Pov: win
Writer(@Cannibal_The_Potato)

(------- means time skip)

I watched Liam's face drop from excitement, likely due to ensuing time to be spent with me, plus confusion to pity and the same confusion as before. He made way for me to come in and sighed. "I'll make room for you upstairs." He said, leaving to go upstairs after explaining that I would have to stay for family reasons. The explanation had been short and to the point. I didn't really want to go into detail right now.

His mom seemed confused but overall fine with it, which I appreciated. A lot. I didn't blame her for being confused. Imagine your son's best friend for over six years randomly came into your house with bags and asking for a place to stay. The whole situation was unusual, I knew, but it happened. Jerome, however, seemed excited to have me here.

I hated being over here. I really did. I've probably been here twice since I was eleven years old.

I soon made my way up the set if stairs. My heart was heavy from all of this. I walked in as Liam was pulling down his Futon he had next to his actual bed that he got mostly for our sleepovers that we used to have all the time. We stopped hosting those.

Liam let out a small huff and gave a weak smile. "So...what happened?" He asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed. I plopped down on the familar Futon and let out a deep sigh.

"Well.

"Win, your father and I found something." My mother said, and she sounded kind of upset. My dad growled and sat down as he pulled out his phone that looked like it was from 2010. He pulled up my Instagram page.

"Explain." Was all my dad said as he pointed out my Bio on his tiny screen that said 'openly gay' in the third line.

I started panicking, not knowing exactly what to say. Do I become defensive? Do I cry? Do I deny?

"Sorry, I guess my jokes are as-" I start off trying to lie. "No, I heard you talking to your one friend about guys at your school you wish we're gay." My mom cut me off. There was nothing but disappointment in her voice.

I looked down. "I can't help who I am attracted to..." Was all I could say honestly. "Not only are you a disappointment to everything that we worked for you to be, but you're also showing it to millions of people worldwide and embracing it," My dad says, rolling his eyes. He put it very bluntly I guess.

Okay, for one, not millions of people. What kinda clout do they think I have? And two, how am I being gay an embarrassment?

So I started crying, and "We should have known, you were a fucking sissy, " My dad says. He was pretty mad. "Dad, I-" I start,but he cuts me off. "By morning, you're gone by morning. I don't wanna see you when I get home from work. You understand?" He basically roared at me.

"No." My mom started. No? Did she want me to stay? That's what I thought, at least. "He should leave tonight." She says. I stood up and just run upstairs, and I start to pack my bags. So I guess she didn't.

Was I really getting kicked out over this? THIS? I couldn't stop myself from crying. There goes my plans of coming out after I graduate from college...."

Liam's eyes look hurt as I finish my story in a slightly shaky voice, but I try to hide it well. He wraps his larger arms around me to comfort me, and it kinda worked. I cuddled into his shoulder. We were both touch-sensitive, him way more than I.

He was like the one person I didn't feel as uncomfortable around. He soon released me from our hug. "Well you know you're always welcomed here," He said.

It truly did help to have someone as kind as him in my life. Probably how I developed a huge crush on him... but I can't think about that. I mean I know he's gay. He's never come out but I can tell.

"I know," I said as I turned my gaze up up at the taller male. He messed with his hands a bit. "Anything I can do to take your mind off of things..." He asked genuinely wanting to help. I can tell by the tone in his voice.

"We could play smash," I suggested with a small shrug. Whenever Liam would come over to my house, he would always bring his switch; this was one of our favorite games. He would usually beat my ass, but that's because he always chose Kirby and is way too good with him. He's a cheater, but he knows how to cheer me up. So I guess he's not a horrible cheater.

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I sigh as I lay back looking at the ceiling. I cover myself up on the futon with one of Liam's blankets. Liam put on some overrated artsy film on the TV he seemed to like so much as he laid in his bed.

Will I be able to stay here for too long? Do I want to be able to stay here for too long? I mean as long as Jerome was still here then no.

I would love to live with Liam. But I can't stand his stepdad.

Laim turns to me and smiles, it was kinda hard to see in the dark. "Whatcha thinking about?" He asked with his deep voice. "How much you suck at smash?" He said, probably grinning at me and I hear a chuckle.

I laugh along and throw one of my pillows at his stupid face. He catches it and places it on his bed. "You don't get this now." He chuckled. I whine and give him my puppy dog eyes.

"May I please have my pillow back?" I joke laughing a bit. Liam chuckles as he lays back down after throwing me back my pillow.

I yawn to myself as I get comfortable. He slowly finds myself drifting away as I close my eyes.

(Warning next section contains sexual abuse. If that triggers you scroll until you see bold. )

My throat was kinda dry, so I hopped out of bed. I look at Liam's small alarm clock. Only 8:15pm, you'd think I slept for longer.

I slowly make my way downstairs finding myself tired. That was the price with not sleeping for long. I go to the kitchen and as I grab the handle of the cupboard to grab a glass I realize my hands are small.

Shit, I know what happens next in this 'dream.' Why do I have to remember this day so well?

Can I make myself run away and hide in Liam's bed until morning this time? It's like a game. A really had one where you vang control your character. I try but I just continue to pour myself some water like I had no control of my body.

I give a small gasp as I see Jerome in the doorway of the kitchen. "What are you doing up so late?" He asks. He out there water pitcher away and grab my cup.

"Water," I say. My voice was pretty high pitched, even for an eight-year-old.

Jerome chuckled. I hated that sound. But 8 year old me trusted him, so I didn't show a reaction. "Wanna watch a movie with me?" Jerome asked. No, I don't, I wanna go back up to my room and never see you again. Maybe never hear you again either. w
What I want is for you to rot in jail. "Yes!" I said with slight excitement. I loved being able to stay up late.

Jerome smirked as he set up a spot for us on the couch. I sat pretty close to him, he was like a second father to me, my one at home didn't seem to like me all too much.

He put on some Disney movie that had just come out. It seemed pretty normal. He was just showing me a movie being nice. Nothing more.

Then after ten minutes, it got...bad. I felt his hand which was so much bigger than mine start to rub my thigh.

I didn't think much of it but it did make me feel really uncomfortable. I looked up at him. He was looking down at me with creepy eyes.

"Win, I've always considered you like my son, so now we are going to play I game I played with every boy I love. Okay?" Jerome asked for confirmation. I nod, I felt like I shouldn't have done that, but he was trustworthy, right? He wouldn't do anything.

"You have to keep it a secret though, otherwise both of us will get in a lot of trouble." He said before he started to pull down my pants and boxers. I scooted back. "No one is supposed to do that," I protest, covering up my area with my small hands.

"It's fine..." He goes on. He moved my hands away and starts...touching. No no no no no. No one has ever touched me there. This is when my fight or flight should have kicked in. But guess I was the freeze type of guy.

He looked at my face smiling. Did he like my fear? He used his other hand and forced me to lay on my back. He continued to spread his hands all over my body.

I wish it didn't feel good. Was this supposed to feel good? I felt myself start to cry as he put his mouth on me. He was moving his tongue, it all felt so strange.

I started to squirm around as he continued, but I couldn't move. Eight year old me was defenseless. This fucking monster. He knew it. I hate him, I hate him so fucking much I wish he was dead.

(Safe)

I sit up in bed and look around frantically. I see that Liam is still asleep, I turn on my phone and check to see what time it is. It's only 4:20am.

I just lean forward and put my head in my knees over the blanket, and tears start streaming from my eyes like a faucet, but I can't help it.

This is really where I had to spend the rest of my time?

Fuck.