Summary: When someone you love has lost so much and gained much little, what all do you do? For Tristan Taylor, the answer was simple; Save Him.
Authors Note: This is Male/Male Slash faction. If you do not approve of such behavior then please do not read. Also, there are some mentions of Rape. Rape is a vile crime and I do not permit such doing actions. If this doesn't sound like your cup of Tea, then please do not flame. I do accept constructive help. I under stand how my grammar needs plenty help, so I'm looking for a Betta. If you would like to help please Let me know.
Chapter One.
"Take a breath I pull myself together Just another step till I reach the door You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you.."
Water dripped through the worn down apartment roof creating a Drip-Drip-Drip sensation. The house was completely silent except for that low key Drip-Drip-Drip sound.
Through the ears of a teanager, this sound was mearly nothing; Most were unaware to it; but Joey wasnt too lucky. This noise was the only thing that helped calm his nerves. He could pretend that everything was okay; he could pretend that if he was having a bad dream he could still crawl into his mom and dads bed and have one of them lull him to sleep.
But that changed when his mom left him and his Father. For a while, he blamed himself. He believed that his mom left because of how ugly, stupid and because of his rambunctiousness behavior. But then he found his new best friends. They never knew about his fathers addictions, or his fathers strange friends that would do naughty things to him, but then again he didnt want them to know.
Tonight, all he cared about was leaving his house in one peice; all he cared about tonight was not being touched my his father friends for money. He just wanted to go sleep over at Tristians house.
Anything but stay here.
But before he could even seem to famish anything else, the front door bounced off of the door hinges creating a Spine-shaking sensation.
Joey sank back down into his bed covering up his face with his blanket. The dark created a darker Illusion - darker than the existing room - as he prayed for himself not to get hurt.
Although under his covers seemed to get a little hard to breath, he kept his head under there. Like how most kids aided their fear so they wouldn't get sucked up under his bed by the evil doing monster, he tried to hide under blanket from "Him."
He didn't need to be messed with tonight.
Authors Note: Pretty Short, but this is just the Beginning. Continue or not?
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