Chapter Two

"What were you two talking about?!"

"It's nothing, Dad, really-" Jackson tried to stand up for me

"You shut up! This doesn't pertain to you!! Jayden, Did I hear what I think I heard?! ARE YOU GAY?!" His voice roared at me

"Dad I-"

"ANSWER MY QUESTION!"

"I AM! BUT WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!" blurted out, instantly wishing I could suck my words back in; I just snapped

His eyes lit up with a fury even I had never seen. He snatched me up by my shirt collar and slammed me up against the wall

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"You know what?! ILL BEAT THE GAY OUT OF YOU!"

"Dad stop!-" I tried to plead with him "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"YOU DONT GET A SAY IN THIS, FAG!" He picked me up off the wall before slamming me into it again. His hand pulled back before I was slapped across the cheek again

"Dad-" Again, Jackson tried to protect me

"STAY OUT OF THIS, OR YOUR NEXT!!"

I whimpered and sniffled, which caused my dad to whip his head around "GROW UP AND TAKE THIS LIKE A REAL MAN!!" He smacked me again, actually opening up a small gash from his nails. I cried out in pain, only angering my father more

"I SAID TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!!" He threw me onto the ground and started to kick me. Instinctively, I covered my Head with my arms. This only pissed him off more

"COWARD!! MOVE YOUR HANDS!!"

"Dad, enough, he understands!"

"JACKSON!" In an instant, he turned his focus to my brother. He grabbed him by the shirt collar and slammed him against the wall "SAY IT AGAIN!"

"HE UNDERSTANDS, NOW STOP!"

The room just went... silent. I held in as many of my sniffles as possible as I laid there. I didn't want anymore of his beatings for crying

"Fine" he wheeled Around, snatched me and my bag up, then angrily stomped down the hallway and to the front door. He simply heaved me onto the concrete walkway and chucked my bag at my head "off my property in less then a minute or I'll shoot you, Faggot" he slammed the front door shut.

I laid on the concrete, using everything I had in me to stand up. My face was now cut up and bleeding even more from the concrete scrape. I bent over and picked up my bag rather painfully before slinging it over my shoulder and starting to limp down the road.

I limped painfully as far as I could possibly go. My walk soon led me to a bench in front of a dollar general. I laid down on the cold bench, crying out in pain a few times before my entire body just shut down. I felt like I had just lost a fight to a bear; Almost my whole body was numb or felt like it was on fire.

"Hey, you ok?"

I jumped from the noise, holding my side in pain as I cried out

"don't.. don't do that!"

"Don't do what? I just asked a simple question..."

"S-scare me... I-I'm in a lot of pain and scaring-"

"So you are hurt" the voice spoke again. I was too tired to even open my eyes. The voice was male though

"S-so..."

"Who did this to you?" He seemed to be concerned, yet curious.

"None... of your concern..." I panted out "I'm... tired... I just... need this bench... f-for one night..."

There was a brief silence before the man agreed "Fine... one night... it's supposed to get cold though... let me run inside and get you a blanket-"

"How much?"

The man stopped talking for a moment "why... do you want to know?"

"So... I can pay you back... later..."

"Oh, don't worry about it" the man chuckled softly and walked inside. A moment later, he was draping a thick, fuzzy blanket over me

"Th-thank you... so much..." I managed to croak out

"It's not an issue... do you need food? Water? You could use some new clothes..."

"N-no it's ok, I'm fine... thank you for u e offer though..." I sniffled and smiled, trying to put on a happier facade so he'd leave me be. He was being generous, but I just didn't want him to ask of my issues.

"Are you sure? You seem hurt..."

"I said I'm fine I-" I realized I had snapped on him "I-I'm Sorry... I don't... I don't want to talk about it..."

The man stood there for a moment longer before letting out a soft sigh "I understand... if you need anything else, I'll be here for a while longer..."

"Thank you... and again, I'm sorry..."

The man didn't answer me. He just turned and walked back inside the dollar general.

I pulled the blanket as close to my body as possible. It was getting darker and colder outside; much colder. Soon, my teeth were chattering like one of those toys you would wind up and let go to watch it jump around on the table. I soon let out a few small whimpers as my body started to shake uncontrollably. It had to be below freezing outside.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder, causing me to jump "what did I say about scaring me?!" I wheezed in pain

"Woah, sorry there!" It was a different male voice. Deeper, much more smooth. "I thought you might've been dead! What are you doing out here?! It's clear you aren't homeless..."

"I-I... I don't w-want to talk.. a-about it..." I started to sniffle "a-and... I... I am h-homeless now..." my body continued to shake, causing a bit of pain.

"You look hurt..."

"I'm fine-" I spat out, cutting him off. I felt one of his hands gently touch my cheek. It was gloved in chilly leather

This was when I finally opened my heavy eyes. The Man I was looking at was of darker skin. He was tall, had black hair, silver eyes and was dressed in a leather Jacket, leather gloves, blue jeans, and black boots. He had a little chin stubble and he was buff, muscular as hell. It was enough to make me blush a bit.

"I have a room you can stay in. You clearly need help.... come on..."

"I.... I'm f-fine..." I chattered weakly. I always felt bad when someone offered me something and a place to stay was a big deal.

"You don't look fine... c'mon... at least for tonight?"

I shivered, accidentally letting the thought of freezing to death slip into my mind. I didn't want to die... not like that.

"F-fine..." I whimpered and stood up, holding onto my side in pain.

"Damn... what happened to you..." he wasn't asking me, more like mumbling to himself. I think he understood I wasn't going to tell him anything

I stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what he drove in. "Where's... wheres your car?"

"Car?" The man questioned me "I drove that"

As I looked up, I froze in fear; he was pointing to a jet black Sasuke Motorcycle, a racer... a death machine

There was no way in hell I was getting on that