from door and classes into his own room.

*PAUSE*

For those of you wondering what the hell just happened, no my dad isn't drunk, nor is he mental....well that second one is debatable....

You see, the thing is my dad is a homophobe of the worst kind. He despises the fact that anyone could ever love the same sex, he says it's the worst thing anyone could ever do. He says that, "people who are gays or lesbians should kill themselves rather than live another day of their wretched lives."

Now mind you he has nothing against bisexuals, considering they're just going through a phase....or so he thinks.

In case it isn't blatantly clear yet, I fall into the latter group, I am gay. I was in the closet for three years, trying to work up the courage to tell him. He wasn't always like this, he used to be moving and caring, he told me he'd love me no matter what....so much for that.

I was about fifteen when I realized I was gay, I was at a party. It had gotten really late, and I was bored, had been since I arrived two hours before. I was heading back home when I saw a boy, he was about the same age as I was back then, walking home.

It was about negative ten degrees outside, and all he had on to cover himself was a skimpy hoodie. The rest of his clothes didn't provide much cover either. He wore black skinny jeans riddled with holes on both pants legs, and he wrote what looked like an Asking Alexandria tee on.