Never Forget (or something cheesy like that)

Introduction or something

 (A/N this is my first ever story, so if I make mistakes feel free to let me know in the comments😊 Thank you. btw it's all in Triston's POV unless I specify other wise.)

"Open up! You've been in there all morning!"

I shout as I slam my fist against the wooden bathroom door. I hear shower water and KPOP playing on the other side. The music gets louder and so does the voice trying to sing along (very badly I might add.)

"It's 7:35! I have to leave in ten minutes if I don't want to be late!"

The shower stops, but the singing and KPOP doesn't as the door bursts open almost knocking me down. Callie walks out dancing and singing with a robe on and a portable speaker blasting music on full volume in her hand. I shake my head and roll my eyes as I step into the bathroom and close the door behind me.

The small room is filled with steam and reeks of dollar store perfume and spray on deodorant. I cough as I choke and almost die from inhaling the toxic fumes. I turn the shower on and get undressed. The water is so cold that if I was in there for long enough, I'd get hypothermia. My so called "sister" used all the hot water again. But hey, what else do you expect from the selfish bitch that is Callie.

I put quotations around the word sister because she's not my biological sister. (thank god) I'm adopted and the retched people she calls mom and dad are my adopted parents, until I turn 18 at least. Once they aren't legally bound to me anymore, I'm out of here for both of our sakes.

Callie Madden doesn't give a crap about me and treats me like shit. She's always going out of her way to make my sorry excuse of a life that much more miserable than it already is. On my 12th birthday, she told everyone that I had invited, that the party was off. So I spent the entire day alone crying in my room. The only person who actually cared was Jake (my adopted brother who I actually consider him family so I just call him my brother.) he made me a sweet card and was there for me the whole time. I only invited 3 people to begin with, I never really had friends. (oh, and btw, that was my first and last birthday celebration  since my mom gave me up at age 11. So fuck you Callie!) And she's been doing dumb, irritating and just cold hearted shit like that for the past 5 years! Please, have mercy on me.

Now, moving on to Mrs. Madden. Mrs. Madden normally isn't home because of her job. She's always tired and never sleeps. (I swear I've never even seen that woman blink. It's kinda scary.) When she is home though, she makes it a point to blatantly ignore me. She doesn't look at me, she doesn't talk to me, and she just acts as if I don't even exist. I'm literally nothing to her. She hasn't said a word to me since I was adopted. It's slightly impressive.

Next up, Jake Madden. The only strand on sanity I have left. He's been so nice to me since the start. He makes sure that I'm included and feel welcome. If I'm ever feeling any negative emotion, he's always been there to help, to brighten up my day, to make me feel loved and wanted. He's the only person in my life who's kind and generous. I don't know what I'd do without him. Many times I've been teetering too close to the edge, but Jake is always there to pull me back to safety, That bitch is my ride-or-die. I'd be lost without him.

Last and most definitely least, is Mr. Madden, aka Mad Dog (no one calls him that I just think it's funny.) Where do I begin? Well how about we start with the fact that he's the most racist, homophobic, misogynistic, definition of white trash, bigot ass mother fucker I've ever met!  And here's the cherry on top, I'm a walking gay stereotype and I'm also Hispanic.

Now I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing, why the hell did they a adopt me in the first place then? And I'll be honest with you, I don't having a fucking clue! I came out when I was 5, and no one was surprised. So when the Maddens saw my brown skin 11 year old gay ass sashaying up to them wearing ripped skinny jeans, a hello kitty shirt and rainbow light up sketchers, I don't know why, but they said, "Him, he's the one."

What the fuck??

He's emotionally and physically abusive. He's slapped me a few times but he hasn't done anything too major that could leave a mark. He normally just yells racists and homophobic slurs at me, yknow, like normal people do. I normally just ignore them and try not to let the things he says get to me, but it doesn't always work. I remember one time he said, and I quote, that I was a "Mentally and physically diseased rat." and that I deserved to "Rot and burn in hell for eternity." I didn't even do anything, he was drunk one night and accidentally broke the TV. I just happened to be in the kitchen getting a glass of water when he saw me and decided that he would use me as an outlet for his anger.

No matter how hard I try to ignore him and his drunk profanities, it still hurts a little piece of me every time. He does stuff like this whenever I make the slightest mistake. I can't dress the way I want to or I'll get told off and cursed out, I can't talk "like a sissy" or I'll get called the f slur and slapped in the face. I can't decorate my room the way I want or I'll get yelled at for being gay. I can't live the way I want, I can't make my own decisions, I'm forced to conform, I can't be me.

I have to wear dull baggy clothes. I have to "talk like a real man". I have to have a boring room to match my boring life. I have to be the opposite of who I want to be just to please people I don't even care about. My life is basically one big lie. 

I just want to live my truth.

(A/N thank you for reading this far, I hope you enjoyed it! The chapter lengths will vary depending upon outside factors btw. Please come back and read some more, I'd really appreciate, and let me know what you think in the comments.)