Tommy Joe Ratliff, a sixteen year old, lived a hard life when he was kidnapped at age fourteen for prostitution in a gay bar. Two years later he was rescued by police along with other people. Now he goes back to school, but people bully him for the...
I woke up next morning with a headache. I found myself in the couch with my shirt off along with my blazer. There were four tequila bottles on the floor and two small glasses. What happened?
"Adam?" Asked a voice. I saw Mom looking at me.
"Hey Mom." I said as I touched my forehead. "What happened?"
"What happened is that you cheated on Tommy." Said Neil.
"What do you mean?" I asked. My head ached a lot. Mom gave me a cup of what seemed to be chamomile tea. "Thanks."
"Welcome." She said. "We found you knocked out on the couch. Drake had left and you seemed....tense."
"God, so I made sex with....Drake?" I asked as I took a sip of the tea. Mom sighed and nodded. I groaned. Tommy was going to be so fucking mad. If he wants to leave me, I don't blame him. I mean, I am a damn fuck up.
"Well, get dress and go to school." Said Mom. I nodded as I finished the tea. Mom took the empty cup of tea and I went to the bathroom to take a shower. After my shower, I went to my drawers and pulled out some clothes. I also did my hair, nails and makeup.
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(A/N: Adam's style)
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School. . .
Tommy's POV:
It was weird that Drake and Adam were not in the classroom. I had a feeling of uneasiness....as if Adam would be cheating on me in this very moment. The classroom door opened and Adam entered. He seemed cool, but not very active like always. He sat down and rested his head on his arms. "Babyboy?" He looked up at me. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah." He said.
"You stuttered." I said. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." He said and I faced the front.
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We were in math class. We had to do a worksheet of algebra by ourselves. Adam coughed. I tapped his shoulder and he looked at me. "Are you sure you're okay?" He nodded, but coughed again. That's when he stood up.
"What is it, Lambert?" Asked the teacher.
"C-Can I go to the bathroom?" He stuttered and the teacher nodded. Adam was about to walk when he coughed, fell to his knees and started throwing up. I stood up and went to him. The class groaned in disgust and I saw the bullies laughing.
"Fag!" Yelled Tristan. My Babyboy was breathing heavily. Tears had sprang to his eyes. I rubbed his cheek and kissed his forehead.
"Eww, so gross!" Yelled a girl. I helped Adam stand up and the teacher gave Adam a disgusted look.
"Take him out of here." He said and that's what I did. I helped Adam get out of the classroom, but that's when he let go of me and ran off.
"Adam!" I yelled and ran after him. He entered the bathroom and closed the door. I opened the door, but heard someone throwing up. I reached the bathroom's last stall and Adam was kneeling in front of the toilet. I knelt next to him. He seemed to be throwing up what seemed to be alcohol. He stopped throwing up and I rubbed his back. "What happened?" He faced me. He was crying. "Adam?"
"I-If I t-tell you, y-you'll be very mad a-and you'll break up with me." He stuttered as he cried and his body shook. What could he have done?
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Why would I break up with you?"
"I-I'm so sorry!" He yelped.
"Babyboy look at me." I said and he looked up at me. "What happened?" He took a shaky breath.
"I...I...Drake and I..." he stuttered. "Dr-Drake and I....made out."
