Unclaimed Hearts BoyxBoy

Chapter 2, the painful parents of doom

Chapter 2: The Painful Parents of Doom

     It turns out Adene and I became great friends. We sat together at lunch, talked, and made plans to get Lucas as my... you know. I decided to bring Adene to my house so we could so our homework together, and have some fun. Usually I would never bring a girl over to my house, my parents being who they are but I wanted to learn more about the girl with the fire name and hair. And I couldn’t do that in a school setting. Not with Lucas distracting me 24/7 with that smile. Which I was fine with, most of the time.  As I walked home with her, I learned many things. Adene had lived in Paris, London, New York, Hawaii, California, all over the world. I asked her why she and her family had decided to move here.

“I needed a change. A quiet place. New Hampshire seemed like a good place.”

When we reached my house I warned her about how my parents were a bit, odd.

She laughed. “Don’t worry, I know odd.”

As we walked in, my mother walked into the room, smiling a smile as fake as her feelings for me. “Ah, who do we have here? Your girlfriend?”

I sighed. “Grace, I’m gay, remember?” I had stopped calling my parents mom and dad when they stopped accepting me.

Grace frowned, and sighed.

“Lets go upstairs...” I started to say, but suddenly, John, my so called father, walked in. This is going to be a full on battle, I thought. Good versus Gay, round 5.

“Brought your girlfriend James? Remember to use a condom.” He gave me a fake smile, his voice slurred as he walked to me, his breath reeking of alcohol. Just great, he was drunk again. This was never good.

“John, I’m gay. I don’t like girls, I like guys, remember?”

My dad glared at me. “You should call me father, because thats what I am, even though you don’t deserve to be called my son. Yeah, you don’t deserve having such great and respectful parents.” I rolled my eyes. “Being gay is wrong. Sooner or later you will get over this little phase of yours...”

“It’s NOT a phase! Please John, why can’t you accept me? Why am I so wrong?”

“Being gay is against the Bible! Why can’t you see that? You are doing the devil’s work! That makes you a Satan follower! Children like you don’t deserve a life! I am ashamed to call you my son!” I then felt his hand slam across my face, the blood trickling from my nose. I turned to Adene, and told her to leave. She shook her head in response, rage in her eyes.

“No! I am not...”

“GO!” I yelled, pushing her out the door. I knew what would happen next, and I didn’t want her to see.

My horrible dad grabbed the poker from the fireplace, and hit my hands, hard. I felt a stinging, burning sensation, the smell of my own flesh tickling my nose. My hands stung and showed a got fire red, as he beat my arms and hands consistently. I hoped Grace would tell him to stop, but I knew she wouldn’t. She doesn’t give a shit about me anymore. I bet she didn’t even think of me as her son anymore.I would show no mercy, as he did not. I would stand tall, even if the pain was enough to kill me. I could hear his curses, telling me to die and burn in hell, but I ignored him,  squeezing my eyes closed. When he was done with the fire poker, his fist hit me in the stomach at full force, causing me to double over in pain. He had gotten stronger. This would definitely leave a mark. He finally stopped, and I ran out the door, and slammed it as hard as I could pull off with my broken hands and heart, as I ran to the forest, the only place I could ever freely cry.

   I felt the tears start to slip from my eyes, as I ran through the forest, the pine needles scraping against my already stinging skin, sending shocks of pain throughout my body. But I kept pumping my legs faster and faster, until I reached the middle of the forest, and reached my destination; the biggest, widest, and most beautiful tree in the forest. It was a large Oak, covered in dark olive green leaves, and sometimes bright red, yellow, or orange leaves. It deserves the capital letter. It was the perfect place to nestle in with a book, or to just think. It gave great shade in the hot months, but I used it mostly for my writing and thinking. So there I went, to hide from the world as I shed the tears I had held for many years, and to just relax, maybe continue my story. I climbed up the tree, which took longer than usual. I lifted up my shirt to see the damage, and almost passed out. My stomach had huge blue and black bruises spread across my stomach, a bit of blood staining my blue shirt. I winced as I also saw my hands, the flesh bright red and peeling. Suddenly, I heard the sound of leaves rustling, and I saw Adene, her face almost as red as her hair, which was in a sort of tangled mess, and she leaned her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths between each world.

“You-ok-heard-screaming-chased-you-want to-kill that-wish-I-slap the-fuck.” She looked up at me, her breath still not caught.

“OK, I did not hear a word you just said.” I laughed. It was fake, but I had learned to make sure no one could tell it was fake. “What did you say?”

She looked at me, her breath finally caught, as she was not weezing. “Are you ok? I heard screaming so I chased you down. I swear I want to kill those fuckiong assholes you call parents. So I kinda...” She drifted off. “I just wanted to make sure you are ok.”

“Adene, what the hell did you do?” Her eyes were on her sneakers, as if they were made of gold.

“I slapped your dad.” I looked at her in shock. “But I mean he won’t remember it since he is drunk the little scum, so he shouldn’t punish you--”

“You  are amazing.” She was now the one looking at me in shock.

‘What?!”

“I said you are amazing! I mean, you would do that for me, who you have barely known!” She smiled at me.

“Still, they don’t deserve to treat you that way!” I sighed.

“I know, but my parents don’t care.” She looked down at the ground, her face full of sadness.

 “Hey, wanna hear what I listen to, at moments like this?” I pulled out my bright blue iPod, and she jumped up onto the seat next to mine on the branch, and I stuck one end in her ear, and she caught my hand, and slightly rubbed her hand over the red scar on my skin. I winced. “How could they do this to you?” She whispered, her eyes full of tears.

“They don’t care for me. Before I learned I was gay, they loved me, but I know now that they don’t care.” I was sad,  but smiled slightly, and pushed play. she listened for a moment before she spoke.

“Jessie J, Who You Are. Great song.” We looked at each other, and just sat there, balanced on the edge of the branch that reached into the sunset, as we felt the wind on our face and in our hair, and I held hands with one, (besides Luke) of my first real friends.

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A/N: Hi! I know I said I wouldn't post untill people told me their opinion, but I decided to post this chapter as well. Isn't Adene amazing! Her name is pronounced Ad-een. Aesome title right? It's so random haha. :) Tell me if you like the story and I'll keep posting!!

Love you all!! <3

-BittersweetNerdNamedCaitie