Forget it. // jyatt

chapter 1

Chapter 1
—3rd of september, 4 years later.

Jaeden's POV
I woke up on the floor again as I watched a pair of fists running towards me. I really couldn't do anything other than watch everything move in slow-mo.

He pinned me into the wall and yelled, "Next time, if you fucking mess up my day again, boy, you're going to get worse than this because this is still the beginning of everything!"

I nodded and tried so hard not to let a tear drip out, but it was too hard. Once my tear streams began to flow, it wouldn't stop.

"Seriously? Only fags like YOU cry. What're you going to do? Run into the arms of your beloved mother?" He spoke as he placed the burnt cigar right on my arm.

"Ow! P-please!" I tried to stop him, but that was merely impossible. I felt a pair of hands grab my wrists and threw me across the room.

I saw him walk towards me and gripped my neck, tightly. "If you try to defend yourself or call the cops, you'll die, fag. Cops wouldn't do anything, and you know why." He let go of me and I quickly ran upstairs.

      I went into my dusty room, which was located in the attic and sat sullenly in the corner. I started to let my tears flow down.

        I feel like I'm in a dream, creating wildly unrealistic situations in which I'm the main character..

        Then, everything became a blur. I heard him. I heard my name in his voice. I heard Wyatt's voice in my head, repeatedly calling me. "Jaeden, Jaeden.." Wyatt's voice was so soothing, it was music to my ears.

     The moment was cut short I heard my uncle's footsteps climbing up the stairs. I tucked my knees close to my body and arms.

       I hugged my knees and tucked my head. The door began to open. The door creaking was as scary as my uncle.

      "Hey, Jaeden..." He approached me as I started to lose my breath at that moment.

       His palm cupped my face and his other arm gripped my waist, hard. He ran his fingers through my hair. "You useless, helpless, oblivious boy. If only there was someone that could help you." He scoffed.

       He walked away and went downstairs, and I just stayed in the same position. Frozen, I was shocked, scarred and afraid.

        What he said was true. I couldn't take a stand for myself. I wanted to help others, but that was impossible since I couldn't even help myself.

       I felt myself getting weaker and weaker as I reminisced about all of those things that had happened to me. All of those moments where I could stand up for myself, but I couldn't.

        I feel strong and powerful, but at the same time, I feel weak and empty. I know that I can't do anything. But, all I really want and need is someone like Wyatt to love me.

      He loves me. I know it. And I too, love him. I hummed the tune he would always sing for me when I was feeling down. It reminded me of the times where I would actually have a great time.

I despise Sevdai and everything it has done to me.

      I looked around, trying to find an escape. I immediately ran towards my window and climbed all the way down.