redemption ; foah

savoir

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i hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow

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noah shivered as hot shards of pain wracked his small body. it was just a t shirt but it felt like lead on his large black and purple bruises.

although, he supposed the he should be grateful. after all, he could still wear short sleeves.

the majority of the bruises were on the pale boys not so pale anymore chest with most likely a broken rib or two. but the pain...the pain came from a more...private...place.

it was the first time he had ever done that. but, theres a first time for everything. noah was just hoping it wouldnt be when he was fourteen and with his consent.

"bye dad," the small boy mumbled softly as he hopped off the last step.

"dont fucking talk to me."

noahs face contorted into sadness when he could smell the alcohol emitting from his fathers clothes.

without another word he turned from him and stumbled out the front door, leaving the warmth of my personal hell into a whole other kind.

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as if it didnt hurt enough to be alive already, gaten and caleb were on the bus today.

"hey there faggot," caleb spat and gaten chimed in with menacing giggles.

the brown haired boy opened his mouth to politely ask them to leave but then remembered, speaking gets you no where. thats one thing he had learned from his dad.

"aw is the little queer too scared to speak?" gaten asked with a tone of concern laced heavily in his voice.

"leave him alone you fucking douchebags."

noah snapped his head up quickly to see who the source of the voice was.

at first i just saw a mess of jet black curls, but it was finn! noah hadnt spoken with finn in four years...since the beatings started.

caleb scoffed, "when your boyfriend isnt around to protect you anymore, we will be back."

with that, caleb and gaten went and sat in the back of the yellow death trap and left finn and i alone.

"long time no see, noah. how are you?"

the brown haired boy instantly turned back to the book which he qas currently infatuated with, the perks of being a wallflower, and avoided answering.

the black haired boy frowned and handed noah a slip of paper, "if you dont want to talk, maybe you could text me?"

noah didnt have the heart to tell him that he didnt have a phone so he simply took the paper, slipped it in his jean pocket, and offered him a small smile. a small smile which he then returned.

"see you around, noah. ive missed you."

those words seemed so simple but to the smaller boy, they meant the world.

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this chapter is frekin terrible kill me

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