Jason Reyes P.O.V
It's ironic,that a place you're supposed to feel safe in...is one of the scariest places you've ever been in,that the people who are supposed to protect you,hurt you instead.
Family,I've never known that word,and I've never experienced the love of a mother,the only thing I've felt from my mother was her hand across my face,but she stopped doing that,saying that she didn't want to touch a disease such as me,now she only used a belt.
As a kid I was confused as to why I was treated this way?My brother and sisters didn't get treated this way,why was I a target?But then I realised that I was an outcast...I never looked like my father or other siblings,my mother had an affair with a man she met at some bar and for 7 years nobody knew,until my Dad realized I looked nothing like him.My eyes weren't hazel like my siblings,my hair wasn't black or dark brown.After he realised it,he left and my Mom started to abuse me and even got my siblings to do it,saying that I made daddy leave us.
But it's okay because I know it's true I made him leave us...it's always my fault,but I can't cry about it...
Because,boys don't cry.
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Boys Don't Cry
Teen FictionOkay before I get on with the description this story was originally on Eirxmani. That is my old account this is my new account for anyone who saw it on there. _________________________________________________ I've always been told by my father well...
