Two broken boys, entirely different personalities and lifestyles, yet their suffering is undeniable. ♡
When Dalton and Jack's lives come colliding together, intertwining in its own unique way, what will happen? ♡
Follow the boy's journeys of heated...
A/N- I have written a few books with around 20/30 chapters but I've always been too scared but I decided to post this story. It doesn't exceed any of my other books with its quality but I just like it. I really hope the few people that read this like it too.
Also, if there are any spelling mistakes, point them out. I don't mind, I'd rather have a grammatically correct book because I know from my experience, if a book has lots of errors, it gets frustrating, for me, at least.
Warning- It is a boyxboy book. If you have a problem with that, number 1, wtf is wrong with you, number 2, please leave, there is not one person that wants to hear your negative opinions about something so incredibly beautiful and natural.
The photos at the beginning will be Dalton, who you will meet in the next chapter, unless stated otherwise.
Enjoy!
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"Please, Dad, please, I'm begging you!" I cried.
"Get out, you faggot! You are no son of mine." The heart shattering words cut into my skin, burning.
"Please don't do this." I begged, in a mumbled tone, too afraid to increase my volume.
"You heard what your father said, get out! We did not put sweat, blood, and tears into raising an abomination." My mother yelled with a clenched jaw.
When I froze, my body refusing to move at the door step, I felt a harsh push that violently shoved me out of the door. Before I could even comprehend what happened, an ear screeching slam echoed through the neighbourhood as my parents erased me from their lives.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I was only 16 and now homeless.
I was always petrified to come out to my parents and tell them I liked boys; they made it so disgustingly clear that I was to be straight and nothing else, and they would constantly nag in my ear about how they wanted me to grow up with the perfect wife and children.
But that's not what I wanted.
They had suspicions about me being gay, so this morning whilst I was in the shower, they went through my phone. I do have a password but it's my birthday so I'm guessing they got it pretty quickly. They read through my text messages and saw my messages with my ex-boyfriend, Cole, and I.
They packed me a small bag with a few clothes and put £50 in there too and then when I got out of the shower, they kicked me out. They made sure to emphasise the fact that I was never invited back in to the house or to ever speak to them again, under any circumstances.
Not before my father repeatedly punched me and screamed at me, saying the most hurtful things I've heard before.
That's been my morning.
I'm currently in a supermarket, near my home, or the home I used to live in. I took a £10 note out of my beaten bag and scanned the isles.
I could feel the blood dried under my nose, there wasn't much but it was still pretty noticeable, no matter how many times I rubbed at it with my jumper sleeve.
I could feel my eye swelling up too, making it more difficult to open as time went by.
I grabbed a water bottle and made my way over to the meal deal section. I hadn't had any food today and it was nearly 4pm.
Once I found my way there, I lazily observed the different selection of sandwiches presented in front of me. That's when I was interrupted by a gentle tap to my shoulder.
"Dear, are you okay?" A woman approached me, worry clearly evident on her face. "Hear, use this." She dug through her small hand bag and pulled out some facial wipes.
I took it and wiped the dried blood from under my nose.
"Thank you." I smiled at her.
She must have been about 50 with shoulder length dark brown hair and a comforting smile.
"It's okay honey, do you want to talk about what happened?" She looked at me, sympathetically.
"Oh, no. Don't worry about it, you have a good day though." I sighed, looking down at my feet.
I didn't want to bring anyone else into my problems.
"Okay, sweetie, well have a good day too." She replied, I could tell she wanted to help, but I was making it clear that I didn't want any help, and she picked up on that which I am thankful for.
She walked off, glancing back on me once more as she did. She was so sweet, unlike my cold parents.
I brought a plain ham sandwich and a cold bottle of water and wandered outside.
Soon enough, my legs were aching and I needed to sit down. I ventured my way behind the supermarket where no one really goes, and leaned against the wall, sliding my way down until I hit the ground.
I held up the icy water to my head in hopes that it would ease my headache and the swelling. The sandwich was eaten in minutes and thrown into the bin next to me.
How had my life gotten so bad so soon? I'm sitting behind a supermarket, little to no money, no home, no parents, no phone.
I brought my knees to my chest and sighed.
Suddenly, a noise took me out of my self-pity. It was a groan from the woman I'd met earlier. She had at least five full shopping bags in her weak arms, and it looked like she was walking home.
On instinct, I immediately jumped up and ran to her aid, offering to take the bags from her. She denied at first, but soon gave in when the weight was too much for her.
"Thank you, you are too kind young man." She hummed.
"Don't worry about it, think of it as a thank you for helping me clean my face." I smiled.
"Do you have a name?" She asked.
"Yes, I do, it's Jack." I laughed.
"Oh, how delightful, I have a son too. You should meet him, I think he'd like you."
"I could be a murderer, you know?" I instantly internally face palmed myself for acting so weird.
"I'm sure you could be dear, but I can tell you're not. Your parents have raised a lovely young lad."
My head fell at those words, I'd practically raised myself for the majority of my life.
"Oh, um yeah." I muttered, holding back the tears that were aching to be released.
"Where do you live, sweetie, I could get my husband to drop you off at home once he gets back, which should be any second now, she focused her attention onto the watch fastened onto her wrist.
"Oh, no. Don't worry about it, I'll find my own way." I tried to assure her.
"Nonsense! Let me do something kind for you." She argued.
I wanted to give in, I wanted to give in so bad. But I couldn't. I didn't have a place to live in.
"It's fine, honestly. I don't want to go home right now anyways." I mumbled.
"Okay, I understand. How about you come to my house and I can cook you some dinner, you could meet my son and I can pay you back for your kindness."
Everything was telling me to say no, but I knew I wasn't going to be getting a full meal for a while so I forced myself to accept.
"You're sure it's no bother?"
"No, I offered, didn't I?" She laughs, which made me smile, slightly.
