possible triggering content.
Will's POV
i sat at the desk, staring at the computer screen. it was dark outside, so the dim computer light lit up half my room. i glanced at the bottom of the computer screen. 8:34 pm. i knew my mom was gonna call for dinner soon, so i shut off the computer and walked out of my room, in my plain white shirt and plaid blue pants. the floor was cold. not colder than it was right now, December 12th, but it was cold. i shuffled to the kitchen, where i saw my mom, and jonathan, discussing something.
"mom?" i asked quietly.
"he's gay and we can all t-" jonathan mumbled before he heard me.
"heyyyy will." he said awkwardly.
"i'm- i'm not gay!" i choked, lying.
"i was just guessing buddy, i now know you aren't." he assured.
i decided to head back to my room, but i heard them start talking about me again. it was annoying, but i managed. i grabbed the wall phone i had in my room and twirled the phone string, i called my best friend, michael wheeler. the phone rung for a good 2 minutes before he picked up.
"helllloo?" he sung.
"hi! it's will-" i grinned.
i heard him smile on the other line.
"hey bud! how are you?" mike cheered.
"good, you?" i mumbled, noticing i was being quite loud.
"great. want to- hang out at my house tonight?" mike asked.
i thought for a minute.
"sure, i gotta sneak out, be right there." i laughed, hanging up.
i quickly changed into my classic plaid shirt and jeans. i threw on my sneakers and opened my window. the cold breeze of a winter night blew into my face. it, felt nice. i shut my window and ran out, sprinting to mike's house. 5 minutes later, i arrived, panting. i knocked at the door.
"he- will!" mike lit up. he was adorable when he smiled.
"hey!" i smiled, slowly starting to walk in.
as i walked in, i heard glass crack, and i knew what was happening. mike quickly grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house, down into the basement.
"THEY'RE ALL FAILURES, TED!" i heard mike's mom scream.
i flinched, but mike just sighed. we sat down, more yelling. we talked, more yelling. mike finally got up.
"one sec." he mumbled, walking up.
"mom, please. will is here! quiet." i heard mike shout.
it went silent.
"get the hell back down there with your- g-GAY FRIEND!" i heard karen yell, slapping mike.
i heard a table fall over, and mike yelping, so i knew he was hurt. i sat, and waited. i honestly felt really bad for mike. he always came to school with a scratch on his face. just like now, he had a cut under eye. i sat there, and just thought about his chocolate brown eyes, and his curly black hair, how it waved in the wind. suddenly, he ran downstairs, shutting the door behind him. i jumped.
"what's wrong? what happened?" i quickly asked.
i knew what happened up there.
"nothing, she just said f-fine." he smiled.
i shifted in my seat.
"she hurt you." i said, sternly.
he froze.
"n-no she didn't." mike stuttered.
i sat there, glaring him into the eyes. i took off his jacket, so i could get a better look at his back, and saw he was wearing a long sleeve.
"you're wearing a long sleeve under a jacket, what's the point?" i asked.
i heard the heater go on, so i rolled up my sleeves. i lifted up the back of his shirt and saw a huge scratch.
"that's not okay, mike." i mumbled.
i threw his shirt back down and started sweating.
"it's hot in here." i panted.
i started to roll up his sleeves, but he swatted at me.
"OW! what was that for?" i bit my lip.
i tried it again. he did the same thing. i frowned.
"aren't you hot?" i asked.
i knew what he was going to say.
"i mean- if that's what you think." he winked.
i looked away and distracted him. he laughed, and i rolled up his sleeves. what was he hiding?
-trigger warning-
he tried to swat at me again, but he missed and i rolled up his sleeve. there were cuts, all the way up to his elbow, on both sides of his arms. i glanced up into his eyes. the light in his eyes was gone. it was just, emptiness. i looked back down at his arm.
"i'm sorry-" he mumbled, so quietly i almost missed it.
"how many cuts a day?" i asked. that was probably rude.
"1 on each arm every time my mom hurt me." he whispered.
his mom must've hurt him a lot.
"you're gonna hurt yourself." i flinched.
he opened his mouth to start talking, but he didn't. he slowly rolled down his sleeves.
"i need to go to the bathroom." he choked out, running upstairs.
i sat, and waited. i heard him grunt, i knew he was still doing it, but i didn't bother him. he came back, his sleeves down, but i saw some blood that was left over from him wiping it off. he grinned.
"hi." he ran over to me.
he acted like nothing was wrong. and that hurt me. i glanced down at the blood and he noticed.
"i gotta get home." i bit my lip.
-Trigger warning over-
i hugged him, he hugged back. i waved and walked out. as i walked out, his mother smiled and waved. i waved back. when i left i heard his mom.
"MICHAEL, WHY DID YOU LET A GAY BOY IN THE HOUSE?" i heard karen scream, slamming open the basement door.
i sat outside for 5 minutes, listening.
"MOM! HE'S MY BEST FRIEND!" mike screamed back.
my cheek was pressed against the door, so i could hear better. i heard glass break again, and mike cry. i knew he was hurt again. i couldn't do anything about it, so i rushed home. i felt like a terrible friend. when i got home, my mom and jonathan were asleep. i rushed into the kitchen and poured some cereal. once i finished, i slid over to the dining table and ate the cereal quick. it was 10:03 PM. the cereal tasted like expired milk. ew. I gagged at the taste, and tossed it into my sink, disgusted. maybe soon, one day, i can tell mike that i like him. a lot. but then the more i think about it, i bet he is straight, so that wouldn't work out. would it?
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