~TWO MONTHS LATER~
~SHANE’S POV~
“WHO IS THIS JOEY FAG?” My dad screams in my face, grabbing onto the collar of my shirt.
“He’s my friend.” I squeak out barely above a whisper. My legs are shaking with fear and my heart is trying it’s best to escape my chest.
“Oh really? THEN WHY THE F*CK DID HE SEND YOU THIS TEX MESSAGE?” he shoves my phone in my face and forces me to read the texts I’ve seen before.
J: hey, bæ
Me: Sup, babe?
J: wanna go see a movie tonight?
Me: Sorry. I don’t think I can.
J: plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Me: Jay…
J: plz. 4 me? Ur gonna make me cry. I miss u. ~T_T~
Me: fine. I’ll see if I can sneak out.
J: YAY!
Me: Ur so lucky Ur cute and it’s a Friday night. Ttyl.
J: ttyl. Luv uuuuuuuuu
Me: luv u tooooooooooooooooo
“Dad, I can explain.”
“ARE YOU GAY?”
“NO!”
“YES YOU F*CKING ARE YOU FAG!” he brings his hand above his head and balls it into a fist to punch me but I throw my hands in the air as an automatic reflex. He moves in extreme slow motion, giving me the advantage to move out of the target zone. I immediately run to the other side of the living room and put my hands back to my side, making him move back to his normal speed.
His fist connects with the wall and puts a hole in it.
“So you’re gonna use your little witch powers on me? NOT IN MY HOUSE YOU EMO QUEER!” he charges at me and tackles me to the ground, making me hit my head hard on the hardwood floor. He balls his hand into a fist again and clocks me in the face twice.
“Next time you use you black magic on me, boy…you’re gonna wish I killed you beforehand.”
I already do wish you’d kill me. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain and misery you put me through.
J: Wish I’d kill you? Are you okay, Shaney?
S: I’m not talking about you. I’m fine.
S: Just leave me alone, Jay. I can fight my own battles.
J: Shaney—
S: I SAID LEAVE ME THE F*CK ALONE!
Dad walks into the kitchen and grabs a beer out of the fridge before plopping onto the couch to watch TV. I get off the floor and walk upstairs to the room I share with my brother, Jason.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking up from his phone. I walk over to the closet without making eye contact with him.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re nose is bleeding and your right eye looks like shit.”
“I said I’m f*cking fine so leave me the hell alone.” I say, shoving random clothes into my backpack. I walk over to my nightstand and stick my phone in there also along with the charger.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Anywhere but here.”
“Are you running away?”
“Are you going to stop me?”
“No. Actually I think that’s the best decision you can make with dad around.”
“Thank you, Jason, for encouraging me to become homeless and possibly die on the streets. I love the brotherly support.” I say sarcastically.
“It’s better than being here with that dickhead. Stay safe, little bro, and call me when you get the chance. I want to know if you’re okay.”
“Okay. Tell mom and Jerid that I’ll be fine and they don’t need to freak out and call the police. I’m still going to school and everything.”
“No problem, man. Bye, Shane, and good luck.”
“See ya, Jason.” I sling my bag over my shoulders and wave goodbye to my brother before shutting the door.
I creep down the stares and sneak pass dad who’s half-sleep on the couch anyways. I slowly walk towards the door and try to open it as quietly as possible.
“So long, bastard.” I slam the door really hard and run off the porch before even getting to see his reaction.
I run all the way down the street and stop at a park just a few blocks away from the house. I can hear the dried leave crunch under my feet as I step onto the grassy field and sit under a big oak tree.
I bring my knees up to my chest and bury my head into my lap. I just sit there thinking about literally nothing for about ten minutes until I feel a hand on my back.
“I knew you weren’t okay.” It’s Joey. I look up at him and watch his big green eyes fill with worry and concern. “I’m here for you. What do you want me to do?” he asks me in a calming voice.
“Hold me.” And that’s exactly what he does. He places his hands behind my head and brings me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his waist and stretch my legs out on the green grass. I bury my face into his chest and sob really hard, wetting his shirt. He doesn’t ask me about my f*cked up or my bleeding nose. He just runs his fingers through my hair and tells me everything is going to be all right.
I really hope he’s right.
That was short but I don't give a f*ck. I'm kinda over the Shoey ship anyways.
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