My Pastel Prince ~Dorl~ {Completed}

Intense Arguement

*~Sunday Morning~*

I open my eyes and see Denis still lying next to me, on his phone. He looks over at me and smiles.

"Goodmorning, Braden!", he says, cheerfully. "Goodmorning?", I say, rubbing my eyes," Where's everyone else?" "I don't know, probably downstaits or something", he says. He kisses my cheek. "Well, we better get dressed. We're all going to the cafè today."

We both get out of the knocked down fort and get changed into our everyday clothes.

"Are you okay?", he asks. I guess he noticed my limping. "Y-yeah I'm fine...", I reply", I'm just...a little sore in some...areas...." "Oh god. D-did I hurt you?! I- I didn't mean too.", he says," I'm sorry!" "You're so dramatic. I'm fine."

He hugs and kisses me before we head downstairs. "Hey, boys", Elijah says. "Hey...", I say. "Well, are we ready to go?", Denis asks. "Yeah!", Sub says. Alex nods.

~*Time Skip*~

We all make it into the café. Denis was putting in our orders and me and the others were chatting happily.

"Last night was so awesome man!", Elijah says. "I know, I still can't believe Alex called his crush sexy," I say, smirking a little. He blushes. "Oh shut up!", he says, playfully punching my arm. "I can't believe that I kissed Sub", Elijah says, gagging. Sub rolls his eyes. "You know you enjoyed it", he teases.

Denis sits down at the table next to me. "It was kind of sexy when you were calling Denis daddy, Braden," Alex teases. I blush. "I'm kinda sad that no one forfitted", Elijah pouts," I would've killed to see someone freaking out over the hot sauce!" "Same. I would've laughed my ass off", Alex say, giggling a little.

"What about you, Denis?", Sub asks," What was your favorite part about last night?" He blushes a little. "Oh uhm...I liked that....", he trails off with his sentence. "I know what part he liked", Alex says, smirking. "Same," Elijah says. "What part then?", Denis asks. Alex, Sub, and Elijah look at each othee and exchange looks.

"Oh! You guys don't think we don't know, huh?", Alex asks, smirking," We know what you two did last night." My face turns red and starts burning. My heart also starts beating faster than usual.

"What are you guys talking about?", Denis asks, nervously laughing. "You know exactly what we're talking about! Stop playing dumb!", Sub snaps. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about...", Denis says. "Ugh! We know you two fucked last night!", Alex says, loudly. A few people stare at us. I turn even more red and my face gets hotter.

"Alex, shut up!", Denis says, blushing. "H-how did you guys even know that?!", I ask. "Seriously? You guys were SO loud", Elijah replies. "Yeah...", Sub says," You didn't even try to make it a secret!" "It was kinda hot, to be honest", Alex says. "Alex!", I gasp. "I'm just kidding!", he says," But, yeah, you guys were way too loud, sooo, it was pretty obvious."

"Besides, everyone at school knows now!", Sub says. "I don't know how because we haven't told anyone", Alex says. "Yeah", Elijah says. Denis turns a little red. "Denis!", I say," Did you seriously tell everyone?!" "What?! No! I didn't tell anyone!", he says. He nearly push him out of his seat.

"Yes you did! You had to have told someone!", I say," Don't lie to me!" "Okay...maybe I told only... one person", he says," But I didn't even actually tell him!" "Ugh, you idiot! Why?!", I ask. "I don't know and it's not that big of a deal!", Denis says. "Not a big of a deal? Not a big of a deal?!", I say," Of course it's a big deal! What were you thinking?!" He rolls his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me! You're the one in the wrong!", I say, tears starting to fill my eyes. My face was even more red, but this time from anger. "Is that why people were calling me a 'whore' on my social medias?!," I ask," Huh?!" He shrugs. A few tears start rolling down my face.

"You don't even care do you?!", I ask, sniffling," How could you be so selfish?!" "It's not my fault!", he snaps,"Maybe if you weren't  so loud then we could've probably kept it a secret! You're the one who wanted me to keep going, so maybe they're right!" We both stand up.

"So does that mean that you're calling me a 'whore'?!", I ask. "I guess so!", he says. I push him a little. "I thought you loved me!", I say," YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!" People start staring at us.

"Don't yell at me!", he says, frowning," This was your fault too, hoe!" "I'LL YELL AT WHOEVER I WANT TO!", I say, my face burning," YOU'RE SO STUPID AND SELFISH! AND I'M NOT A HOE, ASSHOLE!" He raises his hand and slaps me across my face. I put my hand on my face and felt a deep gash there. My fingers were now covered in blood.

His facial expression changes from angry to guilty. "Braden...I'm-", I cut him off. "YOU'RE NOT SORRY!", I yell, sobbing," I HATE YOU!" I push him out of the way and dash out of the café.

~*30 minutes later~*

I run inside my house and lock myself in my room. I curl up into a ball and sob. Someone bursts into my room.

"I thought I told you you were kicked out?!", my dad says," Out! Now!" I ignore him. "We don't accept sluts in our house!", he says," And I'll give you a reason to cry!" "Go away!", I sob," Why can't you just leave me be?!"

He comes closer with his fists ball up. I back up until I touched the wall. "Please don't do this!", I sob," Please!" "He never wanted you, slut!" he says," But you still ran after him and kissed up on him! You deserve it!" I sob even more.

He starts hitting me with his fists. "Ow! Ow! OW!", I yell, sobbing uncontrollably. "This is for skipping therapy today! This is for being gay!", he says, after every hit," This is for being a whore!" This goes on for about 5 minutes.

"And this, this is for being my son!"

He punches me where my cut was and in my eye and I black out.

(I'm sorry slskmsskskm)