Unlikely In Love (BoyxBoy)

~13 Years Later

-*13 Years Later*-

Kieran:

Things have been explained 3 years ago. How everything happened, why they died, and what was the cause of it. In all honesty, I hated those three reasons. Mostly because the answers contained no happy motive at all. Turns out my dad died because he couldn't breath, then my mum died because she... Well, she wanted to? I had no answer for that one.

My Aunt died three weeks after all of that horror because she refused to eat anything sat in front of her. She got all depressed and died October 17. I had good memory to remember that 13 years back. Mostly because I wrote it in my little journal. My uncle died to, from depression that is. So, I was left with the option of going to my Uncle Rod's. There wasn't much of an option anyway.

I was 16 now. Living with Rod, not like a fairytale in anyway. More like a horror story on action.

He beats me, he drinks, he yells, he insults me, and he doesn't care at all of what I do. A day can't go by with me being thrown insults at or at least getting physically hurt. I'm used to it at least. So it tends to hurt less.

"Hey kid! Get your ass in the kitchen!" Rod yelled, dragging me off of my thoughts.

"Coming!" I called back, shuffling down the stairs as quickly as I could managing not to fall.

I swung my way into the kitchen and saw Rod standing there with a knife in hand. My body froze as my heart beat did the opposite. It went into a full 100 mph.

"Get cooking." He snapped and put the knife down before walking out the small room and into the living room.

I sighed and covered my eye with my fringe. I started chopping up the veggies to make some vegetable soup. It sounds healthy, I'm surprised Rod wanted some and I'm a Vegan, So it works out pretty well even though he forces me to eat meat at times. I don't really care since I end up puking everything out afterwards.

I stopped cutting the carrots when I noticed my band fall down and the scars becoming exposed. I quickly fixed them up and hurried to get cooking. I boiled the vegetables and added some flavor while I waited for the food to be ready. I looked out the window and saw our neighbor looking at me with a disgusted look almost as if he wanted me dead. We're in the same road so, yeah.

"Rod, The food is ready." I said as calmly as I could as I brought the bowl of soup to his lap.

Don't drop it, don't drop it, don't drop i- Fuck.

"You little shit!" Rod bellowed as I backed away.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to." I covered my eyes with my fringe again to cover the tear that travelled down my cheek. I knew what was going to happen next.

He slapped me once he was at a close distance. "That's what your father use to say before he treated me like a useless nothing, and this is what you get for coming from his blood!" He growled and kicked my stomach which left me gasping for pure air.

"It's not my fault." I choked out.

"Of course it's not, it was your whore of a mum." He spat as I stared at him, glaring.

"Don't bring my mum into this. She actually loved me." I replied in a small voice since I couldn't talk that loud from the pain producing in my stomach.

"Don't respond back to me." He said carefully and dangerously as he punched the side of my face.

I will surely need to put concealer over that.

My head fell to the floor as I groaned in pain.

"Get up you useless fuck." He growled, "And go to your room."

I got up numbly and shakily as I did so. I walked up the stairs without eating. I was used to this treatment and since I don't eat that much, I didn't bother with it. I never did.

I shut my door and locked it behind me trying to reassure myself that I was safe with the lock on. It didn't work. I never felt safe with the devils son around.

I walked to my bed and on the way there, my eyes caught myself in the mirror. The reflection seemed to be what everyone hated. Grey eyes, black hair with my fringe covering my right eye, and sometimes both, A black Of Mice and Men tank top, white skinny jeans, and some black Vans. I still didn't get the idea of being hated by every person I met. Lets just hope that this place is different.

I sighed realizing it was true and ran a hand through my hair. I sat on my bed staring at the brown boxes spread around.

I moved in the middle of the school year. I pleaded to stay in my hometown but he told me to shut up and deal with it. I'm guessing he wanted me to suffer being a new kid in a big world of gossip, drama, and stupidness. Trust me, it was working.

Tomorrow was the first day I had to step foot on the School area;

Westwood High.

I could already see all the girls with their boobs half exposed and the guys all buff and well built. I would be an automatic outcast dressed in black and being called, "Emo" daily. Or a fag.

I grumbled some words of my choice as I got up and undid the tape on the boxes that laid there, clearly pissing me off.

I neatly folded my jeans and put them on the third drawer on my dresser. My undergarments went in the first as my boxers went in the second. I finished fixing everything as I picked out some boxers and a worn out band tee. I made my way to the restroom connected to my room. I was lucky enough to get a master bedroom. I didn't want to run to my room just for something that I forgot. Which, I do a lot. 

I scrolled down my iPod and clicked on Asking Alexandria - Not The American Average.

It started blasting through the small white room as some warm water droplets cascaded down my bear back making me wince a little as it touched my freshly wound that Rod had given me two days ago with a bottle of Vodka, smashing it on my back. It hurts.

A couple of scrubs here and there and I'm finished with my quick shower. I stepped into the white fuzzy mat and begin putting on my clothes to keep me warm in this cold temperature. Why does it have to be Mid October? Ugh..

I tossed my dirty clothes into the basket and checked outside my window.

It was dark already.

That fast? Eh.

I crawled onto my bed and wrapped the covers around me as I checked the time. 9:12 PM. I could definitely use a shut eye at this point. I mean, who would want to go to school tired as fuck? Me actually.

I sighed and turned my lamp off as I snuggled into the covers. I drifted off into a slumber wishing that I would at least have some peaceful sleep tonight. Just for once.

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A/N: 

Hello bitchachos! M'Kay, leave a vote and a tiny comment if you don't mind. I would love to hear your responces to this uh, very well written chapter...? What am I saying. *Shakes head.* Just.. You know the role xD

Until next time!

~JoJo ^-^