Finding My Forever

Prologue

Charlie Sky Woodsmith

Being beaten every day at home and school was hard but tolerable. I lived with it ever since I came out with him. My Father was the one that would beat me the most, my Mother was pretty okay with me but didn't stop my Father from beating me unconscious, mainly because she didn't know it was him that caused most of the injuries and there was the fear that she would get some of the anger taken out on her as well. I didn't blame her, Father almost killed her before. At school it was continuous name calling and even more beating. I was told I was a joyful kid by teachers, until I appeared to my classes with cuts and bruises. And from time to time a broken bone. I was "clumsy" in everyone's eyes, that's why I was always getting hurt.

"Don't you dare bring a boy home Charlie." My Father scolded the morning before my world came crashing down, even more than it already was. I nodded sheepishly as my Father slapped me as if he was making sure it got through to me.

Running out the house that day I just wanted to run into my boyfriend's arms, school wasn't supposed to start until another forty minutes. I made it to the building in five minutes and went to the spot I always met with Kevin, my boyfriend. That day was different though, I felt the awful pang in my chest before I turned the corner. The sharp pain spreading across my chest before I saw it. There, leaning on the tree that I leaned against multiple times was a familiar brunette that was making out with my boyfriend. Kevin had the girl pinned against the tree his hand slipped inside her shirt. The girl, Harlie, was my best friend. The only person, other than my Mother and Kevin, that didn't treat me like complete trash. At that moment, I didn't care that tears were running down my cheeks in rivers. Kevin turned in that moment and saw me.

"Sh!t. Charlie, we didn't see you there." Kevin had said pulling away from Harlie like they weren't just making out. He glanced from me to Harlie and sighed. "I'm sorry Charlie, I'm not gay like you." There was slight disgust in his voice. "I did it for Harlie. Because I love her." Harlie's cheeks turned pink and she put her focus m=back on me.

"I'm sorry Charlie," Harlie gave me a sad smile, "I wanted you to be happy, so I asked Kevin to try to."

Instead of answering I turned on my heel and went into the school. My love life was a complete lie, my friendship was a lie. Harlie and Kevin tried to talk to me but I ignored them and thanked the world that it was Friday. Even if I hate Fridays. I avoided them throughout the day, taking alternate paths and ignoring them in the classes we had together.

When I got home that day, my Father was waiting for me. Mother was out, maybe at the store.

"We are moving. Pack your sh!t." I nodded a little too happily, I wouldn't have to deal with looking at my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend, and then I got a vase smashed against my head for not moving.

"NOW!" He roared and I ran up the stairs to my room. I quickly placed my stuff in the boxes that were already in my room. Mother must've placed them there. Mother said that night that we were moving to a new town, and that meant a new school. There was only three days left of school, since the last day was Wednesday next week. So, I would just start my Senior year in the new school.

When we made it to the new house, a two story like our old one, I took all my stuff to my new room and before I could unpack my Father walked in and hit my head on the door frame. He kicked my side when I landed on the floor. With every hit that came in contact with my body after that, he roared out a word. "YOUR!" A kick to my stomach. "ROOM!" Another to my chest. "IS!" Another to my back. "IN!" A kick to my hands that were blocking my face. "THE!" Another to my shoulder, I saw my mother peek from the stairs, gasping at my bloody state. "ATTIC!" He landed a final blow to my stomach again and spat at me.

"Isn't this a bit too much Henry?" My mother had asked. Father was furious.

"He needs to learn to be a man!" Father yelled. "I will never accept this queer. He isn't my son." Father spat out, and although he said it many times before, it still hurt the same. I walked to the end of the hall and pulled the open the door that contained the stairs that led to the attic. When I finished taking my stuff to the attic I looked around and saw all dust and old boxes piled up in there. The only thing I thought as I closed the latch door on the floor was that I had a lot of cleaning to do. But I also realized I would have to be careful my senior year.

That night I heard Mother arguing with Father. Their voices muffled by the floor. I ignored it and tried to sleep.