Chapter One
Kellin
"You're worthless, you know that?" My father spat in my face. "Your mother didn't even want you so she left and didn't take you with her. That's how much she hates you; how much she never wanted you."
Tears pricked my eyes and I shook my head frantically. "S-She left me here so I could send you to jail! You're the one who's worthless!" And with that, I got back-handed. I whimpered but stood my ground. I knew he was abusive when he was drunk, he was also abusive when he wasn't; so who was I to take defense in a state where he would surely do it again?
Although, he wouldn't remember what I would do to him in the morning, so why not have some fun? I knew I was taking a huge step in this, and I didn't want to miss out on my opportunity when it came. It would never come back again. "You're a worthless, drunk, alchol and drug using piece of shit. No wonder why mom never wanted you! Only used you for something. Don't you understand? You were nothing to her. And now... Now she's gone. Because of your sorry ass."
He looked completely and utterly stunned at my words. But that didn't stop him from hitting me. No, he kicked, punched, slapped, choked; whatever you could do to a seventeen-year-old boy who was scared of his own shadow. Who didn't have the guts to say, "I hate you" to his father, or who was so weak he couldn't walk for more than thirty minutes. That was me.
After he had stopped, I looked up at him to see rage filled eyes. Fear washed over me and I found words just slipping from my mouth. "What are you going to do next? Kill me? Woopty-fucking-doo! Newsflash, father, I want to die!" Hurt lurked deep, so deep, inside his eyes and I found myself worrying what he was going to do.
"What? You hate it here so badly you want to die?" He asked softly, I nodded in agreement. His body was shaking as he pulled out his phone. I could hear a faint female voice on the other end, my dad looking at the wall. "Yes, Mrs. Fuentes?...Hi, it's Daniel, Kellin Quinn's father...Mhm, sure, yeah...Actually, I was wondeirng if you could sign the papers now...Of course...Yeah...Next airplane to San Diego?...Two days?...Uh huh...Okay...Alright, thanks, bye." And with that, he hung up.
"Where am I going?" I asked in a small voice. He sighed.
"To a foster family in San Diego. They have a boy your age, Mike, and an older one, Vic. Pack your things, you're leaving in two days."
Two Days Later--Plane Ride to San Diego--
I decided on the plane ride I could just write in my song book. I was bored and had nothing else to do since I have no friends besides Justin, Gabe, and Jesse, but we agreed that it would be better if we just Skyped on the computer because their parents took away their phones. It was April 17, almost my birthday and I was wondering if the new family knew that.
I began writing down weird and stupid lyrics that came to mind. I didn't put any emotion into it so it kind of turned out horrible.
Father, Father, tell me, where have you been? Its been Hell not having you here with me. I've been missing you so bad and you don't seem to care. When I go to sleep at night, you're not there. When I go to sleep at night, do you care? Do you even miss us? Your bottles and Mistress? Why are you walking away?
My phone buzzed beside me and I looked at it, wondering if it's important. The screen popped up, "New Family :'c" so I answered it, not caring if I sounded like a dick on the other end. They wouldn't want me...
"What?" I snapped.
"Meow!" A high pitched voice said. It was a he, for sure. "Someone's feisty. Not have enough sleep on the plane ride, new... brother?" He seethed. I cringed.
"Actually, brother," I mocked. "the plane ride was just fine and fucking dandy!"
"Sh!" Someone scolded beside me. I shot them a glare, not really caring. I'm not going to be seeing these people after this trip.
I sighed, feeling annoyed. "We're not brothers, alright? You're not being adopted... Just saying at the Fuentes' house until your dad gets contact with your mom." My heart stopped at his words and the plane administrator's voice boomed through the speakers above me.
"The flight to San Diego will be landing now. Have a safe trip home and we're glad to have you on board." I sighed, not really caring all too well. Honestly, the plane ride was either cut short or I'm just a time traveler.
I hung up the phone, not caring the least bit that he was still talking, and grabbed my bags as I headed off the plane. Everyone was hugging their parents, kissing them on the cheek and telling them they love each other as I got off. I was looking for a mexican family holding a sign that said, "Kellin Quinn" on it.
Looking around, I didn't see anyone. Although, I didn't get to see much because I was trampled to the ground, a short mexican lady on top of me, hugging and kissing my cheek while talking in some sort of alien language. I looked past her and at the rest of my so-called-family. They looked normal at the least.
One was tall, long hair, tattoos... looked tough. The other one was shorter than the first and had long brown hair, and looked cute as fuck. His eyes were to die for even though the whole family had the same eyes; his just had a sparkle to them. I didn't know I was dreaming over him until someone cleared their throat and smiled.
"Hi, I'm the father of this all." He said, helping his wife, I'm guessing, get up as she helped me. "You will be staying with us meaning no drinking at the house," Don't drink. "no sex with girls at the house," I'm gay. "don't stay out too late," I stay up all night and never leave the house. "and last one is, if you fall for one of my boys, don't be too loud in bed." Okay, what?!
Sorry, not so great but the next chapter will be. c:
