Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 16

Sky's P.O.V.

I woke up in Jeffrey's arms not really knowing how I even got there. I looked around, thinking it must just be dawn. I get up from the bed gently without waking him and go out into the livingroom. I notice that one of the doors to the guestroom is open so I walk over and look inside. Jacob. The tears start running down my face instantly as I realize the events of last night. Everything he suffered and look at him today. He may not be completely whole but it'll happen for him one day. For me, that day is today. If I ever want to know what it's trully like to love with abandon then I have to start to let go.

I walked over to the bed and shook Jacob awake. He looked at me groggily and said, "Are you alright?" and I said, "I want to show you something and I need you to follow me into Jeff's room and please, don't ask me any questions because I may change my mind." With that said, he joined me in Jeffrey's room where I then proceeded to wake him and asked him to go over where Jacob was. He got up from the bed.

As I start to remove my clothes, I look at both of them and said, "I know that you wonder about how I came to have these scars. To look at each part your first thought would be that I tried to kill myself. I'm going to show you all of my scars and once you see, you'll know immediately how I received them. In order for me to show you, I need to be completely naked like the night it happened." By the time I was done talking tears were again streaming down my face.

I looked over at them both and then walked backwards towards the bed. I laid down on my back and the whole time my eyes are on both of them. They can see the two scars across my chest so I take my right arm and bend it, lifting it so that my wrist is facing out and then the look of horror on both of their faces as the scar becomes one whole scar once joined with the one on my wrist. What once was a thought of suicide now turns to attempted murder. It's a defensive wound. Then to complete the rest of the picture, I take my left hand and cover the bottom part of my penis and when the scar that goes from hipbone to the top part of my penis and eventually my hand, Jeffrey starts to cry uncontrollably.

As I start to rise from the bed, Jacob comes over with my boxers so I put them on quickly. It's pretty sad looking you know, three men in one bedroom crying like a bunch of little girls. Jeff walks over to me, kneels down before me and simply says, "Who?" This was the moment I was dreading. Voicing it means that I was acknowleging what had happened.

I looked over at Jacob and then looked down at Jeff and sighed really hard, "I was fourteen the night I came out to my parents. I had never been so scared in my life as the moment I told them. They both led me to believe they accepted me. Assured me all was okay. What fucking bullshit! I would soon find out that I would be more terrified than the moment I came out to them. That night as I slept, my father came into my room with a butcher knife and what you see before you is the product of his rage. He got these slices in but somehow, bleeding and in so much pain, I managed to grab the pewter lamp that was next to me on my night table and knock him across the head and out cold. I ran into the bathroom and wrapped my wrist because the worst of the bleeding was there, grabbed a duffle bag and just randomly threw shit in it. I grabbed all my cash and his and fucking ran for my dear life. Somehow I managed to get to a hospital and just hide but a night nurse found me. She must have took pity on me because she helped me get cleaned up, stitches and all. I think she was planning on calling the cops so I left when I had the chance. First thing in the morning I went to the bank and emptied my bank account before my dad could do anything and then I ran and never looked back. I think you both can pretty much guess what I had to do to survive these last four years. I isolated myself from people for fear of what they could do to me because let's face it, once a boy is betrayed by his father, who is there left to trust. Then you happened and-and I-I -I just...I didn't know how to-to-to..." as I point to Jeff and the next thing I knew two very strong arms wrapped around me and for the first time in four years, I felt completely and utterly safe.