I love them both...I think (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

SETH'S POV

I met with Christy in the morning before going to school. "Where's Zach?" I asked her, I felt bad that I basically slapped him in the face and told him to leave I remember the slight hurt that I saw in his eyes.

"He normally takes the bus while I walk to school by myself but now I have you to walk with" she smiled and dragged me out of my own house.

We walked in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes until Christy asked, "So it seems my brother has a little something for you I saw you two last night when you told us to get out...good job on pushing him away. Serves him right pulling up on my new best friend" she grumbled the last piece.

I laughed and put my arm around her shoulder and we talked a little about my subject classes she was in most of them thank goodness. We might have English, Math and Physics together. My other two classes were History and Art which apparently Zach might be in.

"Welcome to St. Clare's High school!" she exclaimed, "c'mon let's get you to the office to get your schedule and your locker and all that jazz".

She grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall to the office the students were all staring at us...no they were staring at me. We stopped in front of a door, knocked and entered, the secretary told us to go ahead to the principals office we entered another door.

"Hello there you must be Seth Peterson" the principal smiled extending his hand to me. I walked forward and shook his hand.

"Yes I am, Mr. Simons," I said not knowing what else to say.

"Here's your schedule and your locker number. I'm sure you will have a marvelous time going to school here and plus you have Christina to accompany you. You may leave now."

I took the stuff and left with Christy, she took me to my locker what a coincidence hers was right next to mine.

"Let me see your schedule," she took it and scanned it, "okay you've got first period English with me then Physics then History then lunch then Math and last you have Art. So let's get going to English" she said rummaging around in her locker while I opened mine and put my lock on it and emptied some of my stuff into it and slung my bag on my back, locked my locker and the two of us headed to English.

On the way there I saw Zach and waved at him while smiling, what? He's my friend right? He looked at me and rolled his eyes ignoring me while the two friends he was with turned to see me they chuckled and yelled at me, "FAG!" I froze wait, what? how the hell did they know I was gay...he just called me a fag...

*Flash back*

"You useless piece of shit! All you are is a fucking fag! No man living under my house will like other men that is disgusting! It's a sin! I will beat the fag out of you if I have to!" he yelled at me.

At that point he was drunk there was a loud bang followed by the sound of glass shattering. Before I could move he was holding a broken beer bottle and was running towards me. I was so afraid and shocked that I couldn't move, he tackled me to the ground and pinned me there while he slowly cut my chest with the bottle. I yelped in pain and struggled to get away.

I managed to get in a really good kick and he fell off of me with a grunt I got up and ran to my room terrified for my life I slammed the door shut, locking it. I went to the bathroom to clean the wounds that he just caused. That was the first night I had been abused by my own father, I was afraid and didn't know what to do, I skipped two days of school because I was afraid of leaving my room. The abuse only got worse and worse, everyday he'd call me a fag and all sorts of other words even when he was sober but the abuse began when he would get himself drunk.