Disclaimer: I don't own Adam Or Tommy. This came to me the other day I'm making it up as I go so please bear with me here.
The light cool breeze made me shiver as I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck. I walked down the dark path headed towards my car I couldn't wait to get back have to an amazing night with my baby boy. I Tommy Joe Ratliff the famous bassist player for Adam Lambert, was totally and deeply in love with the most amazing, glamorous sweetest man in the world. Ya you heard me right I'm in love with a man I'm gay, well actually I'm bi, got a problem with it? Fuck off that's who I am and I'm proud of it. Anyways as I was saying, I'm in love with, as most fans probably already know with Adam Lambert the famous glamorous, gay singer. He was my best friend, lover, and the ONLY family I had. I let out a sigh of relief as I saw my car parked right where I had left it. I opened up the car door and sat down resting my head upon the steering wheel, I pulled down the visor and out fell a picture of me and my mom and sister sitting together on a park bench laughing. Tears started to form in my eyes threatening to fall over the edge I blinked them away, no Tommy Joe Ratliff you cant cry right now I told myself starting the car after putting the photo back where it belong I sped off towards the condo me and Adam currently shared not knowing what was in store for me.
It was so lonely and quiet without Tommy around but I didn't fret two much about it I knew my glitter baby would be back soon and with this thought soothing my thoughts I walked off to the bathroom to take a shower I was a greasy mess. I stepped out of the steaming hot shower feeling refreshed and clean; I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way to mine and Tommy's room. It had a black and blue comforter, a dark blue chair in the corner, and a flat screen T.V. hanging on the wall which was mostly black with dark blue stains here and there, the carpet was black two big blue circles overlapping in the middle of the room, the rest of the room was filled with paintings dressers, a table and shelves that carried awards and pictures, and in the corner was one of many Tommy's basses this one happened to be blue so it fit in perfectly with the room. I quickly threw on some sinfully skintight skinny jeans and a Marilyn mason shirt. As I walked back to the living room I could have sworn I heard something behind me deciding not to pay any attention to it I continued as I sat on the couch I switched on the T.V. and leaned back I heard something coming from the kitchen suspicious I got up my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath before opening the door realizing how nervous I was, but before I could push the door to the kitchen, open it swung open, and I felt something hard connect with my jaw before I stumbled back. I looked up at the intruder he swung at me again, but I dodged it swiftly punching back with as much force as I could, this upset him even more. The man kicked right where it counts and I cried out in pain, I then felt another pair of hands on me holding my arms back so I couldn't fight back, the first man walked up two me and spoke.
"Fucking fag, people like you and your pretty little boyfriend should be put to death, two bad people are stupid and allow you bastards to walk around polluting our world with all you sparkly glittery gayness" he spat at me. I winched that hurt there was nothing wrong with my sparkly glitter or me, this guy really needed a chill pill or at least a hug, I mean come on it was one thing to insult me but to insult the sparkly glitter two that was screwed up! Stop it Adam think straight he just insulted you sexuality and you are worrying him insulting your sparkly glitter.
"Fucking fairy I'm gonna teach you a lesson, you're never going to forget stupid fag" Wait a minute what did he mean "a lesson" I thought but I didn't have time to say anything about it before I had the air knocked out of me, over and over he punched me in the stomach, on the third punch I groaned from all the pain and fell to the ground but he wasn't done he kicked me over in the ribs then the stomach, then grabbed my hair and slammed my head repeatedly against the floor, I could feel the blood start to gush out of my head and nose. I tried to stand up after a while only to be thrown into a shelf the glass vase and various other items made of glass come down on my head bits and pieces of glass. The first intruder then put his foot on my chest, I struggled to breath as the other intruder (the one who held my arms back) picked up a long broken piece of glass and dug it into my arm repeatedly. I attempted to scream in pain but the boot prevented me from breathing, let alone scream, it all hurt so much and then everything went black.
So Its short I know, I know, I know, but please, please, please, please, review it would make my day, and make me smile.
