BMC & DEH One-shots

Someday Never

A/N: if any of you can guess who this is about before you get the end, I give you a tip of the hat sir, ma'am, Zee, Zer, whatever identify as, or perhaps its none at all.

The smell.
That's all he could remember since he was five.
Since his mom got the job in another state.
Since his dad refused to leave, or his sons, leave the house they were born in.
The smell that clogged his lungs and made him feel loopy.
He wanted to end it all, to run away.
But he could never...

He knew there was no way out of it.
No way out of the constant longing and pain in his chest.
Or the way he coughed up blood every now and then.
He thought about staying at a friends house...
Just for a bit...
But that could never work.

All he owned was a single outfit complete with a letterman jacket, he could never bring himself to sell it like his father said.

His father was in debt.
His mother hadn't called in months.
He himself was desperately selling drugs to put food on the table for his younger brother, whom he loved with all his heart.
But it was never enough for his father, who always snapped at him.
Whenever the hardest days came along, he just stayed in his room.
Cranked his speakers up to full vol.
Sometimes he cried, him and his brother both, and sometimes they didn't have the tears.

His brother deserved so much better than this.
Than a life full of drugs and abusive fathers.
His brother needed a mom.
And he promised to give him that.
Soon as he earned enough money.
Someday.

He had good days, where he'd get home and the house stunk less... and others where he'd be too scared to let his brother inside the house and opted to stay in the garage.

His father never accepted him.
Never even glanced his way after catching him sell his body to another man for one night...
He just needed the money.

He liked school, he supposed.
He had... friends, if that's what you'd call them.
One girl in particular asked him for gossip on which he picked up everyday.
Like who ate what, or who came to him for drugs...
Sometimes he was asked about whether someone did the do or not.
Soon he was popular.
He built a name for himself.
He even had a girlfriend once, it didn't last long.
Some days though, he skipped for reasons unknown to the teachers.
Money was more important.

There were some people there.
Ones that made him feel safe and loved.
Even if they didn't know how a single word could change his day, give him hope.
But it could never be, for more than one person found their way into his heart.
One was just as popular as he was, everyone knew him, everyone loved him.
Another was the total opposite, he opted to stayed in the crowd and was his best customer, white headphones never left his ears.
The last was the best friend of the last, a self proclaimed loser with beauty he couldn't see.
Sometimes those people were the only reason he went on sometimes.
But they'd never end up together.
He was in too much pain for them to notice.
He caused too much pain for them to notice.
And that hurt more than anything.

So everyday he kept hiding his feelings for the three males, at each touch and glance. No one needed an excuse to call him a freak. No one needed to know his feelings.

Which was why he faded away.
Each day he focused on keeping his brother alive and not himself.
No one noticed the bruises that kept forming.
No one noticed how he didn't eat- had nothing to eat.
No one noticed how much thinner he looked, how his loose clothes covered the ribs that stuck out.
No one noticed how he never took his shirt off or wore only his letterman jacket, even in the hot months.

He'd never be loved...
He never be cared for...
He'd never be... okay.

He knew this now...
And it didn't hurt him much...
As much as it had...

He couldn't see what was coming in future.
And it killed him.
Everyday he didn't know what was going to happen, what he should do.

And every move haunted Dustin.