The Blue Boy

Fuck

THIS CHAPTER HAS A TRIGGER WARNING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

School finally ends and when we get back to the apartments I tell Larry that I have to go see my Dad. "Come down later if you want," he waves and goes to the elevator.

When I walk in, the apartment smells like beer. Straight beer.

I thought I asked him to not drink too much. What the fuck...?

While going to my room, I see busted glass everywhere. Has he been breaking bottles?

God, what the fuck is that smell? Is that piss?

I catch a glimpse of him finishing off a bottle and throwing it against the wall, narrowly avoiding my head.

I yelp and he jerks his head in my direction. He's out of it...maybe I should've just went with Larry.

"It should've been you, fucking brat," he stands up and I flinch. I hold my hands in front of me, ready to push him and run.

"Why didn't you die?" He has a major slur so it's obvious he's been drinking a lot.

He pushes me to the floor and looks over me, a snarl on his face. His eyes look dead, like there's no brain behind them.

"I didn't even want you," My hear shatters, "so why are you still here?"

He ends that sentence with a kick to my stomach. "D-dad!" He put a lot of power behind that kick.

He kicks my stomach and chest a few more times before I'm able to grab his ankle and make him lose balance.

In seconds, I'm up and running out the door, straight to the elevator. I know that he's following me but he can't get onto the elevator before it closes.

I go down to the basement and take this time to catch my breath.

My torso starts hurting now since the adrenaline is gone. When I get into the basement, I wait in the hallway for a few. Should I really bother Larry this soon?

The elevator opens behind me again and I turn around, ready to run again.

It's only Todd. Thank god.

I lower my hands and take a deep breath. "Sal..." he starts, "I saw...are you okay?" He puts a hand on my shoulder.

My eyes widen and I feel scared. "Y-you saw?" I don't want my friends worrying about me.

"I won't talk about it if you don't want me to, but..." he pushes his glasses up, "you look hurt so Larry's going to know,"

I sigh and feel a sharp pain in my stomach. "Fuck," I double over in pain.

"I just wanted to make sure you're alright, but I think Larry can mend you better than me," He's talking about it in a calm way. He seems like he doesn't know what to say.

"Please don't..say anything to...anyone?" My stomach feels like mush.

"I promise," He smiles warmly at me and goes back into the elevator.

It's a little hard to walk, but I manage. I try to look kind of normal in case Lisa answers the door.

I knock weakly on the door and wait for someone. I hear crashing and someone falling before Larry opens the door. He smiles at me before looking at my eyes and me holding my stomach.

He doesn't say anything as he carefully pulls me inside and sits me on the couch. "Fuck," there's another sharp pain.

He leaves to the kitchen then comes back with a First Aid Kit. "What happened, Sal..." he moves to my shirt but I flinch and he stops.

"Sal...I can't help if I can't see what happened..." he looks at me with a kind, concerned face.

I slowly remove my hand and nod at him.

He lifts my shirt and his eyes widen. "What happened..?" He grabs a wet washrag and starts wiping at stuff that hurts.

"Fuck," he presses on a sensitive part with the rag. He stops, but then goes back to it, being more careful.

"M-my..Dad..." I can feel myself shaking, but I can't stop, "He was...d-drunk,"

Larry tenses up but keeps helping me.

"I couldn't...h-he.." I tense up as I remember what he said. 'I don't even want you.'

"It's okay, Sal," He starts wrapping my stomach with bandages, "You're safe now,"

He tapes the bandage down and looks back up at me. "Is it hurt anywhere else?" I nod and lift my shirt up above my chest, where it seems significantly worse.

He just stares for a second then reaches for the rag again. "I can't..." He struggles to clean all of the wounds. "Could you lift your shirt up more?"

I shrug and just take my shirt off. I quickly remember the mark from school and cover it with my let-down hair afterwards.

I pick at the stomach bandages as he fixes me.

He finishes and just holds onto my arms for a second. I keep looking down and playing with the bandages.

He sighs and holds the sides of my face. He leans his forehead onto mine and closes his eyes.

This feels good. I don't know why, but it just...does. It feels natural.

He pulls away too soon and hands me my shirt and his sweatshirt.

"Why don't you..." He keeps his hands on my arms, "stay here for a while," I nod and keep my head down. I'm just annoying him.

He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. "Let's not worry about him right now..." He helps me up and we head to the treehouse again with the blankets and everything.

He starts playing some music as we sit there and relax. We're both getting fucked up from his new bong.

It's a bit difficult to use with my mask, but I make it work.

"Y'know that you can take that thing off around me, right?" He motions to my mask.

I shrug and take another hit.

Should I take it off? He might hate me. But I like him more than my other friends...would he hate me? No. I trust him.

I let out a breath and slowly reach around to unclip my mask. Click Click. I slowly lay my mask down on the floor and open my eyes.

He's staring at me, but he doesn't look..scared? Upset? He looks intrigued and happy?

I slowly smile and hand him the bong. He smiles back and takes a hit.

We start playing a game of High Uno. We basically play cards and the rules are forgotten because we don't remember how to play.

After I "win" another round, we lean back against the treehouse walls.

Suddenly, Larry is right in front of me on his knees looking at me. He holds the sides of my face and leans in closer. I find myself subconsciously leaning in as well. We share a tender, passionate kiss in each others arms. I'm leaning up so I can reach him, so I'm in a position where I'm kind of straddling him. Sadly, the kiss ends and we both look at each other.

I pull him back into another kiss with my arms around his neck. He rests his hands on my waist and back.

We pull away and lean into each other, smiling and laughing like idiots.

I really really like this.

ive been planning on doing one chapter a day or every couple days, but i couldnt help but post this one. i love it ❤️❤️😂