I Wish You Wanted Me (Boy x Boy)

Chapter Five: Do You Still Love Me?

That last chapter almost made me cry, but all is okay....for now. Here's another chapter, hope you like it.

Kitten Marie out.
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Chapter Five: Do You Still Love Me?

DAVID'S P.O.V

Tears streamed down my face as I remembered someone finding me, but doing nothing to help me.

You would think that any person, cruel or not, would have at least a little mercy at seeing me in such a state. The person would at least take pity on me, but they didn't.

Whoever found me just picked me up, walked into a hospital, set me down in a chair, stood and watched me dripping blood, and then just left.

"I sat there for twenty more minutes before someone noticed the blood dripping underneath my seat." I sobbed.

The pain I felt waking up alone came rushing back to me, and I just couldn't control the tremors passing through me.

I heard the nearby grass crunching, but I couldn't care less at the moment. There was so much pain left to feel from that day and all the following days after.

I felt someone approach me from behind and pulled me onto their lap. He put my head to his chest and just allowed me to cry, soaking his shirt with my sorrow.

I buried my face in his chest and desperately clung to his shirt, sobbing for all it was worth. All the tears I held in from that day on, poured down my face in rivulets, leaving not a single space dry. His shirt became damp with my tears, turning the material coarse and cold.

There are two types of people in this world, ihe first being the pretty criers. These are the people who look beautiful when they cry, not a hot mess. Their face doesn't contort, it actually stays pretty much the same, except for the reddening of the eyes of course.

I'm one of those people who happen to be ugly criers. My face contorts with pain, my cheeks turn red and blotchy with patches, which lasts for a good fifteen minutes. My breathing comes in fast and shallow gasps, making me sound as if I were a dying walrus.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the blubbering and the sputtering. It's pitiful really.

Let's just say it's not a pretty sight.

"I didn't know what to do with myself after I woke up alone. I decided to just check out and walk home. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and wanted to do nothing but go to sleep. That didn't happen, as soon as I stepped through the front door my father confronted me. He asked me where I had been and why the cops had come knocking on his door. I told him everything that happened to me, and who did it. He denied it, he didn't believe me at all. He told me that I just wanted attention, that I was a pitiful little boy. He even said that he was happy my mother wasn't around to see what a disgrace I had turned into."

I continued to cry for a while, settling down a bit when Donny placed a small kiss on my forehead.

"The next morning, he told me that Cedric, Brittany, and Ryan had called before I'd gotten home that night. He told me they said I was spreading nasty rumors about them because of jealousy. He believed them over me, he chose them. Even before I had gotten home he had already chosen to believe them."

I paused to take a deep breath, sniffling as I continued my story.

"That was the day when the abuse really started at home, when it became physical. Before that he'd just be verbally abusive, he would make little remarks about you and I. It didn't bug me as much when he just yelled at me, but then that day...."