HI GUYS! Ohhh my haven't you missed my lovely self? Only because I am hopefully writing your favorite story! Well In case you haven't noticed it's finally November! aren't you excited? all these new chapters! well I was a jerk with the last chapter and I made you wait such a long time! I wouldn't doubt that you guys are mad at me! Haha I hope this chapter was good enough for such a long wait! I will warn you, i felt some tears fall as i wrote this! So I won't lie, its not a very happy chapter, hopefully a good one! But yenno, that's up to you! Well I will let you read the chapter! because I'm sure you don't want to listen to me ramble! Haha ok! hope you like:)

No song for this chapter though the lyrics at the end are from the song casimir pulaski day- Sufjan Stevens (I wouldn't listen to it while you read this though, its about cancer, but the cords make it almost sound happy...so it might ruin the mood i have set up..) I only thought the lyrics matched...so onward into the chapter!

ADAM POV

What in the actual fuck just happened? We went from having a breakthrough in our friendship…almost...to kissing…to not? Now he hates me because he found out I am a faggot, just fucking great, because I couldn't control myself…he hates me.

I sat, completely miserable, in the once beautiful meadow, with the wind whirling around me. I saw the early stages of a storm beginning to form and I could have been figuring out how I would've gotten home, though I just couldn't. My thoughts were solely focused on Tommy, his laugh, his smile, his body, his eyes, his hair, his personality, his lips, and anything else I could possibly think of.

The leaves thrashed around me, whistling through the wind like knives flying through the air. I felt my back hit the ground as I let gravity take me, why did this have to happen, my only friend now hated me because of me liking the same sex? Because I'm a faggot, because I couldn't control my inhuman desires?

Why am I such a monster?

I looked over at my phone, and I felt terror seize my heart, squeezing it in a death grip, 1 miss call blinked brightly on the dim lit screen of my flip up. My father was demanding me home; I was already in trouble, so what reason would I have to leave when I would get beaten whether I left now or in 10 minutes.

I lay unmoving, in the windy meadow, drinking in the colors before they were washed out by the rain, thrown around by the winds, and done away by the storm. My thoughts would drown when the first drops hit, I hoped I would drown, but I couldn't…I made a promise to keep living, though that only meant not to end my own life, I would gladly die of natural causes.

My eyebrows pinched together in pain as I stood up from the soft grass and began limping along the path that led to the street. I would end up walking home, that was for sure, Tommy would never stay after something like that happened to him, I mean he told me himself. He liked women.

After having no friends for years, it seems odd now that I was actually expecting to see Tommy pull up from behind asking if I wanted a ride back or not, though that would never happen now, I broke off what little trust we had together by burning it to the ground by liking dicks.

Being this upset by having lost a friend, is strange, in my opinion.

I was not even half way and I could already feel my legs shaking, weak from past beatings and I wasn't sure how long they would hold under my tall stature. I could either rest, and wait till morning or I could push on. If only giving up actually sounded appeasing in my eyes, giving up always sounded pointless, why give up when you haven't even made it till the end? So push on I did.

After a couple of hours I was actually in front of my house, I was trembling violently from the cold, wet rain that fell, like tears, from the dark sky.

I was so close.

I honestly didn't like the idea of being this close.

I would rather go the other direction.

I hate this place.

Upon reaching my house, I felt tremors rack down my body harder, shaking my entire being; I pushed open the creaking front door and stumbled up the first steps, slowly limping into the dark, silent place.

I was about half way up the stairs and so close to being home free, so close.

I felt rough hands grip my soaking wet shirt and yank me backwards down the stairs head first, letting my skull crack on each and every rotting step along the way down. "Hello son, nice of you to come home on time!" his fist crunched into my nose, I felt it break, blood gushed from my nostrils pouring down my face. His beefy hands wrapped around my neck as he flung me against the wall table, the glass shattered around me as the legs of the table gave way, toppling to the ground letting shards of glass enter my abused body.

A screech left my lips as his thick foot smashed down upon my shin, feeling a bone break for the second time today; I curled in on myself as I let a dry sob escape my throat. Laughter erupted from his chest as he continuously beat me mercilessly.

"Why" punch "where" punch "you" punch "home" kick "so" shove "late?" punch. I hacked up blood, trying to fill my lungs with air, "Where you shacking up with your boyfriend again? You stupid faggot" It was like my body was rejecting oxygen as I gasped, taking in as much that would come. I crawled away slowly, trying so hard to get away from the one thing that would most likely be the end of my life.

Things never used to be this way. It was never this bad.

Black danced along the edges of my vision as he held my to the wall with his arm on my neck, cutting off the little air supply I was getting.

Her long auburn hair swayed as she stumbled around gathering her things, "Mom, please, hurry!" the orange haired boy begged "I don't know when he'll be here!"

A bang from the front room signaled that he was home, and that their worst nightmares were coming true. The two shook with horror as boots grated the floors; the mother stuffed her son's things in the bathroom and pushed her son along with them.

