Thread: New Kid [Amigar & Fox Writer]

... yeah well back then i thought there where people who might actually care about me. the more i learned i was wrong the more i knew i had to do my best to make my old man happy. so long as he's happy, the beatings aren't so bad. he admitted. course, when he gets drunk he's mean no matter what an once he's home on Friday he starts drinking so... he shrugged. there's no getting around it on the weekends. he admitted. if i start hanging out here he might very well come over here and start threatening you and your mom. that's the last thing i want. it's bad enough i tormented you like that, i don't want him to as well. he admitted. gay, bisexual, straight... he shrugged. i guess it doesn't really matter much, though my dad would think people who like the same gender are heathens i never saw hat was wrong with it. he admitted, more to calm the other down a little bit. in a world like this, any chance you have at real love? that should be cherished. he admitted. but then. my dad hates anything he thinks of as 'unnatural' and 'freakish'. anyone different from him in any way is a freak and freaks need to be put down so they can't taint the rest of the normal folk. he sighed. shame i'm one of them freaks according to him. he admitted, not wanting to get into another argument about him being, or not being a freak. being friends with Anna? that wasn't smart. all it got me was the worst beating of my life, and her and her family in trouble on top of that. he admitted with a huff. it's better if the world just... didn't get anywhere near me. yeah well. at least you can do your homework. he grumbled. i have to pay or threaten nerds to do it for me. god forbid my grades show that i'm illiterate. he huffed. never mind that i am. or nearly so. he could read if he focused really really hard but the words scrambled up on him and the letters made no sense. most of his learning came from actually listening to the teachers lectures and listening to audio-books on his laptop. he could get most of his schoolbooks on audio too but that didn't help his writing problems. he did all the work really, he just got someone else to actually do the writing for him and none of the teachers said anything about it because they didn't want to cause problems for themselves. and really, as long as it was all Nathan's work, he wasn't doing anything wrong. he was just getting someone else to write it out for him since he couldn't manage it on his own. the last thing i want is my Da beating me because i'm not the perfect little doll. he grumbled, hating that he was shaping up to be homeless, illiterate and jobless by the time he was eighteen because once he hit his eighteenth birthday he was leaving and he didn't care where he ended up. i am sorry. he admitted. i just... i don't know. you where so easy. you never fought back and you looked so happy every time i saw you and i hated that... he shook his head. it's no excuse. i hate myself for being the thing i hate most but i don't know what else to do. i figured i didn't have anything to loose and maybe if people started standing u to me they'd start standing up to my da and i just... he couldn't hold in the pain anymore. he winced, cringing away from John but he didn't stop the other and once the arms where around him he couldn't help but melt into them. John was so warm, and so soft, and just felt like everything Nathan had ever wanted. comfort. safety. understanding. he rested his head on the others shoulder and wept himself dry until all that was left was a vague sense of shame, an enormous feeling of weightlessness and exhaustion. i' sorry. he whispered. that was stupid. i haven't cried since i was like, six. he mumbled. crying meant getting smacked around for being a crybaby. he'd learned very early crying would get him nothing but another beating so he'd learned very early on to bottle it all in and let it out into the world through football and boxing. i should go home. he admitted softly. i can't stay here. my Da will cause problems. but he was so damn tired, and the house here was so warm and gentle and he didn't want to leave. he wanted to stay and let John wipe away the scratches and the pain and make him feel like a human being again. like a person, instead of a freak.