Boycott Love (Peterick AU)

Chapter 1

I sighed and sat down on the rickety bed. I'd only been back three days and was hating this place again. 'This' place would happen to be the head quarters for the program I got myself into. I hate it but sometimes you just have to make sacrifices for your family. My parents try their best but it never seemed to be good enough, we always struggled t buy food, gas and new clothes. So when I was 18 I found this program that I could enroll in. Basically I was kind of leased out to a person for a year at a time to do whatever they wished (cooking, cleaning, and any other manner of activities). Of course my parents where pissed, I mean I don't blame them, I had barely graduated and I just up and left. The bright side is my family gets $30,000 a year each time I do this, money they nee, while it cost me nothing to live. The down side is you have no idea what kind of person is going to get you, the only contract requirements is that they keep you alive and mostly in one piece. (Very vague, I know)

I shudder thinking about the last two people, the first one didn't feed me nearly enough (I was rather chubby) and the second forced me to do things I'd rather not take about. Really messes with a persons mental health, mine wasn't the but to start with and lets just say its completely fucked up at this point. At least theres only one more year left in this stupid contract and my little sister, Megan, will be off to college soon. I'll be quoting for sure. Though I'm not sure what I'll do, I'm 20 and I'm broke, jobless, and homeless. I'm not sure how kindly my parents would welcome me after just leaving plus the little fact that there majorly homophobic, and guess what... I'm gay. Sometimes, like now, thinking about things too much gets stressed. I groan to myself as the little voice in my head starts to whisper about all my problems. I don't want to listen to them, and thankfully I don't have to long.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

The door to the room opens. "Stump, get your stuff. You're going off tomorrow." A guy says from the doorway.

"Great"I reply sarcastically as I glance at my unpacked suitcase. At least I'm ready to go for my third and final time. I sure do hope he's nice.