Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2009 14:57:55 -0300 From: scottish_newfie2290@hotmail.com Subject: Life So Hard: Chapter 1 Life So Hard By: advocatus diaboli Disclaimer: This story is an origional piece of writing. Any names, places, events, etc. similar to you is a complete coincidence. This series contains male-male sex scenes. If you are uncomfortable with this, please stop reading now. If you are under the age of consent in your province/state/country/etc. please stop reading this immediately. The author reserves all rights. This story may not distributed without the author's permission. Enjoy. Chapter 1: A New Beginning Part of me won't go away Everyday reminded how much I hate it Weighted against the consequences Can't live without it so it's senseless Wanna cut it out of my soul And just live with a gaping hole Take control of my life And wash out all the burnt taste I made the problems in the first place Hang my head low `cause it's part of me Ya hardly see right next to the heart of me Heard of me the routine scar New cuts cover where the old ones are And now I'm sick of this I can't stand the sandpaper thoughts that grade on my sanity I rather not even be then the man that's staring in the mirror through me "Part of Me" by Linkin Park -------------------------------------------------------------- I couldn't believe my Dad actually made me come to this stupid last day of school crap. I already had my report card, I had gotten it yesterday. It even came with the patented, tried n' true parental talk about "doing better for post-secondary" speech. Ok, so maybe having my highest mark be 73% and a token 50% thrown in there for the sake of passing me didn't help. I had a lot on my mind this last semester and my Dad knew it, so he didn't press to hard. I started out the last semester of grade 11 running. I did most of my homework, I tried to study for tests and mostly completed my assignments on time. That all changed once we thought it came back. For a few weeks I was at the doctor's office every day or two getting examined. Finally, they determined that it wasn't back and I was ok. My teachers knew what was going on and mostly were somewhat sympathetic and understanding. Even my gym teacher. He knew exactly what was going on and why I could no longer participate in classes. It sucks, but I understand why he had to give me that fifty. My Dad did to, luckily, and only mentioned it to backup his arguments about me needing to get better grades. Remember when I said that most of my teachers were understanding? Keyword is mostly. The week after I was back in class regularly, my English teacher decided that it was a good idea to have an article about second hand smoke, fully aware of what was going on. I couldn't handle it. She was going "randomly" asking people to read a paragraph in the article. She just happened to pick me the most, and to read the biggest, most detailed paragraphs. Finally, on the third time, I had enough and stood up, told her off and stormed out of the classroom. I immediately went to the office (I knew I was going there anyways) and explained what happened to my vice-principle. She wasn't impressed, but was understand of my feelings. Luckily, she agreed to give me a weeks worth of lunchtime detentions and she'd "think about getting my father involved". I don't think she did, but after that my English mark never rose above 65%. Shitty. So, here I was, spending 30 whole minutes in each class for the last day of grade 11. The purpose of the day was to give the students a chance to wrap up anything they needed to do and to ask the teachers any questions they had about the course, their report card, all that crap. Finally 1 PM rolled by and I heard the bell ring. I rushed out of the school, not out of relief, but because my bus left at 1:10 PM and wouldn't be there again for another 30 minutes. I grabbed my bookbag (why did I even bring it with me?) and pushed open the front doors to my high school. I quickly crossed the street and made my way to the bus stop. I leaned up against the ad on the shelter and made a sigh of relief that the bus wasn't there yet. Sure, it was only 1:03 PM, but I was paranoid. For me, if something could go wrong, it usually did, in the worst way possible. I stood there, zoning out when I heard my name being called and a horn honking. I casually looked back and realized my Dad was sitting there in the car not 15 feet behind me. I ran over and opened up the passenger-side door. As I threw my bag in and sat down, I apologized, "Sorry! I didn't see you, or hear you. I must of zoned out while waiting for the bus." My Dad looked at me and started his lecture, "What have I told you about not payi-" He stopped in mid-sentence, then said in a calm tone, "That's fine, just be careful, please. I can't lose you to." I lowered my face and looked at my knees, "Yeah, I know..." We drove home in silence. I was really nervous, because I knew something was going on, but I had no idea what it was. After fifteen whole minutes of silence, we finally pulled into the driveway. As soon as the car stopped, I pulled off my seatbelt, grabbed my stuff and made my way into the house. I didn't look back, but I made a mental note that my Dad was still in the car, or at the very least, not behind me. I opened the door and headed up to my room. When I got to my bed, I threw my bookbag down and collapsed onto my bed. I must of fallen asleep because the next thing I know my Dad is leaning over me, shaking me. I was still fairly out of it, but I noticed that it was dusk out and about two hours had passed since we got home. "Come'on. Dinners almost ready. We need to talk." I laid there for a moment, then managed to mutter, "Oh, ok. Fine. I'll be right down." As I slowly dragged myself out of bed and made my way downstairs, something seemed very, very odd. I quickly peaked into the kitchen to see what Dad was cooking, but he wasn't there. No lights were on either. The kitchen was silent. I heard the television on, so I made my way to the living room. Sure enough, he was laying on the couch, watching some sporting event. "Ah, glad you could join me, finally. Pizza should be here any minute. Money's by the door. Do you mind getting it?" "Umm... yeah," I said confusingly. "no problem." I sat down beside him on the couch and couldn't figure out what to say, so I said nothing at all. A couple of minutes later, maybe five or ten, I heard the doorbell ring. I jumped up and jogged to the door (why, I do not know!) and opened it quickly. What a surprise I had. He must have been my age, maybe a bit older. He was fairly muscular, but still skinny. Same height as me and had short, blonde hair. I quickly smiled and grabbed the two pizza boxes from his hands. I put them down then handed him the $40. He smiled and gave me back some change. He then handed me a sheet of paper and said, "If you find you have any problems with your food, or anything, just call me. Or, better yet, it's my cell, so you can text." I just blushed, wished him goodnight and closed the door. I had never had a guy interested in ME before. My head was spinning. I made my way over to the living room with the pizzas, still trying to process what had just happened. As I sat there, full of thought, barely eating, Dad started to speak. I will never forget what he said, because it would change my life forever. "You know," he started, clearly nervous. "that I've put so much work into my work. So much in fact, that I haven't had much time for you. I'm so sorry for that, I feel like I've failed as a father. No 16-year old should have to deal with the responsibilities that you do. It's the job of the parent to do the cooking, cleaning, and all of that. But, I didn't do it, and I'm so sorry. What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that... it's paid off. My company has finally seem my hard work and dedication, and it's paid off. The company has decided to open an American division, and they want me to be President of it. The new head office will be in California, and they want me there to oversee it. We're moving to California in August." Oh My God. I. Could. Not. Believe. It. We're moving. California. We're moving to California! -------------------------------------------------------------- Well. That ends Chapter #1. I hope it's not to long. It's about 2.5 pages on word, and that's about the average size chapter (I hope). If your hoping for just sex, then your going to be sadly disappointed. I don't plan on sex being an aspect of the story for a while, and even then, it won't be the main theme. If you have any comments/suggestions please e-mail scottish_newfie2290@hotmail.com ! I'm going to try to get the next chapter completed as quickly as possible, but I can't make any promises. Between a full-time student, part-time job, family stuff... I'm pretty busy with everything.