Save Me (A Scömíche story)

With the Sloanes

I stood there and then A mean looking fat man appeared he looked me up and down and muttered something under his breath that I couldn't quite hear he then reached out and yanked my arm hard causing me to wince In pain he instantly turned and scoffed
"Your being boy now time to act like a man and take this little nothing pain"
I looked down and nodded
"DONT DISSRESPECT ME I AM IN CHARGE HERE"
He roared before slapping my face and dragging me to a room he violently threw me in and left me there I heard a lock click but I couldn't move I was in pain and shock I figured that that must have been Mr. Sloane
1 hour later
I finally sat up and looked around I was in a small seemingly unfinished room there a small torn mattress thrown in the corner and a boarded up broken window with a rotting wooden dresser to the right of it I figured this is where they would be keeping me I pulled myself to my bed (the mattress) and I began to sob how could my parents just leave like this and have me end up here how could they this must be my fault they didn't want me anymore so they left me
I sobbed myself to sleep
The next day 5:30 AM

I woke up to a loud bang nothing like the bang when my parents died but still loud this one sounded almost like more of a clanking sound just then Mr. Sloane busted through the door

"GET UP TIME FOR SCHOOL!"

I shot up at that not wanting to get myself in trouble who knew what he would do if I disrespected him again as I looked around I realized I had forgotten my duffle bags downstairs when I was yanked up here yesterday I debated what to do when there son beau came in he handed me my nearly empty duffle bags and he was wearing my favorite Balenciaga coat I brought it me

"Hey that's my coat"

"not anymore mommy and daddy let me go through your bags and have what I wanted and I liked this"

"that's no fai-" I was cut off by Mr. Sloane coming in holding one of my T-shirts the white one saying love wins in rainbow letters he looked angry

"WHATS TIS DOING IN MY HOUSE" he roared at me spitting into my face

"u-um I-its my l-love wins shirt... p-please can I-I have it b-back"

"ARE YOU SOME SORT OF FAGGOT?!!"

with that I shrunk into myself trying t cover my face as tears threatened to fall then a violent slap to the face caused me to stat sobbing and I looked at the man in front of me now with my shirt scrunched in one hand he threw it at me as violently as a T-shirt can be thrown and he left. I went into my bag to see what was left of mine inside I found y pink fur luckily along with a few of the sweaters I had that were technically woman's clothing I pulled out my cram colored one with the pocket that said gender equality and threw it on along with a pair of black skinny jeans I left with my comb an toothbrush in hand and looked for the bathroom when I found it I went in and brushed my teeth and combed my hair just then I heard Mrs. Sloane call to her son

"Beau breakfast"

I heard beau run past the bathroom I opened the door leaving my stuff in an empty drawer I went in the general direction of the kitchen that I had been pulled past yesterday I was starving seeing that I didn't have dinner when I got to the breakfast table Beau was already eating I perked up when I noticed that it was my absolute favorite breakfast meal it was bacon scrambled eggs and I piece of toast I noticed Mrs. Sloane serve herself and sit to eat so I walked over and grabbed the plate that was next to the stove and I put some eggs and bacon on and I grabbed one of the two pieces of toast left I then turned to go to the table but was stopped by the angry man staring down at me

"fagots don't eat good meals especially not with my plate and at my table with my family" he yanked the plate from my hand and pushed me into the hot pan of eggs causing me to burn my arm I winced at the pain and fought the tears that were threatening to fall I just stood there not knowing what I was supposed to do when Mrs. Sloane came in

" hi honey why don't you go upstairs and grab your backpack then we will leave"

I nodded and headed back upstairs to get my Beyoncé backpack I wondered why she had been so nice to me. on my way back downstairs I stopped to use the bathroom and noticed that I had a bruise on my cheek from being hit earlier I wondered how I didn't see it before I walked back to get my makeup and fix it up. after I fixed it up I  went back to my room to wait until it was time to go

10 minutes later

"Beau Time To Go!"

I figured that meant me to considering no one around here really acknowledges me except to yell at me or insult me I went down and followed beau out to the car hoping in on the opposite side of him in the back when Mr. Sloane opened his door and without a word yanked me out and threw me into the trunk of the small car he then very simply said

"Faggots don't sit in my car."