The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9

"It is what it is."
~Louis Tomlinson's chest
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"My life has been full of ups and downs. Starting from the day I was born. I had a twin.

To say the least. The twin didn't make it, I did.

And since then, it's always been like I'm missing half of myself and my parents never understood why I acted out.

I had an older brother, he always use to be so nice to me. He got me. I loved him so much, I was fond of him.

So my childhood was normal, I watched Up but not any princess movies, my brother took me places. I loved being with him.

I never understood he took me out because my parents were actually at home, arguing and hiring each other. He was super protective of me. But I was fine with that. I always figured, if I had him, I didn't need them.

I just needed Clyde. My older brother.

He looked like me, as everyone use to tell us. They use to think I was his son which always made me laugh. But after a fun day out, we'd be forced to come home. My brother always promised he'd move out and bring me with him. 

I waited for that day, taking in each blow I got for no reason. I started to act out in the 5th grade.

When my brother died.

It was an accident. He was coming home to get me and I guess the person coming down the street didn't look at the stop sign because the next thing you know, they crashed.

They hit my brother's side of the car and he died instantly.

God I miss him so much. But I was only 9 years old. I didn't know what to do or where to go, my parents were grieving. I was mad.

Mad that he left.

Mad that he didn't take me with him.

Mad that he left me with them.

Mad about everything.

From the time I was nice to about the time I was 13, I was angry. I didn't care about anything.

Then my parents died and I got even more mad.

Mad that they left.

Mad that they got to see Clyde before me.

Mad that they didn't think of me.

Mad that I, after all they did to me, missed them.

Mad that I wanted them with me.

I got so mad, I went to that stupid bridge and sold myself. 

The guy I got was handsome, I thought that maybe God or somebody sent him my way so that he can take me home and support me.

I was wrong.

The man just cried, saying how angry he was for his wife cheating on him. How he wanted to get back at him.

I was angry that his problems were that simple.

To say the least, that was the first night I figured out how powerful my fist were. I started to beat him. Screaming and crying, how he's the lucky one. How I was a homeless orphan.

It was fair! It just wasn't! I didn't even do anything and they just decided to die! Clyde did nothing bad, he was just looking out for me! He took care of me and he was only 9 years old. He raised me.

He raised me.

He raised me.

So after that night, ironically my birthday, so I turned 14 and found a place to stay. The shelters.

A lot of stuff happened there that I'm not proud of. Ashamed of.

But finally, it was about long 5 months later, I left and found myself a place to stay under the bridge I was until you found me. I started high school and just tried to remember all the things my brother taught me.

I had to make my brother proud. I couldn't let him down. So I got straightened out, good grades, got accepted to the high school he went to and didn't get to finish and I became determined to finish it.

For him.

For Clyde."

Cecilia and Roger looked at me with tears in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked confused. They filled me with their warmth and I couldn't help but love it, ravish it in.

"We Love you." Roger said brushing his hand through my hair. Tears started to drip down my face as. I thought about my place in the world.

"Thank you."

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I'm going to be honest, I don't know what's with this chapter that gets me so annoyed, so yeah! So yeah. Vote and comment or whatever.

That happened. So yeah. Thanks.