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Chapter One

Danny took a deep, calming breath and pulled out of the Casper High parking lot. This was the third time he had needed to pick up his 14 year old son Trevor in the past 2 months. His son had, once again, been suspended for fighting. Or if you wanted to be more accurate he had been suspended for kicking the crap out of his classmates. Sometimes Danny really hated that most of his children had black belts in one martial art or another.

"So, what did they do this time?" He asked finally

Trevor said nothing, keeping his eyes (which were the same color as his father's) focused on the scenery passing by the car window.

"Well?" Danny pressed

Trevor mumbled something to low for him to catch and tugged at one of the strings attached to his brown Peruvian beanie.

"Come on Trev, you broke that kid's nose, tell me why"

"He called me a fag." He responded softly, eyes downcast, "He's been giving me shit since I came out and today…it was just too much."

Danny sighed, "Trev, there are always gonna be people who are going to give you static for who you are. You just have to learn to ignore them."

"Oh come on dad don't give me this lecture again. I'm not just gonna let them talk shit about me! I won't and Roman wouldn't either" he looked as if he was going to say more but Danny cut him off

"Watch your language. And Roman isn't a good role model, you know that. He's been arrested more times than you've had detention."

Trevor said nothing, resting his head once more against the window.

Danny sighed (it seemed like he had been doing that a lot lately) and reached over to grip his son's shoulder.

"I know it sucks being bullied Trev. But give it time, kids are pretty close minded. When they get older they'll see that it's not a big deal." He squeezed the shoulder lightly and smiled.

Silence.

Danny heaved another sigh and pulled into their driveway.

"You're suspended for 3 days, you're not grounded but I don't want you lying around the house. I have to go back to work, so I want you to pick Justin up after the middle school lets out okay?"

Trevor looked at him and smiled, his eyes lighting up, "Okay" he said softly. He climbed out of the car and jogged up to the front door. Danny sat behind the wheel, watching as his middle son disappeared into the dark house. He wished that he could be around more but protecting the world was still a full-time gig. He heaved another sigh and pulled out of the driveway.

Trevor dropped his messenger bag near the door and immediately mounted the stairs and began to climb. The staircase went up through the second floor and lead up to a heavy oak door that led to Roman's room. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, gagging at the smell of incense, cigarette smoke and weed.

Roman's room was long and rectangular, with sloping walls covered in posters that met in a point at the roof. The floor was worn wood and covered in dirty clothes. Strings of L.E.D. lights were strung around casting the room into low lighting. A beat-up tv, playing an old South Park episode, rested on the floor in front of the tattered couch. A mattress was pushed up against the far wall, underneath the singular round window. A mini-fridge, doubling as an end table and topped with an overflowing ash tray, hummed near one arm of the couch. Roman was pacing back and forth between his bed and his closet, talking to himself and throwing clothes pell-mell into his duffel-bag.

"Why are you packing Roman?" Trevor asked, plopping down on the couch.

Roman started, "Uh, no reason. You should tell him Roman. Shut up!" he tugged nervously on the fraying hem of his akatsuki t-shirt. He slouched over to the couch and collapsed onto it next to Trevor.

"Suspended again, huh? What'd you do?"

Trevor ignored the change of voice. His brother had a severe case of MPD, the different voices was how he distinguished between the personalities.

"Beat up a bigot" he said calmly

Roman laughed and put an unlit cigarette between his lips with shaking hands.

"Seriously Roman are you okay? You look like a mess today"

And Trevor wasn't lying. Roman's hair, naturally snow white, was disheveled and dirty. Dark bags made his violet eyes appear to pop out of his skull, many of his piercings were not in and his hands (one with the nails painted black and the other white) trembled badly as he lit his cigarette.

"Shut up," he said gruffly "we're fine"

They sat in silence for several more minutes, watching Kenny get his head bit off by Ozzy Osbourne.

"You still want that septum piercing?" Roman asked.

Trevor smiled widely. Ever since Roman had begun training as a professional body piercer he had been begging to get a septum piercing.

"Sure"

Roman returned his smile and got up, searching for his supplies.

This is just an idea that popped into my head. Please review, but no flames please