(This is unedited so please, don't mind the typos)

The taste of the beer on my tongue gave me some hope for this situation. Sure, Tanner and I had gotten along well but the other day. He asked me to fuck him. And he wasn't joking about it either. That's why I was a little nervous about coming over here. But in the end it wasn't awkward at all, besides the sudden silences. That was a little weird.
Tanner looked over at me. "Uh, hey come here." He said so I walked into the kitchen to see what " wanted. He stood marble kitchen counter. That's when I realized that his house is scary really nice, marble countertops, stainless steel refrigerator, clean tiled floor without a single speck of dust to be seen. And the lights, damn they sure are fancy. The one at the door way is a chandelier. A fucking chandelier! The living room was really nice too. Fancy couch, light grey carpet that will probably be stained someday. The whole time I felt like I would break something just by looking at it.
"Hello? Wake up beautiful!" Said Tanner as he waved a hand in front of my face.
"Huh-?" I snap out of it. Wait. Did he just call me beautiful...? "What the hell dude. Did you just call me beautiful?" I say it with a look that screamed 'are you kidding me?'
"Yeah I did, that blue flannel really makes your eyes pop." He says with a wink.
"You gotta be kidding me." I say rolling my eyes. I wasn't interested at all.
"Awe come on baby can't you just comply this one time." Tanner asked putting a arm around my waist.
"No get off of me sicko." I say pushing his arm away. Lucky for me he didn't resist and he let his arm drop to his side. I thought that he was actually a decent guy, but he isn't even drunk and he's trying to get laid. Honestly, where are these guys morals? It was kinda pissing me off.
"I'm going to go home." I said "thanks for the help with the music, and the beer." I said putting my half empty bottle on the cabinet.
"Hey wait-!" Tanner said his eyes lighting up with some mischievous idea popping up in his head. "At least let me give you a ride home. You walked here right?" He asked raising a eyebrow in question.
"No. It's ok I only live a few blocks away anyways." I say completely and utterly denying his kindness. (Which wasn't really kindness by the way, more like taking advantage of the situation.)
"Oh? Really!? I can walk you home then!!!" He says happily like we're the best of friends.
"...no thanks..." I say going out to the living room to grab my guitar.
"Come on dude." Tanner complains, giving me the puppy dog eyes. Those may work on all the little scene girls and emo guys he dates but that's definitely not working on me. To be honest it actually pissed me off more. He obviously doesn't get told no very often or else he would have found out that I don't like him. And I definitely don't wait to have sex with him.
"Bye." I say ignoring his pleads as I shut the front door behind me.
I didn't want to go home but I didn't want to stay there. But where else was I supposed to go? So I took my time on my 45 minute walk to the other side of town. I totally lied to Tanner about living a few blocks away. I didn't want him knowing where I lived. Ok, him being a creep and stalking me is one reason but the other is that I live in the crappiest place ever. If I were to put it bluntly it was the ghetto. Not a nice place you know?
It's like a smaller version of Compton but with way more white people. Drugs, guns, and gangs. That's what runs my neighborhood. And my family, well, we don't have any money to get out of this neighborhood. Nor does my parents want to get out of this neighborhood.
I've lived here all my life. Violence is nothing new to me. I knew who people were, and who to be friends with and who to stay away from. But unlike my mother and father I'm not into drugs. Well not as much as they are.
I don't remember the last time when I came home from school when my mother wasn't a high, sobbing mess and my father wasn't a violent, abusive, drunk. He'd hit my mom, and beat me when he felt like it. I did nothing. He's still my dad. A dad who leaves there kid bleeding in a ally way behind there house, but a dad non the less. He's given up so much for me. And I do still love him. And I love my mother as well, even when she just watches as my dad kicks, punches, and cuts me. She'd sometimes cry. Sometimes she would leave the room sobbing so she didn't have to see her son be torn to bits by the man she married. But I'm not some innocent little kid who just let's hiss daddy kick me around. I deserve it. I'm a horrible person. Every day I'm becoming more and more like them. Drugs and alcohol have been my only friends throughout this journey called life. I've done my fair share of beating on people. So yeah, I'm a bad person. So what?
But that doesn't change the fact that I still get punished for things that I don't even mean to do.
Oh sorry dad for breathing your air.
Oh sorry mom for living in the house.
Oh sorry dad for existing in the first place.
