Brother or Boyfriend?

Chapter 1: Tommy's story

A/N- Hey guys! I hope you're all doing good! So as you all know, this is my first story since I deleted my last so it's probably not going to be the best 😕. But I will improve, I promise! And I'd love it if you all gave me feedback, tips, ideas, etc to help. It'd be even more amazing if you left some votes too! Also, as you probably know, I'm moving back to Scotland tomorrow so it may take me a while to upload chapters. Anyways imma shut up now and let you read the first chapter, enjoy! 😊

Tommy's POV

I ran into the bathroom and locked the door before anyone else could come in. I leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths before pulling out a small blade from my pocket. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I'm so fucking ugly, I deserve this. I pulled up one of my sleeves, only to reveal lots of other scars from where I had cut before. I managed to find a space to cut another gash and placed the blade on my arm. I loved watching the crimson blood pour out and splash into the sink. After a few minutes of satisfaction, I opened the first aid cupboard and wrapped my arm in bandages, then pulled my sleeve back down. No one knows that I'm cutting. I enjoy it though. It lets all of my pain disappear for a while. Then I sighed, knowing that I had to go back out and face Justin and his gang.

Just as I opened the door, I was soon knocked back onto the floor, banging my head on the toilet in the process. "Well well well, look what we have here boys!" I groaned and rubbed my head. I'm definitely gonna have a bruise there. "Just leave me alone for once you piece of shit!" I instantly regretted saying that. Justin glared at me icily, as did his mates. "What did you just say to me?" Without any warning, he punched me in the nose quite hard. I soon felt blood dripping down my face as him and his group continued to beat me up. Justin finished it by kicking me hard in the ribs and spitting on my face. "That's what you get for being a fucking useless fag!" And with that they walked off, leaving me crying on the bathroom floor. I was in so much pain. Every time I tried to move, a jolt of pain would shoot through my body.

A while later I finally managed to get up and clean most of the blood off of me, not that anyone cared anyways. I lifted up my shirt to reveal huge bruises all over me. I sighed and went back to my room. Being an orphan sucked. My parents never cared about me, always abusing and yelling at me. Eventually they got so fed up of me that they gave me up for adoption. I hate the orphanage. I get bullied for being gay and the workers don't give two shits about us. I've even tried to commit suicide once but it failed. I flopped on my bed and closed my eyes. Peace at last. My silence was soon disturbed by the secretary coming in. I rolled my eyes and sat up. I can't even get peace for a few minutes?! "Thomas, a family just called. They're somehow messed up enough to want to adopt you." I stared at her wide eyed. "M...me?" She rolled her eyes. "Yes you! Now get your stuff ready, they're coming in a few hours." She went back out and slammed the door behind her. I was so shocked. No one had ever wanted to adopt me before. I was just a depressed teen who had no hope in the future. I shook my head and got up to start packing. I wonder where this new life would take me...

A few hours later

The secretary took me outside where I was greeted by a family. "Thomas this is the Lambert family, they will be adopting you." I stared at them. The mom and dad seemed nice, they were standing there smiling at me. The younger boy was jumping up and down excitedly and grinning at me. I caught the older boy's eyes and we both stared at each other for what seemed like forever. He had gorgeous smokey blue eyes with hints of green in them. His hair was jet black and he had a small lock across his face. He was wearing eyeliner and black clothes like me. He was so handsome, just one look at him made my heart flutter...WAIT...IT CAN'T BE... AM I FALLING FOR MY NEW BROTHER?!