Chapter Text
Chapter 1
This sucks. This sucks so hard, it's not even funny. I can't believe I had to move. Away from my friends, my high school, away from everything I pretty much knew since I was a baby. That's why this sucks.
"Craig, are you ok?" My mom asked from the front seat.
"Yeah, you look upset." My sister noted. I looked at her.
"No, ya don't say. I didn't notice!" I said sarcastically.
"Craig, don't be like that to your sister." My mom said. I sighed.
"Whatever." I mumbled, sitting back in my seat.
"What's wrong Craig?" My mom asked, looking at me with concern.
"Nothing really...just the fact that I had to move and leave my friends behind." I said. She sighed.
"Craig, we've gone over this already. Ron got a new job, so we had to move." She said. Ron...the piece of shit boyfriend my moms dating, and also the person driving. They got together after my mom and dad split up.
'I wonder if I can slit his throat while he's driving...' I thought. Nah, that's stupid. We'll probably die if I do that.
"Craig? Did you hear me?" My mom asked.
"Huh?" I asked, looking at her.
"I said you'll make new friends here. You may even find a pretty girl-" My sister cut her off.
"Or boy." She said, smirking. I pinched her arm, making her yelp.
"Shut up, you little shi-" I started, but was cut off by my mom.
"Do NOT finish that sentence. You better apologise to your sister." She said.
"What? Why!? It's her fault. She should've kept her mouth shut!" I said. Ok, so I'm Bi and they know, but she didn't have to go and add her two cents into the conversation.
"Craig." My mom said, a threatening edge to her voice. I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry." I said halfheartedly, looking at my sister.
"Mhmm." She hummed, smiling. I swear she does this stuff on purpose.
"Anyway. You never know Craig, you may like it here." My mom said. I sighed.
"Sure. I'll believe that when I see shit walking around with arms and legs." I mumbled.
"What was that?" She asked. I shook my head.
"Nothing, mother." I said. The way I said mother was a bit harsh, but I don't really care right now.
She sighed, and turned around. I took that as a cue to put my headphones back in and ignore everyone in this car.
I ended up falling asleep, and was woken up by my mom.
"Craig? Wake up, we're here." She said softly, shaking my shoulder a bit.
"Mmm...alright, I'm up." I groaned. I got out of the car and stretched. I looked around and saw snow. In the middle of summer break. Greeeaat. Note the sarcasm please.
"Craig, come on. The stuff's here already." My mom said. I walked up to the two story townhouse, following them in.
When we walked in, all of our boxes and things were sitting in the living room.
"Well, lets all get our boxes to our respective rooms." My mom said. Everyone grabbed one of their boxes, and headed to their room. I ended up taking all of my sisters stuff up to her room since she can't do anything. Ron kept looking at me with some weird expression. I tried to ignore him and finish helping my sister. When I was done helping her, I went back to my boxes labeled 'Not yours'. What? I found it creative. I took my boxes up and set them in my room. I looked around.
'Not bad.' I thought to myself. The room was relatively big, a king sized bed, and a desk was all that decorated the room. I then remembered something I was missing. I walked downstairs to find my mom, and saw her walking out of the kitchen.
"Mom, have you seen my guitar?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's in the back of the car." She said. I nodded and jogged out to the car, getting my guitar. When I locked and closed the door, I looked up and saw someone with blond hair walking across the street.
'Whatever...' I thought, walking back into the house, and going upstairs to my room. Before I got to my door, my mom shouted upstairs.
"Craig! Me and ruby are going to go look at some furniture and buy more groceries." She said.
"Ok!" I shouted back, walking into my room. I don't care about furniture anyway. I closed the door behind me, and sat on my bed, pulling my acoustic guitar out and strumming a few cords.
'This is relaxing...' I thought, closing my eyes and laying back. This always helps me calm down.
I worked out a few rhythms in my head, then tested them out. I kept that process up for a few hours, until I got hungry. I headed down stairs, and walked into the kitchen, seeing it set up.
'Guess mom unpacked all the stuff for the kitchen then.' I thought. I walked over to the fridge and opened it, looking inside.
'Not much to work with here...ah, I can make a sandwich!' I thought. I took out the things I needed, and made my sandwich.
When I finished, I walked over to the knife holder and took out a kitchen knife. What? I like to cut my sandwiches.
I turned around to my sandwich and cut it, and then washed the knife. I walked back over to the knife holder to put the knife in there. Before I could take my hand off the knife handle, I felt a pair of hands on my sides.
"Craig...lets play a game, yeah?" I heard Rons' voice near my ear.
"How about no, and you let me the hell go." I said.
"Ah Craig, don't be like that. I'm sure you wouldn't mind...having some fun." He drawled, rubbing my sides slowly. I clenched my teeth.
"I'm gonna say this one more time, let. Go." I said through gritted teeth.
"Don't play hard to get. You bottom right? Aren't you supposed to be more submissive?" He asked. That's it.
I gripped the knife and yanked it out of the knife holder and turned around, pressing the knife against his throat, and I pushed him against the nearby wall.
"DON'T talk to me like you know me. I can kill you right now, and believe me I want to, but I won't do that to my mom. Don't you ever, EVER touch me again. I won't hesitate to kill you next time you touch me. This is your first and last warning." I said, pressing the knife closer to his throat, causing a line of blood to cascade down his neck. He nodded slightly, fear in his eyes. I pushed him against the wall, making him hit his head, then let him go. I threw the knife into the sink, and grabbed my sandwich, heading out of the kitchen.
"And by the way, I top, you fucktard." I said, glaring at him. I left the kitchen and went up to my room, closing the door. I finished my sandwich and laid on my bed.
"You never know Craig, you may like it here." I said, mimicking my moms voice.
'Yeah right.' I thought. I fell asleep, pissed and wishing I never moved.