Our Boys

Chapter 1~ A New Place To Call Home

Mark's POV

I didn't know why my daddy didn't come home one day. All I knew was that my mommy was really sad about it. She would cry all the time and when she'd stop and she'd see me she'd start crying again. It was like that for months. I didn't think it was possible for someone to cry so much. I tried to make it better; I gave her lots of hugs and kisses and snuggles but she was still really sad. And daddy never came home. But one day, another man did, and he made my mommy smile so I smiled.

"Hi! I'm Mark!" I told him, grinning.

"I'm Randy," He told me. He was super nice to me for weeks until one day my mommy left him to watch me.

"Mark, come here. I'm going to go to the store and Randy's going to watch you for a little while, ok?"

"Ok, Mommy! Randy's so much fun!" I beamed. I didn't know that mommy was leaving me with a monster. I was playing happily for a while before Randy came to my room.

"Come here you little shit," He said, taking his belt off. He hit me with it, the sickening sound of slapped skin.

"Ouch! Wh- what was that for?" I whimpered, scared and confused.

"You're a reminder of what your mother used to have. And she doesn't need that. She has me," He growled and I backed up, terrified. He chased me around the house, sometimes hitting me with his belt before I managed to open the door and run as fast and far as my little legs could carry me. I ran deep into the woods before I plopped on the ground and started to cry. I didn't know what was happening. Why did Randy hit me? Where was my daddy?

"I just want my mommy and daddy!" I cried into the forest. I cried for hours until I heard something over the sound of my sniffles; I had run out of tears.

"Is someone there?" A goofy voice asked.

"I- I am," I said, taking deep breaths. A woman stepped out of the woods with black shaved hair everywhere except for a bang that was pink at the top but turned to purple somewhere in there. She had pink eyes and was wearing a light purple button up shirt and light yellow pants. she had pink suspenders and a pink bowtie.

"Hello there, little guy. What's your name?" She asked me.

"M- Mark..."

"Hiya Mark. I'm Dilford. Dilford Warfstache. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Where is your mommy and daddy?"

"I don't know where my daddy is, but my mommy went shopping. But she left me with her friend, Randy, and he gave me these red marks when he hit me with his belt." I didn't know why I told her anything, but I felt like I could trust her.

"Well, kiddo, it's probably best you ran away. But me and my sisters could take you in. Wanna come home with me? Nobody will ever hurt you again. I'll make sure of it." I nodded and walked over to her. She picked me up and walked through the forest, bringing me to a gigantic house.

"You live here?" I asked in wonder.

"With my sisters and some of our friends who are also sisters. Now come on. Let's get you cleaned up," Dilford said, smiling at me kindly.

Sean's POV

The walls of the grey room held nothing but sorrow. The loud screaming voices and shattering glass thundered each time they rang out.

"You shouldn't have had him! He's nothing but a bother, he can't even do anything to provide!" A loud booming voice yelled making the house echo each word. I looked down, this was normal. Thoughts a child shouldn't have yet I couldn't help it, it was normal behavior from them. My mother and father seemed to not want me around because I couldn't do much, due to my age. Even though they fought a lot, I loved them with all my heart that's why I had a thought running in my head. The thought has been bouncing around my head since my last birthday. Would they be better, happier without me? I could leave, I mean I don't want to since I can't exactly survive much out 'there'. Though my thoughts were set in stone as I heard the next part of the fight.

"You think I wanted to have him, I was happier when it was just us. Now we have him!" A screeching female voice spat venom out to the male voice. I sucked in a breath, hearing my mother's voice sound like that. A mother is meant to be caring and kind yet this was the breaking point for me. I want them to be happy, even if I must leave. Tears started to drip down my face, I tried to wipe them away as I sniffled. I went towards my tiny red book bag and started to toss objects inside. I couldn't see what I packed away, my mind was on a one track mind. With my tiny hands, I tried to push the window of my bedroom up. I glanced out as cold air hit my face, making it cold from all the tears. This was it, I would make mommy and daddy happy again. They will be happy... They would be happy... Without me. With a glance back at the door I jumped out and gave a muffled whine as my legs stung a bit from the jump. I sniffled and started off towards the city, maybe I can find somewhere to stay. As I strolled down I looked down at my white beat up sneakers. I was nervous about this whole thing, but it was something good I guess. With a small yawn, I went towards a bus stop bench. This looked like a nice place to rest for a bit. Today was tiring maybe a nap would do me some good, then I can carry on to find shelter. Yeah, that would work well...

As I climbed up on to the oak bench I grew tired. Sleep started to edge at my vision, though I sniffled as a thought finally crossed my mind. Mommy can't read to me anymore before nap time, even if it was forced I missed the naptime stories. Tears started to fall down my face as I sat on the old bus bench. I gave out sorrow filled cries, I knew I shouldn't cry; I'm a big kid. Big kids aren't meant to cry, that's what daddy said, even if that's not how he put it. He would say "Shut up, stop crying boys don't cry!" and yet that's just his way of being nice. As I tried to wipe my tears away I heard the sounds of sneakers hitting the concrete sidewalk. Before I could get a good look I heard someone talk.

"Hey, little dude, what's wrong?" A female voice said with worry in the tone. As I blinked the tears away I looked up and saw a woman. The woman was dressed in a black tee-shirt and basic jeans and sneakers yet what was the weird part was her hair that seemed to poke out of the snap back. Her hair seemed to be dyed a green coloring yet it was faded slightly. I blinked and looked at her not knowing what to say, school always said to be wary of strangers, yet I felt compelled to talk to her.

"I-I just am tired. Mommy isn't here to read to me," I spoke as my voice wavered from sadness. "I can't see them anymore, they want to be happy," I muttered quietly, looking down at my feet, they dangled from the bench that I sat upon. The woman looked perplexed though crouched down.

"How about this, I'm Carly Brody, what's your name? Maybe we can get you back to them?" Carly said with kindness like a mother herself. I tensed up a bit and shook my head quickly, I can't go back; mommy and daddy would be upset again and I wanted them to be happy. Thoughts flew around my tiny head as I started to tear up again. Carly frowned a bit, she seemed to be in thought. Though I was taken back as she gently rubbed my back as I started to cry, choking out a sentence.

"They don't want me, I ran, now they will be happy," I cried balling my eyes out. Though I turned my head hearing Carly started to talk.

"How about you come home with me. My family and friends live with me, but seeing as you have nowhere to go, why don't you come with me, lil bro?" Carly said as I felt like this may be ok to do, I could have a home. As my sleep started to take over, sleep edged at my vision as I meekly nodded. Feeling Carly gently pick me up into her arms. I couldn't help but start to sleep, laying my head on her shoulder as she started to walk to the house I'd call a new home.