"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.

"I was raped" He typed into the chat forum, hoping that someone, anyone, would listen to the hell he had to live with. Fourteen-year-old Alex is going through what every teenager does. Self-discovery; along with a first boyfriend whom he thought he could share everything with, yet, in an instant, that small ounce of happiness he'd manage to catch, turned into his biggest nightmare. Until a chance encounter. WARNING: This is a story about rape and abuse. This story contains scenes and images that may be triggering to some. *Started - 6/27/16 - 4/12/18 *Unedited ver. *COMPLETED

Damian Owens refuses to take his medication. He consistently ditches therapy sessions, and won't speak a word to the living. Timothy Edward Richard McKinnon is your typical little fairy princess, sweet, innocent and an open heart full of love. He's the kind of kid who refuses to leave anyone behind, no matter how far underwater they drag him down. He doesn't give up on anybody. After Timmy's relocation to the rainy town of Ashland, their worlds collide in the most unexpected of places. He accidentally stumbles upon Damian and is granted the gift of hearing him speak. Although innocent on the surface, the younger boy will teach the other some of the darkest and most valuable lessons, starting with the importance of moving on, even when it seems impossible. cover credit to Amelia_Vale

Kellin never lived a life of happiness. Their was always something that would make his life even more miserable then it already was, and that's probably why God decided to make Kellin gay, but not just gay, a faggot, a stupid, ugly, faggot, and nothing was worse than that. Vic Fuentes always lived an easy life. Sure, their was always those few obstacles that he just needed to get past, but he's never faced an obstacle as big as the one standing right in front of him. Kellin Quinn just may be known as the biggest obstacle Vic will have to get past, or maybe, fall in love with.

"That's Kellin. He's original"

Vic Fuentes has been living a pretty normal and subtle life as a writer in his peaceful home. However, he's been in a horrible case of writer's block for almost a year. Putting his brother's idea into consideration, he has gotten his entire world shaken up by visiting a gay strip club one night.

~Kellin Quinn is mute by choice; he hasn't talked to anyone in 3 years... But when I short Mexican boy moves into this large city, will Kellin find a reason to talk again? ~Vic Fuentes and his family have decided to get a change of scenery. Being a shy boy a new school can be frightening, well unless you have a friend...

Best friends for 20 years, boyfriends for 8 years, living together for a year, engaged for 60 days. Everything is just too perfect.

Prologue How does one find the strength to stand with a defiance rivaled only by his courage? How does one still possess purity when his innocence was stolen? Could one forgive the monsters? How does one learn to love for the first time? How does one learn to love himself? You may not understand, agree or accept the ways one chooses to deal with and surpass the darkness threatening to consume them. But bear witness to the few that rises from the ashes like a phoenix reborn. ***************************************************************************** This book has boyXboy scenes and contains instances where the main character self harms and is abused verbally and physically. If this isn't your kind of pie please don't take a slice. SLOWLY EDITING ************

I've always heard the theory that being in an insane asylum corrupts your brain more than the actual disease does. Never did I realize I'd live that theory.