Deal

17-Past

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Physical hurting warning.

You can skip this chapter if you want, it's just a flashback so it doesn't advance the story.

Read if you want, but you've been warned! (Probs not even that good XD )
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It started when I was ten. Every summer, we would go to my cousin's house in Canada. When I was ten, I already knew I was gay. Before, I was uncertain but now I am.

I let myself act natural. My parents always told me to act 'like a man' and I tried but I always come back to acting like the opposite. Since I was sure I was gay, I let myself let loose

To my dismay, my aunt and uncle are very religious. They kept telling me to 'stop acting like a girl'. That first summer they only used their words. They said not to tell anyone or they would hurt me more.

The next summer, I was eleven; they slapped my hand and arms whenever I would act gay. When I was twelve, they hit me in the head. Not very hard, but it still hurt. Next summer was worse. They would lock me in the dark basement all alone and beat me when they unlock the door.

All of those continued for two years. When I was sixteen, my cousin and I went out to get ice cream. I was waiting at the table when two guys approached me.

"Hey fag." The deep gravelly voiced man said.

"Hey, I don't want any-"

Then the shorter one grabbed me and pulled me out the door. They covered my face and threw me into a van and drove away. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. The only sounds around me was the roar of the engine as the van sped along. It suddenly came to a halt and I hit my head on one of the chairs in front. They opened the door and pulled me out.

We were at a barn. It seemed abandoned because it was broken. They opened the doors and pushed me inside. I fell on my face in the hay. I tried to stand but they gripped my shirt collar and ripped my shirt open from the back. I was thrown to the ground, my arms too weak to hold myself up. Then I heard a 'click' sound, I tried to look behind me but I can only see a part of something shiny.

Then my back felt like it had been opened.

It was a knife. The searing pain of my skin being sliced open was too much.

Slice.

I hope they die!

Slice.

Why can't I just become unconscious? This is unbearable!

Slice.

Just make it stop!

Then, they stopped. But, my wish hasn't been answered at all. Both of them slashed, cut, and sliced at my back even more. All tiny little hells. It felt like forever before they stopped.

"Hey, let's go. We weren't paid to kill him." The shorter said.

"Let's just say it was an accident." The deeper voice spat.

"No dude. Let's go."

"Fine. But if it were up to me, this faggot would be lying dead in a ditch."

How can they be so cruel? And paid? Who in the deepest depths of hell would pay for someone like this?

I just laid there, not moving. I might as well be dead. I should fulfill that guy's wish and just kill myself. After all, someone out there is so angry at me that they paid someone to harm me.

It must've been a few hours because the sky is so dark now. My body felt weak but I can get up. I walked out and we were in the middle of nowhere. I followed an empty road and walked on. My shirt's probably soaked with blood. The cuts weren't many, but they hurt. I walked until I saw the light of a house.

I knocked on the door and it opened. Inside were my aunt, uncle, and cousin. My aunt grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. Wait, why are they in this house? Did they know about what happened to me?

"I hope you learned your lesson." My uncle said. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed and looking proud.

"Yes. We didn't want to inflict pain but you needed it." My aunt said with a small smile.

My cousin was looking at the ground. His eyes seemed to be distant.

Them. It was them who paid those guys. I... I thought they were my family. They're supposed to care for me. Why? And was my cousin a part of this?

"Come on. We'll go to the hospital and you'll say that we found you at an alley. You will not say a word about us, got it?"

Then he pushed me into his car and my cousin sat next to me.

"I'm really sorry..." He whispered in my ear.

I just ignored everything.

When I was seventeen, they locked me inside the basement and cut me every night.

That was the last I've seen of them.

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A.N.
Kinda depressed now... Sowwy!

Fun fact: I was never going to write his aunt, uncle, and cousin into his dark past. It was only supposed to be some random homophobes. Kaylee was supposed to be here too, but it would be weird if she just randomly appeared and saved the day.

Happy reading my little bunnies!

-Robenwoods