Neglect... (BoyxBoy)

Intro

Today marks the start of my senior year of high school. The year I have been both dreading, and eager to come. I am an average 5ft 8in 17 year old boy. I have long brown hair that hangs over my right eye, those same boring brown eyes are shielded by thick glasses. My skin is also nothing to brag about, I mean I look like the typical teenage pizza. It doesn't help that I have like no muscle tone at all. I could be snapped in half like a popsicle stick easily!

I guess I'm dreading for my senior year to start because I have to go through another shitty year of verbal and physical bullying. Though I'm eager for it to come because as I get older the years seem to go by faster, and I want this year to go fast. Oh yeah, it also doesn't help that I'm the only openly gay kid in my school.
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I got in the car with my mom and she began to drive.
"Are you excited?" She asked as she backed out of our driveway.
"No." I answered back confused.
"Well why not?" She asked.
"Why would I be excited to go back to that place where I was traumatized?!"
I shot back a bit louder then I intended. There was a long silence, then my mom began to Speak again. I could tell she was trying to make it seem like she cared.
"You have been awfully quite lately, are you ok?" she asked.
"Mom, if your going to ask me questions, please don't ask stupid ones." I said getting irritated.
"honey, I was just trying to help..." she protested.
"You wanna help?! why don't you start by getting off you lazy ass and doing something about dad giving me a daily beating, rather then just sitting there watching it happen! then you can actually try to do something about me getting bullied at school instead of just saying you hope it gets better!" I yelled in response.
I could see the pain in her eyes as she began to slowly ease pressure on the gas.
"Matthew! I am trying the best I can. you can be angry with me all you want, but I deserve to be spoken to with respect!" She yelled as I could tell she was losing her cool.
"it's hard to speak to someone with respect who I don't respect!". I retaliated.
"I am your mother! You have to treat me with respect!"
"Yeah, a shitty mother at that." I looked at the road and realized we were going faster then everybody else. Then I looked at the dash board, and realized we were going 17 mph faster then the speed limit.
"Um, mom..." I began, though I was cut off.
"No! If you are going to disrespect me, you don't have to talk at all." she cried. just then a child walked out in front of the car and my mom slammed straight on her brakes causing the car to skid and flip. one minuet my mom and I were having an argument, the next, the car was on its back.

The car flipped about 4 times until it came to a stop. I was surprisingly still conscious, though I had a cutting pain in my ribs and right leg. My head was wet from blood and it was throbbing. I looked over at my mom, and her head was faced down on the steering wheel. Just then a soft fair skinned hand reached out and unbuckled my seat belt. I looked over, and I saw him. The angel that was sent down from heaven to save me. He looked at me with his big emerald green eyes, and his skin was flawless. he lifted me out of the seat and took me in his firm masculine arms. Just then I rested my heavy bleeding head on his chest, and everything went black.