Loving the little one

Chapter 1

Samuel's POV

"SAMUEL!"

Oh lord.

"SAMUEL! COME DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

Why always in the morning?

"SAMUEL!!!"

Oh no. I better go before he explodes.

I hop out of heaven aka my bed - father would kill me if he heard me saying that - and rush to the bathroom. Doing my morning business I flinch slightly at the scars on my face but there's nothing I can do about them.

Throwing on some clothes that I hoped looked presentable and then dashing out of my room.

He was standing in the living room and glaring at me. It wasn't a surprise that he was, he always did.

"What took you so long you little fag?"

I gulped, not knowing if his question was rhetorical or not.

Deciding that maybe it was I didn't answer him, just waited for him to continue.

"Because of you, you little worthless piece of shit, we have to move again."

Oh no.

Not this.

Not again.

Please.

It's at least the fifth time this year and I should've known that it would someday end up like this.

You see, my father was a firm believer of god and in his eyes it was a shame that his own son would grow up to be like me.

A faggot.

And everywhere we went, somehow, someone from his group of people who were all from some church, found out about me.

And that meant that his reputation among them was ruined and we had to move.

He couldn't get rid of me either because I wasn't legal yet - I will be next year but it seemed so far away.

Mom's last wish was for him to take care of me and he loved her like he will never love me.

At this point I didn't even know if I wanted his love but I at least wanted for him to stop abusing me, to stop blaming me for everything that went wrong, to stop blaming me for mom's death.

I knew what was going to happen now.

He was going to hit and punish me for my mistakes before he told me to pack my things because we are leaving to who-knows-where.

The first punch came to my stomach, then my cheek, my ribs and the rest of my small bony body.

I just waited for him to stop.

I didn't try to defend myself or call for help, it would be useless.

After some time he stopped and told me to pack my stuff. See? I told you this would happen.

I dragged my battered body to my room and tried to clean the cuts that he had made.

I wasn't an expert but I didn't want them to get an infection so I did my best.

Going to a hospital or a doctor was a big no-no for me. I didn't want my father to lose his parental rights over me and then end up adopted by someone who would probably turn out to be worse than my father in the end.

Packing the little amount of stuff I had I went out to the car and sat in the backseat.

He came in too and started the car, driving away from the millionth home I've lived in.

I didn't want to anger him by asking him where we went and decided on waiting to see the next home.

A few hours into the drive I felt my stomach rumbling but didn't say anything.

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I sat up, rubbing my eyes. My whole body hurt and I couldn't even tell if it was from the beating or just falling asleep in a strange position. Could be both. Probably is too.

It was dark outside and I noticed that the car was parked in a driveway in front of a nice looking house. The street lamps along the street were shining brightly. I think the glow is what woke me up.

I stretched my arms a bit but stopped quickly as it caused me only more pain.

I took my backpack and shuffled out of the car, trying to close the door quietly so as not to disturb any of the neighbours.

Slowly limping to the porch I barely made it up the steps without tumbling down. My body hurt, I was tired and I had never been the most graceful creature out there.

I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge and I realized, that my father had locked me outside.

I must say that it wasn't very warm out here as I now noticed. Well what can I expect? It's nearly the end of October for heaven's sake!

And now I'm here, outside, with only a light jacket to cover me, shivering.

I decided that the best thing I can probably do is to get back in the car and wait for morning in there.

That's what I did - shivered in the car while trying to sleep and hoped that my fingers will still be attached to my hands in the morning.

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Starting rough! And did anyone notice what I did with the beginning? (Comment if you got it:)

So yeah, this is how the story starts.

Wait for the next chapter and

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