You are now Dave Strider, and you've never wanted to just curl up in a ball and die as much as you do now. It's the middle of November and rain is pouring down on you. Any self-respecting kid would be tucked in his room right now, under a blanket, playing some videogames. AS of now, though, you don't even have a room to call your own. Tonight, you made a horrible mistake, one that cost you your home and probably the only family member you had.

Honestly, you had no idea what you were doing, sitting on the couch, waiting for your Bro to come home from a night of drinking. Now, you wouldn't say Bro was a bad guardian, but when he was drunk, he had a nice little habit of beating you senseless. But, still, you held your breath as the lock clicked and Bro came stumbling into the room. He was furious.

"DAVE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING UP!?"

"Bro, I need to tell you something..."

"THEN FUCKING SAY IT!"

"Bro...I'm gay..."

You didn't have much time to react, already preparing yourself for the blows that should have fallen. But, nothing came.

"Get out..."

"What?" You're nearly stunned.

"GET OUT!" Bro screamed.

You had just enough time to pull a jacket over your shoulders before bolting out the door. He was still screaming at you as you ran. So, here you were, thirteen, on your own, and walking in the pouring rain. You really didn't pay attention to the world around you. Not the rain, the cold, or the headlights headed your way. Quite frankly, you would enjoy if that car would just collide with you, taking your life.

You moved out in front of it, but like before, the blow never came.

"David?" One familiar voice called to you. You decided not to answer, so the owner of the car climbed out of the vehicle.

"Yo, Strider." Dirk, who lived just down the hall from you, walked up to you.

"What?" You don't look at him, keeping your eyes trained on the road.

"We heard yelling, is everything okay?"

"Damn it, David, just get in the car!" Dirk's husband, Jake, called, rolling down his window.

Dirk turned and almost had to laugh, "You'll get sick, babe."

"I don't care, luv, Dave'll get sick to if you keep beating around the bush!" A look of concern now replaced Jake's angry expression. Being five months pregnant, Jake was rather moody, as well as very protective, especially over Dave. The couple had known the Striders since Dave was a little man (a baby, probably). They knew of the fights, the abuse, the drinking, and more often than not, Dave would stay the night at their place. They really couldn't do anything about it, since Bro took care to make sure no evidence was left of what he had done. He had never kicked Dave out before, so this was new to everyone.

"Dave, do you need a place to stay?" Dirk finally asked, running a hand through his rain soaked hair.

"No, I'll just sleep under a park ben-."

"For God's sake, David, get in the car!" Jake finally called. Dave sighed; he was cold, tired, and all in all, stressed out. Giving up, he climbed into the back of the truck, dreading having to go back to the shithole he called an apartment, but grateful it wasn't his own.

After sitting down to some dinner, Dave got up, "I think I'll head home now..."

Jake was on the couch, reading a book, while Dirk did the dishes.

"No, you're not." Dirk didn't look up from the spoon.

"Really, it's fine, thanks gu-."

"David, you're going go take a shower then head to the guest room, so I can tuck you." Jake had been trying to finish the same paragraph for twenty minutes, but kept looking up to make sure Dave was still there, not liking the amount of quiet in the apartment.

Giving up, Dave headed to the bathroom, sliding his shirt off.

"Hey, Dave, I-." Dirk's sentence was cut short and a towel fell from his hands. Dave hadn't looked in the mirror in awhile, and when he did, he wished he hadn't.

Maybe, Bro was a little more abusive than he let off.

A/N: Okay, short and crappy, but the next chapter will be better. This is an AU.

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