*buzz buzz buzz* The obnoxious annoying sound of a person's alarm clock going off in the once silence of the night. "Hey! Turn that thing off!" A loud gruff male voice shouted. Banging was soon heard through the wooden frame of apartment 7C's door. "Sutcliff turn that blasted thing off!" The rough angry man shouted pounding harder on the door.

The loud buzzing of the alarm clock had stopped, the soft sound of slow movements were heard from inside. The chain lock on the door was released and the door opened to reveal a sleepy eyed red head wiping his sleep deprived eyes as he put on his red glasses lazily. Pulling up the blanket that was around his chest the boy stared up at the middle aged man. "Sorry Mr. Nakamo won't happen again." He said with a tired, exhausted voice as a yawn escaped from his lips.

"Sutcliff, this is what- the fourth time I've had to come up here this week?" The irritated man said.

"Third." The red head muttered not moving his eyes off the ground.

"Why in the hell you have that thing go off this early is beyond me. Go back to sleep Sutcliff and try not to have it happen again."

"Yes Sir." Another yawn came out of the boy. "Sorry Sir, good night." The door slowly shut and the chains locks were put back in their place.

"Poor boy." Mr. Nakamo said looking at his watch. "3:23. Doesn't he know he has school in the morning?" Walking away slowly Mr. Nakamo made his way to his own apartment.

Back inside apartment 7C, the tired boy made his way back to his bed. He sat down on the lumpy surface as he grabbed a picture frame off his bedside table. It was a photo of a family. The man in the picture was tall and has short black cut hair. Next to him, his wife, who barred striking red hair holding her son who inherited that exact red hair. Flipping over the picture frame it showed scribbled writing that read "Sutcliff Family: Marie, John, and Grell."

Seeing the picture brought back painful memories inside Grell's mind.

Flashback: Grell Age 13

"No son of mine will act this way!" A male voice shouted.

"He is just a boy John calm down!." The woman responded.

"Exactly Marie he is a boy I am sick of him acting out of line! First with the hair now this! I am not going to tolerate it anymore!" Loud footsteps were heard approaching the closet where a boy hid. "Grell get out now!" The boy terrified out of his wits somehow complied, slowly he crawled out of the closet just to be yanked up by his hair. "What is going through your head boy?"

Only thinking of the pain coursing through his skull the small boy responded. "I don't know! I don't know!"

"John!" His mother cried. "Put him down!"

"You think its cool to dress like that? Your a boy, soon you'll be a man! I tolerated you growing out your hair but wearing womens clothing along with it? What is going on with you?"

"I like them dad!" The crying boy cried out.

"Don't ever say that! Ever next your going to be liking guys!" Grell didn't respond he didn't even cry anymore, all he did was look to the floor avoiding his father's eyes. Following suit his mom soon did the same. "No. No! Not in my house!" John, Grell's father, said finally catching on. "Get out! Get ou now!" The older ma dragged his very son to the front door and tossed him out on to the street. "Don't come back until you get your senses STRAITed out."

"No!" His mother cried. "Grell come back inside!" She turned to her husband as her son began to walk away. "John? Let him in!" Those were the last words Grell heard her say, for the door to his home was shut and locked keeping him out.

Its been at least three to four years since then. The time of when he was in so much pain, but now he knew that currently he was in worse. For tomorrow was his first day back to school, and he knew it was nothing to celebrate about, or to complain, but to fear.

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