The Gay Abused Boy

First day at school

Angel:pov

I was already up fixing breakfast for my dad. It was five o'clock AM and I had to head to school soon.  I heard someone walking down stares, and I trembled as I quickly rushed to put his food on a plate.

"What are you doing faget?!"  I whimpered slightly at the town that he was using. Deep, mean, and gruffy. I bit on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making any more noises.

"I-i was making b-breakfast for you." I yelled at myself for stuttering. But thank the gods because my dad seemed to be hungover. He seemed to have to drag himself to the chair were I placed his food on the table. He mumbled something to himself before seating down to eat. I simply stood there until he was done eating.

When he seemed like he was done he walked away from his chair and headed out of the kitchen. I didn't say anything as I grabbed his now empty plate, making shore to keep my head down as I did so. If a did look then I would definitely be punished. I have multiple marks painting my body from all the wounds that he's given me. I onisly don't think much of it know.

I know that this is bad and that I should probably tell the school counselor or maybe the police. But I don't see what's so wrong. My dad only hits me when I do something wrong, that's how I've lived my whole life. I know that he actually loves me. He always says sorry when he's done always asking if he was, "to rough" and he's really sweet when he has a day off.

We'll go to shopping and just have family time together. He'll ask me about boys that I may like even if it makes him uncomfortable. I really love my dad and I know that he's just unstable. He needs help, but after the death of my mother he just doesn't have the will power to try anymore. I'm the only thing in his life that he has left. So I'm going to stay even if it hurts me.

When I was done washing the dishes I headed up stairs and got dressed in blue skinny jeans, a gray sweatshirt, and Nike men's court lite tennis shoes. I grabbed my book bag and headed out the front door, going to the school wich was going to take me a while because it's four miles away.

My short brown hair blowed in the wind, bright but dull blue eyes looking in front of me while I slowly walked. Forty minutes later I got to my school, I walked in the front doors and went straight to my locker. There was a pack of boys and girls standing up against the lockers they were talking and laughing which made me a bit jealous that I never really had friends like that. Anyway I grabbed my books and walked to where I think my first classroom is.

All of a sudden a bunch of kids filled the halls. I was trying to push myself free, but it started becoming difficult. All of a sudden I was pushed out of the crowd and in to another group of kids. I fell in to a boy chest. I looked up at him since he was probably 6 something and I was only 5'5.

He had soft looking black hair witch 2as shorter on the side. Beautiful green diamond eyes and pale skin. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with loose black sweat pants and expensive looking shoes. I quickly backed away from him trying to get the blush on my face to go away. Why is this man soooooo sexy?

"I-i'm so s-sorry I got pushed I-in to you." I told him avoiding eye contact he didn't speak up so I just turned around to walk away but two strong arms wrapped around me pulling me back. I looked up at the mystery man wondering what he wanted.

"It's ok love, but I was wondering if you needed help with anything? You look a little lost." He asked with a deep voice making me shutter. I nodded my head and went in to my bag to find my schedule for my classes I handed it to him backing up a little bit in the process.