Abductors Say What?! (Short story.) [Boyxboy]

Abducters Say What?! (Short story.) [Boyxboy]

I just couldn't resist it! Sorry guys, but I had an idea for a short story. So here it is. 

I hope you'll like it, I know I loooooved the idea when I first thought of it. 

So, feedbacks!

~Jacob.

[WARNING: This story contains abusive content, such as child abuse, assault, bad language, self harm and rape. Kidnapping too, duh.That is what the whole plot is about. ] 

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"Just-- Just look at me!" I screamed , despair floods my body.

None of them did. They didn't even acknowledge my presence. 

"Fucking look at me! LOOK AT ME GODDAMNIT! I am right here!" I cried out, sadness and anger both clashing within me. I wanted to break down and cry. These two emotions fighting for dominance. 

My mother kept cooking the bacon on the frying pan and my father just sat with a newspaper and a coffee. 

"Honey, did you see my car keys? I have to go to work in a while. " My father asked my mother. I stood there, desperate for them to notice me. 

But none of them did. They just... Ignored me. Worse, it was like they didn't even know I was there. 

"No dear, did you check on the counter? " She asked with her usual, cheerful voice I loved so much when I was little. I enjoyed it so much when she read me stories, put me to bed, sang in my ear every morning or when I got older, she started teasing me about the growing stubble, or me being a bit shorter than most guys in the age of 15. 

But that was then.

Now, a year later, they didn't have a son. 

They were a happy couple without kids. 

And it was my fault.

I woke up with a gasp, my face was covered with sweat, and my whole body was shaking. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down  the hammering heartbeat in my chest.

A dream.

Not a dream. Not even a nightmare. 

It was a memory,from an year  ago.

No, Leo. Stop it.  Don't you dare crying now. Do not dare.

When I woke up the next time, my room was bathed with sunlight. It was Saturday  morning. I thought blissfully, slipping out of bed and changing from my pyjamas into short, knee length bright brown pants, and a light green v-shirt. I put on my flip-flops and just let my hair be. Not like I gave a shit anyway.

I looked in the mirror and disgust filled me. 

I hated how I looked. That was what brought all these trouble on me from the very start. 

I had pale skin, with a healthy flush on my cheeks, with big baby blue eyes and black ruffled hair that covered my forehead and half of my face.  I had a lean build,not buff at all. Not that it bothered me to kick someone's ass when I needed to. 

I applied some make up, eyeliner, put on my studded bracelets and belt,  and I was ready to go. (( Author note: Sorry girls, but I know nothing about makeup. ))

I slipped on a sleeveless white vest, took my phone out of my charger and slipped it in the back pocket of my pants.

I left my  bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen, to see it was empty.