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Theo was saying something, something I couldn't exactly hear. It was blurred and mixed, mostly because of the alcohol that we had consumed.
The light from the bathroom is getting into the bedroom. The cigarettes filled the room with gray-ish smoke. It was kind of hard to breathe.
Theo's hand is against mine, it almost looked like we're holding hands. Which is weird, since we are both males. We are not gay..right?
"Boris." That was the only word I could hear that he had said. He was staring at me, my collarbones, my neck. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive.
I didn't reply. His look sent me chills, I felt ever so small under his gaze.
That was when we started kissing like a couple that are hungry for one thing. And that was sex.
He pulled me close, hands on my waist and jawline. It felt just right at that moment. I wanted this moment to live forever. I loved it when he was clingy or just I don't how to word it, but I liked it when he was like this.
He was taking off my red sweater as he pressed small kisses all over my skin. After I was fully shirtless, multiple scars from beating can be seen clearly on my bare pale skin, which comes along with the hickeys I got from a few people including Theo himself.
We then heard a scream, a shout maybe from outside the window. It was my aunt's, she was calling out my name.
What a party pooper she is. Just right when it is at its peak. I had to push Theo away and put back on my sweater, the sweater me and Theo stole from a store because I liked it.
"Boris!" She was still shouting like a maniac. I am already getting a headache because of her.
-TIMESKIP-
I am at my house, getting shouted at by my aunt and uncle while my father's at work. Apparently, they're shouting at me because I left the house without letting anyone know and it's late.
To be honest, this is so stupid. I couldn't be drunk and have sex in peace.
After a while, I sighed and went into my room because I'm too tired of their bullshit.
As I went upstair, my uncle ran up with me and kept on shouting at me. He looked like a dog with rabies that is ready to bite me at any time.
A loud bang can be heard as I fell down the stairs due to the sudden slap of my uncle. He was hitting me as if I was the small weak dog now. The harder the punches that was hardly planted on my lanky body, the more harder I cried out in pain. I was bleeding already, bruises are forming everywhere he hitted me. It hurts so bad, my whole body is aching badly. I am currently coughing out blood, I wished I had already died by now. I feel pathetic, more than ever.
I then heard the sound of the front open, my father's home. He can hear my screaming and crying, and of course he is drunk now. He was yelling, I don't know at who but I am slowly drifting away from reality, that is when I completely blacked out.