|Tales from another broken home.|
|Chapter 1: Me, Myself and I.|
|Authors Note: Well welcome to my little story the aim is to go a little further then most of these fictions and actually show some depth of character and have a real storyline not just constant sex. Well anyways there will be little or no sex till chapter 3. But to understand chapter 3 you need to read chapter 1. If you have any questions etc you can contact me @ firstname.lastname@example.org. I did take the 2 main characters names from Ryan Sheckler and Riley Hawk but thats because I think there 2 really hot names but anyways I think thats the most obvious based on reality part. Most of my inspiration came from The "Skateboarder Ryan" series which is def. worth reading. Ok thats it.|
feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't
nowhere you can go
the alarm clock flashed the red digits in my eyes. I brushed my long streaky
black and blond hair back from my face.I was just waking from another
nights sleep. I had started sleeping well for the first time in a year.
It was the kind of sleep that came with acceptence. I had finally accepted
who I was, a gay kid. A year of denying it had taken its toll but I was
still young and had plenty of time to recover and grow to like myself
again. At 12 I had first started dreaming of different kids in my class
and got off on it. I had spent of the rest of the year trying to stop
myself before finally deciding to be who I was meant to be.
Anyways back to where
I was. I pushed myself out of bed once again being greeted by the familiar
morning wood. I ignored it opening the door to see if the coast was clear
to go to the bathroom. The last thing I needed was Chris seeing me with
a hard on that would lead to an ass-kicking. I wasn't afraid of Chris
although I probably should have been. He was tall, wide and strong. He
knew he could hurt me and enjoyed pointing it out as much as possible.
Chris had been with my Mam for nearly 6 months which was probably the
longest relationship she'd been involved in since I can remember. As I
looked out the door Chris walked out of his room and I froze in the doorway.
"What you upto ya little asshole" slurred his familliar southern
accent. He was a real redneck he had the whole package, a love of bad
country music and bad tattoos all over his wide frame. My eyes dropped
to the floor "nothin' ". He snarled and walked down the hallway.
I slammed my door and fell backwards onto my bed. I tried hard but couldnt
hold back the tears. Thin drips streamed down my face as the pain of these
continuous encounters started to show. I didnt know why Chris hated me
so much. I had spent 2 months trying to get him to like me by offering
to help him and doing chores but he never changed. He stayed a threatening
bully who enjoyed taking his anger out on an already fragile 13 year old.
I hopped off my board
and onto the curb just outside Carries to be greeted by her Dad. Carrie's
Dad was the nicest guy ever. He always asked how I was and had been concearned
about me since I turned up at Carries bruised after a really bad ass kicking
from Chris. I got the usual greeting " Hey buddy, hows things with
you today?" He really was the all-american Dad. He patted me on the
back before hopping into his car "I've gotta run, work stuff".
I had always wished I'd had a Dad like him he was always nice and caring
and when I came over after being beaten up that time he hugged me and
tried to help me out. But I couldn't let him help me if social services
saw the state of my Mam I'd be gone to some group home shelter type deal
and I heard what happened to those kids and it was worse then getting