"Adam," she said "I want you to stay in here, and DON'T, under any circumstance, come out, do you understand me?" the young boy stood wide eyed as his mother terrified him, he slowly nodded. She bent down and hugged him hard, breathing him in, wrapping her arms tightly around her son as a sob escaped her throat. She pulled away and kissed him hard on the forehead, they stared at each other for a long time before she decided on something.

She reached around and unhooked the necklace she wore every single day, it was silver interlocking vines that curved to peculiar shape, she always believed it was a charm to protect her loved ones, and she put it in her son's hands. "I want you to keep this Adam, it will always protect you. I love you…so much, baby, I want you to NEVER forget that, you hear me?"

"Mamma, I love you too, mamma what are you going to do? Don't leave me, I'm scared…" She looked down almost ashamed before she smiled sadly and answered, "I know baby, but remember to hold onto this necklace, it will protect you…and something I shouldn't done a long time ago honey, now lock this door as soon as I shut it, see you next time" then she shut the door, and turned the lock to make sure the boy had locked it. He did as told.

The boy never once believed he would see her again, what his mother meant, was a goodbye, and neither of them was strong enough to utter the words.

He ran to the corner of the bathroom and held the necklace close to his heart and let tears pour from his eyes, for he, even at such a young age, knew what his mother would do. The sound of wood breaking entered his ears, surely the door to his mother's room would have held longer, but alas, the brass was not as strong as his father. His booming voice echoed in the bathroom as did his mother's screams, the boy shivered as he curled in on himself, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

"Where is he?" The demand was curt though held as much emotion as a speech, "He is nowhere, and I will not let you get to another one of my children, go rot in hell you psychopathic bastard!" The mother yelled as sounds of skin on skin reached the bathroom, an ear splitting scream did too at the same moment.

After a minute or so, violent laughter and sounds of something being dragged across the floor entered the bathroom as well, the last the boy heard was boots stomping down the stairs, dragging something along with it. Then everything was silent, and still; the boy cried silently, hugging the necklace dear, and huddled even closer to the corner of the closet inside the bathroom hiding behind one of his mother's dresses.

My eyes snapped open as the memory resurfaced, my breathing seized and my whole body shut down, though I still felt his fist pounding into my body, I could no longer comprehend what was happening. When I refocused again nobody was in sight, I was lying in a puddle of my own blood, and the dark liquid still seeped from my limbs. I was currently trying to evaluate what I could move, and what was beyond help, though I don't think I got very much to move.

My leg was, not by any circumstance, going anywhere, that was broken completely. My nose was broken but that would just be sore for a while, so I moved on, I had shards of glass still lodged in my arms, legs, and chest, though nothing was as deep as the one currently sticking out of my left bicep. The small table was still on top of my chest so that would mean I would have to push it off, something that did not sound like any fun.

I laid there for several more minutes before I finally pushed the table off of me, crying out in pain as I felt the edges of broken wood slice through the skin of my stomach. I pulled myself up into a standing position, though only leaning on my right leg, the left was done for. Labored breath left my lips as I felt every inch of my body ach and squeeze with pain as I pulled myself, step by step, up the stairs. Each movement oozed out more scarlet liquid, I watched from behind as it slushed down the wooden floor boards swirling together when it dripped off the first step. Wincing at how much I saw, I pushed myself into the room that I call mine and found the bandages, the edges of my vision were getting blurry and I was swaying on my feet, this had to be quick.

I didn't even clean them, I just had to wrap them quickly or I would bleed out, maybe I should just let go, dying would be perfect, why fight it, then an image of the blond, laughing male flashed in my mind, Tommy, he hated me…So why would he care if I died, but alas, I still wanted to see that smiling face, even if the laugh wasn't directed at myself.

I broke off the edge of my side table to wrap with my leg with as a make shift brace; the table was about the size of my shin so it would work, hopefully. I took a deep breath before wrapping the brace tightly around my broken bone, clenching my hands a few times in the process. Agony ripped through my very core, even the little twitches would cause a torturous howl to erupt from my lips.

I tore out the shards that had lodged themselves into my skin and wrapped those as well, cleaning only the deepest wounds, and rushing to finish the rest.

When the wrapping ceased I could have been a full body cast, I wobbled over to the bed, leaning onto it to catch my breath, I wheezed as I let my body drop into the hard mattress, cringing at the squishing sound that came from some of the bandages. Black danced along my vision as my eyes drooped, letting me know that sleep would soon take over, whether I would wake up or not…would be a surprise left for when it happens.

All the glory when he took our place.

But he took my shoulders and he shook my face.

And he takes and he takes and he takes.

Wasn't that just heart breaking? I know:) You should rant about it in the REVIEWS! I would love to hear your opinions! might as well rant now..I have a few more "evil" chapters in mind for the future! Just to let you guys know! well PLEASE REVIEW! and thanks for sticking around!

Until next time, adieu.