The Legacy We Hold--Sequel to Spoken From the Heart

Chapter 15- Wade

WOAH VAL'S NEVER DONE HIS POINT OF VIEW BEFORE? I can hear you all yelling. 

actually i can't, i just hope that's what your reaction is. 

anywho, yes, this chapter is narrated by wade. 

enjoy

I stand outside my house, listening to my father screaming at my mother. 

I don't want to go home. Not yet.

I pull my hood up and shove my hands into my pockets, and start walking back to the park. 

I don't even know why I did any of that. 

I'm messed up, I know. 

I didn't really want it to go that far. 

I just didn't want my father finding out that a boy had a crush on me. 

A boy who I liked too.

My first solution shouldn't have been to bully his twin but I saw the way they looked at each other. 

There was only love, and trust. 

My family would never look at me like that. 

My father hasn't ever even told me he's proud of me. Now isn't that cliche?

The sun is starting to set. I'm kinda hungry, but I left my wallet in my room. I sit down on the swings, the chains rattling in the empty park. 

I push off the ground, grinning. 

I haven't been on the swings since I was a kid. 

I let out a loud whoop, swinging high.

"WADE WINSTON WILSON!" I look up, my eyes straining to see in the darkening park. 

I jump off the swing, and tumble to the ground. 

My dad looms over me, holding a beer can. I look up, and frown. 

"What's that frown for, boy? You not happy to see your father?" 

"No-no sir." I stammer. 

"Gettup, Wade, you aren't a child." My father orders. I stand up, straightening my spine. I can smell the alcohol. It reeks. 

My father lifts his fist and hits me in the face. 

"I saw you with a boy today. I saw him push you against a tree." My father growls. I feel blood running out of my nose. 

"That wasn't... it wasn't like that!" I defend. 

My father hits me again.

And again.

Until I can barely see, and I'm dizzy.

"Please... don't." I croak, falling to my knees. 

"You're a fag. You don't deserve my house. I should have done this a long time ago." My dad kicks my side, hard. 

I fall over, to cold and tired to do anything. 

"Never come back to my house ever again. If I ever see your face, I'll kill you. You're an abomination, a pansy." My father says. He lays one more kick to my side, before walking away, throwing the beer bottle off to the side. 

For a good five minutes, I lay there, shivering, every inhale I take a sharp pain cuts through my chest. 

He's never hit me that hard before.

I can't go home. 

My father's words echo in my brain. 

Fag. 

Pansy. 

Abomination. 

I struggle to stand up, determined to make it as far away from here as possible. 

My ribs ache with every step, and I can barely feel my hands. 

I stumble along the sidewalk, my steps getting heavier by the minute. 

Most of the houses have their lights out. 

Its late, about ten pm. 

I cross the street, not bothering to look. 

At this point, death would be preferable. 

Up ahead, I see lights shining from a porch. 

I manage to make it up the steps, hoping that since the lights are on, somebody's awake. 

I knock the door, my teeth chattering, and I feel my eyelids getting heavier. 

The door opens right as I collapse, my head hitting the ground. 

WOAHHHHH 

honestly guys i had no idea where this chapter was going, but here we are. 

i hope you liked it. i decided to change it up a bit. 

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XOXO Valkyrie