Boyf riends: A New Chapter

Chapter Eight

T/W: There is abuse in this one, I'll put *** when it starts and ends

~Michael's POV~

I turned towards Jeremy who had a concerned look on his face and I was extremely confused since there were two Jeremys now. Then I remembered that one of them was a super computer in my brain and one was real. I opened my mouth to speak but as soon as I did, he shoved a bottle of Mountain Dew Red as my Squip screamed in the background, jumping up and down and pointing at the bottle.

Don't drink it! Just pretend to so that he thinks I'm gone! You need me! My Squip screamed at me and I could feel him glaring at me beside Jeremy. I pretended to drink it and Jeremy put the drink down. Now, scream like crazy! I stared to scream and felt like I was going insane, acting just like how Jeremy acted when he drank the Mountain Dew Red. After a couple minutes of screaming, I dropped to the floor. Jeremy picked me up and hugged me and I reluctantly hugged back.

"Oh my gosh Michael! Why in the world would you want a Squip?" He pulled away from the hug but kept his hands on my shoulders.

What should I do? I thought

Well, you should pretend that I'm gone

Obviously but how do I answer to Jeremy's question?!

With another question, duh The Squip scoffed as if I should have already known that.

"How did you know where I was?" I stared into his eyes while I saw the Squip face palm in the background.

"I heard your loud screaming from outside and Rich and Jake told me about you randomly running off. Now, answer my question. Why did you buy a Squip?"

Now what do I say?

For popularity!

"For popularity!" I repeated after him. Jeremy went back and hugged me, lightly sobbing this time.

Tear ducts, activate I heard the Squip say from behind Jeremy. All of a sudden, I felt uncontrollable currents of tears flowing down my face and I gripped Jeremy harder.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't m-m-mean to worry y-you!" He started to sob harder as well and buried his head on my shoulder.

"Don't be sorry! J-just don't ever scare me like that again!" We stayed like this for a while until we both stared to calm down. He pulled away from our hug and smiled. I smiled back and he moved to sit across from me, his face getting serious again.

"We need to talk about your dad" He said in a serious voice, staring right at me.

What now?!

You need to tell the truth! If you want to be with him, you need to share more of your secrets with him, make sure he knows you trust him with all your life. Wait, does he know your gay?

No...

Okay, Tell him how long your dad had been hurting you emotionally.

"My dad has been hurting me emotionally ever since seventh grade..." I fiddled with my thumbs and looked down at the ground, not wanting to look at Jeremy.

"What... what does he say to you?" Jeremy grabbed both my hands and cupped them around his hands, making me blush furiously and look up at Jeremy who had a concerned look on his face.

Come out subtly, tell him exactly what he does and says, tell him everything expect for the fact that you like him

"He tells me that I'm useless a-and I shouldn't have e-ever been born, I was j-just an accident. He tells me that I should b-be normal, that I should l-like girls..." I felt tears falling down my face as I spoke and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt Jeremy's grip loosen around my hands.

"You're... you're gay?" I nodded slowly and prepared for the worst, for him to scream at me, for him to slap me but instead, I felt him comforting me in a hug.

"Michael, don't believe a work he says, you are not useless, you are amazing. You are not an accident, you made my life so much better. It's not wrong to be gay, to like boys." I gripped him tightly and we both sobbed again until Jeremy spoke up again.

"I'm bisexual myself, I don't think it's wrong to like boys" He whispered to me and I didn't know what I felt, I was still crying, but there might be a tiny chance that he might like me, so I guess I felt happy.

We sat there for a while, hugging each other until I heard the door open. I jolted up and I put my hand over Jeremy's mouth.

My dad's home. What do I do?

Go through the back door, make sure Jeremy gets out first so he doesn't get hurt

I grabbed his hand and dragged him up, shushing him before quietly creeping up the stairs. "Michael? Michael, I know you're home, the door was left unlocked. Don't try to avoid me" I heard him scream from upstairs and I shuddered I bit. I slowly crept towards the back door and opened it, my hands trembling with fear. I managed to get it open and we both ran outside until I felt someone grab my arm.

"Don't think you can escape me, young man" He whispered into my ear as Jeremy kept running, not noticing I was being dragged back in by my dad. He slammed the door shut after us and locked it, making Jeremy look back at us just as the door shut.

***He dragged me all the way to my bedroom and threw me back on the bed. "What did I say about hanging out with that kid?" He screamed in my face and I crawled back in fear. I looked over at my Squip and saw him disappear, just what I needed right now. "Answer me!" I drew my attention back to my dad, getting closer to me

"Get away from me" I growled softly, barely audible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said." I felt anger course through my veins as he stared down at me.

"I said GET AWAY FROM ME!" I kicked him in the stomach and tried to run away, but he grabbed my arm again.

"With an attitude like that? No way" He kept his tight grip on my arm and reached to grab a roped with his other hand. He tied my hands to the bed post and went to grab something in my drawers. He took out my razor with blood stains on it, looked at me then put it back. He marched downstairs and left me there alone, tied to the post. I didn't bother screaming, nobody ever came to help.

About a minute later, he came back with a sharp knife and some duct tape. I squeezed my eyes shut as he put duct tape over my mouth and raised my sweater up. He held the knife at my chest and waited for a while. I finally opened my eyes to see if he was going to do anything and as soon as I did, he pressed the knife deeply into my chest, making me scream in pain. He kept on doing this, occasionally throwing in some punches and kicks. He moved the knife away from my chest and put it up to my throat.

"I want you to be out of my house by tomorrow or else you're dead" He growled and make a cut near my throat before throwing the knife aside and walking away, leaving me there, unable to move.***

I looked out my window to see his car leave and heard my ringtone. My whole body was in pain, I could even move if I tried. I started to pass out just as I saw Jeremy burst through the door...

A/N: IT'LL GET BETTER I PROMISE