A Cinderfella Story (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

~Chapter 2~

I let out a sigh of relief. After two and a half hours, I'm finally done with those stupid chores--Well, almost. I still need to make breakfast for my... "Family". I look at the time and the clock reads 5:30AM which means they won't be up for another hour. A whole hour to myself, something that rarely happens.

I go back up to my room... If you can call it a room. It's just a small white walk-in closet with a desk, bed, a small closet, and a window, and grab my laptop from my desk and lay down on my bed. I check Facebook, something I haven't done in weeks. Most of the notifications are dumb game requests and reminders. I don't have many friends.

Time passes quickly, and by the next time I check the clock, it's 6:15. I moan as I put my laptop away on my desk and stop to admire a picture of me and my dad when I was 9, a year before he passed away. In the picture, I'm standing next to him at Disney World with a Disney character. A sad little smile appears on my lips, something that i haven't done in a while. This picture is the only thing I have left of him. "I miss you," whisper and I head to kitchen the make breakfast.

My dad died when I was 10, seven years ago, leaving me with my bitch of a step-mom and prick of a step-brother. Even when he was alive, she was still wicked, except when my dad was around. Then she'd act all good mommy to me. She had him fooled.

My dad... He didn't know I was gay. I didn't come out until I was 14 to my, at the time, best friend Drake Richard. I told him to keep it a secret, but I should've known better. By the next hour, everyone at school knew, which gave them another reason to pick on me. We haven't talked to each other in years, even though he's in three of my classes. When Riley, my prick of a step brother, told Nancy, that's when things got really bad.

When I reach the kitchen, I find Riley watching TV on the maroon colored couch in the Next room. He's already dressed, his brown hair spiked to the side and feet on the coffee table.

"Can I help you, fag?" Riley snaps at me, taking his eyes off the television for a second.

"Uh, what do you want for breakfast?" I say as calmly and politely as I can.

"The usual," he replies without taking his eyes away from the monitor.

I head to the kitchen and get the pan, eggs, and oil ready. I shake some pepper on the egg when it's done cooking, just like do every day and call him to the table.

"What's that?" Riley says as he sits down at the table.

"Eggs," I reply, refraining from adding a "dumbass".

"No, the black specs on it," he asks, poking it with a fork.

"Pepper," I say. God, how dumb could this boy be? All I have to say is that I'm glad I'm not blood related to this moron.

"Did I say I wanted peppers?" He says, raising his voice.

"You said the usual, right?"

"When do I ever eat peppers on my eggs?" He retorts.

"Please, I put them on everyday and you don't say anything about it," I scoff. He's really getting on my nerves, just like every other day.

"We'll maybe you should've asked me if I wanted some!" He finally yells.

I begin to cower in the corner. You don't wanna see him mad. "I-I didn't think that--"

"That's right, you didn't think, you useless piece of SHIT!" He picks up the egg and whips it at me.

It hits my shirt and the yellow yoke begins to sink into the fabric. I feel a fist connect with my stomach and drop to my knees, clutching my hand against my bruised stomach. I look up and see Riley towering over me, pure rage in his eyes, over something so stupid. Awesome family I have, right?

"Great, now you've made me late. Thanks a lot, faggot." Riley spits in my face before walking out the door and heads to his car.

I groan out, partially because of the pain, but also because he was my ride to school. Guess I have to walk. I use the counter to pull myself up.

Nancy comes down the stairs, make-up plastered horribly on her no-matter-how-many-gallons-of-make-up-you-put-on-you're-still-going-to-be-uglier-than-a-toad face, and walks into the kitchen. She sees the mess and smirks with a knowing look.

"Pick up your mess up and get out of my sight," she says without looking at me and heads out the door, which didn't make any sense considering she just walked out the door, but whatever.

I just keep reminding myself that I only have o put up with her and her devil son for one more year. Just one more year until I go off to college and never returning.

What a great way to start the day off, huh? #WorstMorningEver

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10/20/12: Kay, seeing as this story isn't getting any popularity/comments/votes, I'm going to stop updating until this gets at least 5 comments and 3 more votes. I don't wanna waste my time writing something if people aren't reading this. And make sure you're comments are decent, telling me your honest opinion on my writing. Like it? Hate it? YOU TELL ME. Or maybe I should just stop overall? Thanks(: Until next time, maybe!

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