5 lovers (Boyxboy)

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Originally published: January 3, 2018
(this is another one of those chapters where I changed things up a bit. )
Hey guys! Guess who's back. Sorry for the long wait but I had some writers block and I was focused on my finals for some time (even though I failed one of them). But I'm back and I have a surprise in the next chapter! 😉I've been writing it for weeks and it's not good but we'll see how it goes🤷🏾‍♀️ anywho this chapter is not very well written but y'all just try to go with it cause I'll probably change some of this when I get finished with this and start to edit it. So here ya go! Enjoy the chapter!

trigger warning (?)*

Connor's POV

It's the day for me to leave the hospital. I should be happy but I know that I'm going to have to back with him. I've been trying to mentally prepare myself for the beating I was In for when I got home. The doctor told me the day before that he had some news for me. Hopefully the news was good since I could really use that because of all the bad things that have been happening.

The doctor entered the room and gave me a very serious look. "Okay Connor." The doctor starts. "So about that news I have to tell you. You might be pretty upset but-" they stopped for a moment. "You might have to use an oxygen tank to breathe if something like this happens again."

"If I do have to use one how long will I have to keep it?" I ask as I played with the hem of my gown. "That's the thing, Connor. You would have to use it for the rest of your life." I stopped playing with my gown and look up at the doctor. "What?"

"I'm sorry, Connor but the good news is your lungs seem strong enough to breathe on their own for now. You will only need to come back here quickly if it gets hard for you to breathe again." so many things were swirling around in my mind. I broke down in tears. I was already going through so much and the fact I might have to be attached to a machine for the rest of my life was making me feel 100x worse. "Connor, it's alright." The doctor came over and rubbed my back trying to calm me.

After some time I had calmed down. My throat and head hurt from the sobbing I had just done so I didn't feel like talking all too much. A nurse entered the room. "Connor's father is here to pick him up." The doctor looked from the nurse to me. "Are you ready to go home, Connor?" I just shrug, not feeling the energy to verbally respond. "Your dad brought some clothes for you." The nurse said as she entered the room and sat some neatly folded clothes on the bed. "We'll let you get dressed." The nurse said as she and the doctor turned and left the room.

I got dressed and the nurse came back to help me get my things. She tried many times to start a conversation with me but I would only nod and shake my head. Sometimes I wouldn't even do anything at all. When she saw she couldn't get anything out of me she sighed and finally escorted me to the waiting room. There, my worst nightmare was waiting for me.

My dad.

The doctor was standing with him explaining about some medicine I'll have to take regularly. My dad looked somewhat normal for once. He was dressed casually dressed in some jeans and T-shirt. It was different than the usual sweats with stains. They both turned to me when the nurse and I enter the room. "Connor." My dad says in fake happiness. He walks over to me and hugs me. The nurse and doctor stand to the side watching with a smile on their face. It felt weird for my dad to hug me since he's never done it before. But I knew this was just an act. An act to make no one suspicious. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "don't forget how much trouble you're in when we get home." I pushed him away. The nurse and doctor give me a weird look while my dad just smirks and me before giving a kind smile to them. "I forget that he can be pretty overprotective of his personal space." He dad chuckles. The nurse just nods.

"Well we don't want to hold you up here all day so here's Connor's medication," The nurse handed my dad a bag. "Make sure he takes it everyday. Also make sure you take him to the doctor for a check up at least once every week for a month after this." My father nods. "Alright then, you guys can go."

My dad smiles. "Thank you." He grabs my shoulder somewhat tightly and I flinch. "Tell them thanks, Connor." I clear my dry throat. "Thank you." I whispered. The nurse and doctor smile at me before my dad is leading me out of hospital. I feel everyone's stares on me. I felt super self conscious all of a sudden. I duck my head down to avoid eye contact.

My dad and I get to his car in the parking lot and he unlocks the doors and climbs in on his side. I open the car door and climb in and try to sit as far from my dad as possible. Once I shut the door and car is already moving and my dad pulls out of the hospital quickly.

We didn't say anything to each other. He kept his eyes on the road with a solid face. I just stared out of my window and tried to clear my mind of all the bad things that were probably going to happen to me later. After a few minutes I saw my dad slightly lean out of his seat to reach in the backseat. I was slightly confused as to what he was doing until I saw him pull a bottle of beer from a paper bag.

He opened the can and took a big swig from the drink. "D-dad, you shouldn't be drinking and-" he cut me off. "Shut the fuck up!" He screamed and put down the can of beer before he picked up some loose change that was in the second cup holder and threw it at me. I flinched as the nickels and dimes hit me in the face.

I shut up for the rest of the ride home. He quickly pulled into the driveway and parked the car. I watched as he grabbed his can of beer and stumbles out of the car and up to the house. I slowly follow after him. We enter the house and he slams the door.
"Go up stairs and don't come back down! I don't want to see your fucking face again today, understand?" I nod and quickly make my way upstairs.

I lock my door and go to my bed to lie down. I listen to the sounds of my dad in the living room drinking and the sound of beer bottles clinking together and falling while my dad shouts and throws things. I grab my pillow and place it over my head, attempting to block all the noise. I stayed that way for a while. It was quiet for a little bit until I heard my dad screaming. There was loud crashes and all I could do was flinch at the sounds. He must be really mad. Those screams were making my stomach clench.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone and dialed Devon's number quickly. I listened to it ring as the sounds downstairs continued. Just as the sounds stopped Devon answered and I sigh in relief since he wouldn't have to hear those things in the background.

"Hey Connor. What's up?"

"Hey, Devon. Can you come over? My dad seems like he's in a really bad mood. Worse than usual." I speak in a small voice. "Yeah of course. I'll be over soon, okay?"

"Okay." I say softly.

"Okay. Bye." He hangs up.

I lay my phone next to me as I close my eyes. My dad was silent so he might have finally passed out from all the alcohol. I sigh in relief once more before slowly drifting off to sleep.