Kiss Me (yaoi / boyxboy)

Chapter 15

Drake

"What's up with you lately?" The girl sits on my lap, pouting. Her top is too low-cut, even by my standards. A guy likes to have something to have something to wonder about, yunno? Nothing's to the imagination with this girl.

"Nothing babe." I sigh. I'm bored already and it's only 11pm. I've barely even had two beers as well.

She frowns, "well something has to be up, you've barely been to any parties recently. And what you did to Dax..."

I smile fondly at the memory of his bloody face begging me to stop and her previously lusty expression turns to one of fear, "don't smile at something like that." she hisses.

I shrug, "Can't help it. It's just too good a memory" she makes a noise of disgust and climbs off my lap, something which I'm sort of grateful for. I get up of whoever's sofa this is and let myself out into some piss stinking corridor. I'm thinking of him again. He makes me feel so... clean. Like I'm a different person with him... There's just something about him that's stopped me from jumping on him already. Something that makes me want to be almost good. I laugh bitterly into the cold night as I leave the block of flats, heading for home. Good? How can someone that smiles at the sigh of blood be good?

I walk with my hands in my pockets, ignoring the drunks strewn haphazardly on the benches that the council had shoved randomly round the estate. They'd even planted trees recently and washed off graffiti in some attempt to make the whole place seem more fitting with the rest of the town. 
On my way I shove in my headphones, turning my music up to the point where I cringe whenever the music gets too loud. But I can handle it. Better than I can handle what I'm about to walk into anyway.

I don't need to look around as I step into the shitty flat my mum, me and mum's latest boyfriend call home. I know what I'll see- him sat around his card table with his friends, crushed beer cans and the absence of mum.
A can collides with the back of my head as I make my way to my room. It doesn't hurt but that's not the point. That's never the fucking point.

I tug my head phones roughly from my ears, slinging my bag to the floor. I hear his laughter. And soon... Soon I'll hear him scream.

Grey

I hear the sound of keys in the door, scampering up into my feet like a puppy hearing his master coming home. Finn's already at the door, he's so much faster despite only being a year older. He squeals as Daddy throws him laughing into the air. I stop just before i collide with his legs, jumping to be picked up too.

"Me too, Daddy, me too!" but he just stares down at me, looking at me in disgust.

"Don't call me daddy." He snarls, his speech slightly slurred.

I'm on the brink of tears, confused at the rejection.

"Why daddy?" suddenly I feel his foot collide with my ribs- pain flooding my chest-

I sit up panting, cold sweat making my t-shirt cling to my back. I haven't dreamt about that in so long... I must've been three at the time. That was when I started calling him Simon. He fractured three of my ribs back then, I remember the look of shock on mum's face when she ran down stairs after hearing my cries. He'd told her what he'd done but she didn't shout at him, she just picked me up and took me to a hospital- one in a different town where she used fake names. There were tears in her eyes as she looked down at me and lied to the doctor- 'he was hit by a car'.

I flop back down onto my mattress. I'm wallowing now and I refuse to let myself be stuck in self-pity. Nothing like that's happened in a long time, I can put up with his shit awful gay jokes until I'm old enough to get out of here.