-Ian's Point of View-
Anthony held me I'm his arms, his head resting on mine. I rested my head on his chest. He let's out a sigh, then pulls away from the hug. I pout my lips, but I don't protest. His eyes shimmer from the suns falling beams of light. The sunset was beautiful resting on the pond, I could almost imagine the soothing sizzling noise it make when it touched the water.
Anthony looks over at me, his pink lips inches from mine. He pulls back, I shake my head, now I'm so confused. "Ian... We can't be together," his voice was shaky.
"B-but why," I stutter.
"I can't tell you". That's all that was said.
Watching the sunset with Anthony was probably the best thing that ever happened since mom died. My eyes water up, I haven't thought about mom in a while, bullies get in my way of time to think. Anthony must of sensed my sadness because he pulled me into another tight embrace.
"Ian," he whispers into my hair. "Want to talk about it?" I feel like a could trust him. "I never told anyone this," I start out. "When I was thirteen my mom died because of cancer, when she died my dad started getting drunk every night and beat me, he would also blame me for her death."
I felt something wet drip on my face, for the first time I see Anthony crying. I look down at my watch it's 8:30p.m., dad for sure was going to notice I was gone and beat me more. I couldn't escape from Anthony's grasp on me so I slump down.
"Anthony, I need to go home before my father beats me harder."
"You can't go home, go home with me," he says it more as a demand than a question.
"Okay," my voice felt so small.
He takes me home- no mansion, we head inside and play video games. Every thing was perfect, I forgot all about Anthony's secret. I wish I could kiss him again, taste the mints that he eats constantly. I couldn't find any flaw on him, he must be guardian angel.
