Blood and Tears (BoyxBoy)

Chapter One - pic of Seth

Okay, this is my first attempt at a boyxboy so please understand if it sucks! My other book, Death Wish, has a small amount of boyxboy so far, so hopefully this shouldn't be that hard:) Enjoy

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Beep! Beep! Beep! I shot my hand over to the nasty little beeping clock and flung it across my bedroom. The beeping immediately was silenced. I winced as I remembered that the last time I threw it, the plastic cracked a bit. I didn't want to see what kind of shape it was in now.

I flopped my head back down on the pillow and pulled the sheets over my head. Sighing, I closed my eyes, only to have my bedroom door slam open and against the wall. I tensed.

"What the f*ck are you still doing in bed?" my father said. Father. Ha. "I heard your alarm and I also heard you throwing it across the damn room again! Get your ass up and get ready. I'm leaving in fifteen, so if you're not ready, you can f*cking walk for all I care." I could feel his glare through my blankets and a moment passed before his footsteps carried on down the hall toward the kitchen.

I slowly sat up, my heart beating fast. I hated it when my mornings started out this way. It raised my blood pressure too high for this early in the morning. I tiptoed over to my doorway and quietly shut the door, flipping on the light.

I looked around for my alarm clock, spotting it near my bathroom door. Hmm. My aim was getting better. My personal goal was the toilet. Picking the thing up, I inspected it for damage. Shockingly, it wasn't much worse than before throw number 33. I wasn't even aware that these things were built to take this type of damage. I plugged it into the outlet next to my bed and set it on my nightstand. The red numbers blinked at me accusingly. I checked my phone for the time, setting  the clock to 6:47 am.

I made my way to my dresser, pulling out red skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. I didn't bother to take a shower because I took one last night. Besides, I didn't have enought time anyway. After I styled--and praised--my naturally straight brown hair and tied my blue converse, I grabbed my bag and cell phone and headed for the kitchen, hoping there was no more confrontation. No such luck.

My dad was sitting at the kitchen table, a coffee mug in one hand, the newspaper in the other. However, he was paying attention to neither. He glared at me as I walked in the room.

"Morning," I muttered because I knew the consequences I would suffer if I didn't say something.

"I don't know why you gotta be so damn queer," my dad snarled, his eyes practically flaming.

"Dad, you know that's why I am. You know that I'm g--" He jumped up from the table, spilling his coffee and knocking over the chair in the process.

"Shut up!" he roared. "I don't want to hear that sh*t! You're not a fag, do you understand me." His arm lashed out and his fingers wrapped around my throat. I was backed up against the wall and I couldn't breathe. I tried to pry his hands off but it was no use.

"Dad..." I gasped. All of a sudden, my throat was free of his hands and I sucked in a huge gulp of air. I felt his hands shove into my shoulder and I flew into the table, banging my stomach and hip. The table toppled over, barely missing my face. It was about two inches from my right ear. I felt something wack my face and I realized it was the newspaper. My dad had thrown it at me.

I could feel the energy level in the room dissipate and I knew the worst of it was over. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled my knees up to my chest, not budging from my position lying on the floor. My throat was tight, the threat of tears painfully undeniable. I wouldn't give the bastard that.

"F*ck!" he cursed. I felt another bang, luckily nothing hit me, then stomping. I flinched as the sound of the front door banging shut emphasized my dad's outburst. The silence settled in as did the pain that cloaked my entire body. The tears rolled down my cheeks and my body trembled.

I didn't know how much time went by but I knew that I had to get up. I needed to get to school. Things would get worse with my dad if he found out I didn't go to school. As I got up and got ready to go, trying to pretend nothing had happened, I wondered, not for the first time, why who I was brought me so much pain and hate. And why the only person who knew that I was gay wanted to kill me.

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'Kay, sorry this chapter is SO extremely short, but I needed it to end there because... please let me know what you think by COMMENTING VOTING AND FANNING!!!

Picture of Seth is to the right:) Input, people, input haha thanks