Still happily and absolutely smitten from the events yesterday, I passed by my pop who looked to be passed out on the couch. I went into my room and thought about a whole lotta things, including Troye and my sexuality. I guess I've always been gay, but I don't know. And Troye, the blue eyed treasure. I was a bit nervous about talking to him, but he's my best friend (and boyfriend). It won't be awkward.
Hopefully.
After a while, my pop staggered into my room, drunk out of his mind. He pointed his beer bottle at me and burped. He lost balance and stumbled to the side a little bit.
"Can I help you?" I asked, not in the mood for another drunken argument. I felt a little bad, but I was in the best mood and I didn't want him to ruin it.
He chuckled. "C-can you hhhelp me?" He said, stumbling on and slurring his words. "Yeah youuu can ffucking help me." He stumbled closer to me and the strong odor of beer sickened me.
"T-that boy that's alllways over here. What's withh h-him?" He asked sternly.
"Troye? He's a friend. You know that." I said confidently.
"J-just a ffriend huh?" He said, his voice getting louder and his speech becoming more coherent. "What was allll the noise y-yesterday? Yyou thought I was out didn't yah?"
"What do you mea-" I said frantically, but he cut me off.
"Y-you thought I was out, or dead, huh? So you go on and f-fuck some kid from down the street! Taking it up the ass like some- some street whore!"
To that I stood up. I don't know why, but I did. I didn't have a comeback or an excuse. He seemed amused that I was standing up to him, literally.
Then, my stomach dropped. I realized that that feeling wasn't an amence amount of confidence, but horrid fear.
He grabbed me by my shirt and asked. "Are you a f*g?" Lost for words and scared shitless, I shook my head frantically.
"You think you're alright roaming around with boys right?" He threw me onto my bed and I knew the worst was yet to come.
"Are you a street whore f*ggot Connor?" He questioned. I didn't answer, close to tears.
"Answer me boy!" He bellowed and brought his hand up as if to slap me.
'He wouldn't.' I thought quickly, but I spoke too soon.
He brought his hand down with what seemed to be all his power.
My head dramatically flung to the side like it was a stunt in a movie, or perhaps a music video.
Catching me off guard, he slapped me again.
And again.
He gave me one last blow to the stomach and I attempted to get him off me. I dragged my body to the corner of my bed, curling into a ball.
Point straight at me, he said, "If he's back here one more time, I'll kill the both of yah."
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I don't care much for locks on the window
to keep me at bay
I leave you one last kiss on your pillow
'fore I fly away
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Tripple Update bc im so bored and all my friends are making unnecessary drama & I need to just get away:)))))
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