Its Sweet in the Weirdest Way (Boyxboy) [Slow Updates]

Chapter 3

                                                                            Redin's P.O.V.

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Redin toke deep breaths of air and allowed his eyes to dart around the room stopping at the calender to see that his ninth birthday was two weeks away. He finally looked back at his mother as she tapped her fingers on the table with a confused and agitated expression.

"So we are talking about Tyler?"

Redin nodded quickly.

"Your best friend Tyler? That comes over here and spends the night all the time?" She questioned her voice getting somewhat louder. 

"Yes." He replied quietly becoming nervous.

"And your telling me that you have a crush... on a boy? At your age?" She asked sounding astounded. 

He just nodded his head again, lowering it. She was mad at him, he was sure of it.

He quickly looked up when he saw her getting up from her seat and walking down the hall. He hurried after he like he always had. He would follow where ever his mom went because he loved her more than anyone else and he was okay with the other kids calling him a "momma's boy", he didn't care.

He caught up to her when she stopped in her room and he found her staring into the mirror. He hopped up on the large fluffy queen size feather bed. She stayed like that so long that Redin became bored and started bouncing on the bed. He stopped when he saw the large tears in her eyes and the look of hate inside them. 

He sat down at the end of the bed close to her and asked, "What's wrong mommy?"

She spun around to face him and brought her hand up in the air struck him across the face as hard as she could, making him fall of the bed onto the floor and he landed smacking his head into the edge of the wooden dresser set. He began to wail, holding his tiny hands to his head and cheek. He was confused, why had she hit him? What had he done wrong?

Her voice began over top of him, sounding cold and harsh, "You listen to me, you're never going to be a fagot, you will not like boys or I will beat the shit out of you. And if you tell your daddy about this I will hurt you so much worse, got it?"

He began to hiccup from crying so hard and nodded.

"Good. Now come on lets go pray and hope God finds it in himself to forgive you for being this disgusting creature." She spat grabbing his arm and yanking him to his feet. 

He didn't know why she was doing this to him, but he knew he could forgive her.

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Red's head snapped up into consciousness and out of his nightmare.

'No, not this again. I can't do this again. She's not here, she can't fuck up my life anymore. She's the past, just a memory.' He thought, feeling slightly desperate as hot tears streamed down his face. 'Danmmitt, I won't cry. I'm to old for this, besides this shit shouldn't matter to me anymore. Ugh I hate having to do this but...' 

He got up out of his bed and lifted his mattress to grab the razor he had to use when he thought of his mother. Redin didn't use it to get rid of the pain, it was more of his way of shutting out the thoughts of her, all he had to focus on was the burning the razor produced. He had canceled her out of his life and his thoughts due to his self inflected pain. Now he only remembered her in his dreams that only happened if he became attracted to someone, especially a guy. Those were a few of his secrets, he was abused, he cut, and he was bi, but he fought it as hard he could.