18. Scars

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Yes, I'm doing chapter names now. Okay, remember how last chapter we were at 300 reads? NOW WE'RE AT 400. Umhowimnotsureiunderstandhowthisispossiblebutok.

John's P.O.V
Yes, it was my dad. Remember how I said I have an interesting relationship with him. Well, here's why. My father is very homophobic, always has been, unfortunately always will be. I had no idea he was like this when I came out to my family.

        My father got very angry, and my mother decided to take his side. Actually, he got so upset with me that now, every month, he comes to my apartment to whip me on the back  while reciting an "anti gay" verse.

       He says he'll keep doing until I'm straight. But, he found out that I'm dating Alex, and it has gotten much worse. Im gonna spare you the details.

       "John? Hello?" Alex waved a hand over my face. I blinked a few times and looked at him. "What?" I asked. He sighed "Why didn't you want to see your dad?" He asked "Oh, umm..."

If I tell Alex about my dad, he's gonna try to get involved. And then I'm not the only one that gets hurt.

     "Just...." I looked up at him smiling. "It's nothing, really." I said softly. I didn't want him to think anything was wrong. "No no no John. You have been acting weird for weeks, and you seem afraid of your father, you can't say that it's nothing."

        I sighed "If I tell you, you might get hurt too." I said quietly. "But I'm okay with ge-.... Wait... too?" He looked at me confused. Shit did I say too. "John... What do you mean by too?" I closed my eyes as he tried to decipher what I said.

        "John? Are you getting hurt?" He said grabbing my hands. A tear accidentally feel down my face. But I stayed quiet. "John please answer me!" He said getting loud.

       I let out a small hiccup and then I felt soft lips against mine. When I was ready to speak, I broke apart from him. "Alex, I can't tell you now. But I can eventually, I promise."

       He simply sighed and nodded. "Okay, whenever you're ready."

- time skip brought to you by Large Baguette-

The next day.

Alex's P.O.V
It's 9 in the morning, I'm bored, I'm gonna go to Johns house. I fixed up my hair and left the house. I was about to knock on his door when I heard the faint noise of running water. Must be taking a shower. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I just.... I turned the doorknob, and sure enough it was unlocked.

I sat down on the couch and went on my phone. About 2 minutes later John walked out of the bathroom in just a towel. He didn't see me. "Hey Freckles." He jumped and turned to face me. "Oh! Lexi you scared me!"

"Sorry. I was just bored so I came over here." I said. He walked all the way to his room, still facing me. The fuck? He quickly slipped sideways into his room, and I got a quick glimpse of something red on his back.

I slowly got up from the couch and knocked on his door. "John..." I said softly "One second! I'll be right out!" He card through the door. I stood by the door crossing my arms until he opened it fully dressed, to come face to face with me.

He smiled "Hi there." He said. "John, let me see your back." I said firmly. His smile immediately dropped. "D-do you want some breakfast?" He said nervously trying to push past me. But I wouldn't move.

"Lexi please." He said. "Let me see your back John." I said again. He started to cry. What? He slowly turned around and pulled up his shirt to reveal long, red scars painted across his freckled back.

"John, did he-." I started. John nodded. I started to cry as well. I turned him back around and we pulled each other into a kiss. (Picture at the top) we sank to the floor and cuddled against each other.

"He will never touch you again John." I said hugging him. He simply let out a shaky breath. I had so many questions in my head.

Why would his dad do this? Does his mother know? How long has this been going on? Has he told his friends? Why hasn't his dad been out in jail?

But John needed comfort, not questions. So we sat there, silent.

OML THAT WAS HARD TO WRITE. I'm not good at angst. Also they live in one of those hotels where it's apartments if you were confused. So yeah oof okay bye, love ya. 🏳️‍🌈🐢🏳️‍🌈🐢

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