Chapter 1,
Well, hi. My names Jay. Yeah, Yeah I know what you're thinking "Isn't Jay a girl name?" Its not.. ok?! When my mom was younger she would always tell my dad "If I had a kid i'd name him Jay, I don't know why i just absolutely love that name!" Well thats what my dad told me, but who knows? I mean she committed suicide when i was 5. So i don't really remember much about her,but I remember her saying "Sorry Jay, mommy's gonna go on a vacation ok? ... Don't cry?! Dads gonna take care of you.. Bye Jay I love you!", and i Said "Have fun mom, I love you too." I said it with the biggest smile on my face, yet with tears running down my checks. She started to cry to, but before i knew it she was gone. I thought she'd be gone for a while, but after a month my dad came into my room and told me "Hey kid, I got bad news. Your mom committed suicide on her "vacation." It was weird though he didn't cry he didn't frown, all he did was start going out every night to the bar, and one night he came home drunk and told me everything or how he was feeling about moms death ect. He had told me about how mom was and will always be the only girl he'll ever love, how beautiful he thought she was, he told me so many things that i will never forget. One day dad kinda surprised me though, because he wasn't kidding about mom being the last woman he'll ever care about, why? Because one night he brought a guy home, I thought it was a friend of his, but turns out it was more then a "friend." But i guess i take a lot from my dad i mean we both don't show our true feelings, and we're both gay. Anyways, now i'm 16, and my life is a fucking mess. Ever since I turned 13 my life went from fantastic to hell on earth. No kidding.I mean a couple of weeks after my 13th birthday my dad's boyfriend broke up with him, because he was too "clingy" and so after that my dad would bring it all on me he started to hit me really bad.. and he started doing all these drugs I don't even know where to start, but I had no mom and I wasn't planning on having no dad either. So I tried helping him, but nothing helped, and my teacher would ask me about my boo-boos, and I loved my dad too much to say anything, so I told her i fell off my bike. I was bad at lying, but she believed it.
-to be continued-