You think I want my family to be this way? No. I want to live in a nice big house by the ocean with my mom and dad. Someplace without lame thugs trying to jump you. Some place where they don't need drugs to be happy anymore. Some place where we can finally be a family like we have tried to so many times before. My parents.... they just gave up a little to early. That's all. They don't hate me. They love me. And I love them. Even if I don't get the dream neighborhood I want there still there. My parents are there when I go to school and there when I get back. I don't expect any more from them anymore. Just being there existing is enough for me.
But this part of my life... is cut off from the rest of the world. I don't want anyone to know about this. Not even my closet friends have ever seen where I lived or even got a word out of me about my parents. These thoughts are locked up forever deep inside the back of my brain, never to escape the black hole which is my mind.
I brushed these thoughts of a better life out of my head as I continued to walk down the empty sidewalk. Thankfully it was around 3:45pm so none of the gangs were out at this time. Mostly just a few prostitutes that I knew somewhat well. (Not like that. Gross I know what your thinking.) Some of them I just talk to when I pass by. There actually really nice people if you get to know them.
Speaking of which I saw a very pretty blue eyed girl across the street, and I immediately knew it was Alison. Alison was like a model. With her long tan legs and her curves, she was always dressed to impress as well. On top of that she was one of the nicest people I knew in this neighborhood. One of my buddies that helped me out at times. (Again. NOT LIKE THAT!!!) She could certainly stand up for herself though. Just... don't get on her bad side.
I waved to her and she smiled her million dollar smile as she waved back. She was one of the few people who smiled at me or even acknowledged me in the slightest. I had to get back to the house so I didn't want to stay and talk so I kept on walking after the wave. And pretty soon I came to the dreaded street. I walked as slow as possible until I reached my dreaded destination. I opened the door silently to try to sneak in.
"Ah back late huh you little shit?" The man asked. Be had that black hair that was fading into a dark grey due to old age. His pale blue eyes searched mine looking for a explanation.
"I was at a friend's house..." I said quietly looking down at my feet.
"A friend huh? Surprised anyone would spend there time with a pathetic faggot like you. eh kid?" My father let out a dry and hoarse laugh.
"Yeah I was wandering the same thing." I said.
"Are you trying to talk back to me kid?" My father gripped the edge of his chair.
"No sir..." I said looking at him.
"Good ya pathetic little fag. Go grab me a beer and tell your mother to get her sorry ass in here." He demands.
I simply nod and does what he tells me. I walk down the hall to the first room on the right and knock on the door. There was no answer at first but after a few seconds there was a cough and a snappy 'what do you want?!'
"Dad wants you to join him in the lounge." I say waiting for her to come out. It took her a couple minutes but she came out of her room looking tired and stoned as hell.
"What the fuck does that ass hole want from me now?!" She says sniffling a bit like she had just done some major snorting or something.
"I don't know..." I said trying to keep quiet and give them as many reasons as possible to leave me alone. As she walked into the lounge I stopped in the kitchen to grab a beer for my dad. I stopped beside the kitchen door when I heard my name.
"That damn boy was out again and I swear I'm going to beat his sorry little ass until there's nothing left. Honestly I don't understand why we still keep that shit around. He doesn't have a job or anything so he's basically useless-"
"Heres your beer." I said looking down at my shoes as I set the beer down on the coffee table. I felt myself bite my lip as I felt my eyes start to sting lightly.
"Oh come on faggot don't be a sissy about it." My dad said shoving me harshly. I didn't budge "You don't do nothing around here anyways."
I said nothing, and my mother watched as he got angry over my silence. Only to grab my shirt collar and thrust me into the wall behind me with a bit of force before kneeing me in the gut.
"Dont ignore me you piece of shit son. Should I even say that? Your not even close to being my son you don't deserve any of this. Not this house not the food not the love me and your mother give you! Shit I should just kick you out now until you make some money!!!" He yelled at me as I lay on the ground using one hand to try to pull myself up, the other cradling my stomach as if that would ease the pain.
"I-I'm sorry dad...." I said hanging my head "i'll do better... I promise."
"You'd better. Now I don't want to see your sorry ass again tonight get out of here!" He demanded as I rushed to my room. I quickly shut the door behind me and fell into my bed.
He was right. I didn't deserve his love anymore. I'm not a good son.
What am I going to do?

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Thank you for reading! Please remember to vote, comments are also very appreciated! And sorry for the very long chapter I just thought I would introduce Matt's home life, it's sad :(. I will introduce Tanners in the next chapter!
(~-_-)~ peace out chicken nuggets!