• This is the first original story I’ve put on here its by a friend and she is a great writer so please read, if you don’t like gay love then hit the back button, because I don’t want your rude comments.

    Some things in life are totally inevitable; death is defiantly one of them. Another is that teens and their parents will always fight. No matter what, even the really prim and proper, straight A students will fight will their parents about something sooner or later. Then usually both sides apologize and have one of those life time family moments. Though some parents don’t apologize and say they love you and all that. Well maybe just my parents.

    My name is Alex Willson I’m fifteen years old and this is my story. My story of life and romance, drama and comfort and other things teens go through. My story starts when I decided to confess a secret I had had for a while to my mom. We were sitting at the kitchen table; she was working while I was just sitting their heart pounding with what I was going to tell her. “Mom you always said that I could tell you anything right?” She looked up from the work she was doing. “Sure honey you can tell me anything you know that, so what’s wrong.” “Mom I’m um…bisexual.” Her eyes widened in shock, her face held a terrified expression. “What?” “Your not serious, your not bisexual you’ve had girlfriends before. “I said bisexual not homosexual, being bi means I like girls and boys, and I kind of already have a boyfriend.”

    Id been staring at the floor the whole time I was talking to her, not wanting to see the look on her face. When I looked up I wished my black bangs covered more then just one eye. She looked pissed and really angry like she was going to strangle me. That’s just great. “Mom?” “This is just great she said throwing her hands in the air. “Alex first you pull this emo crap dressing like you hate the world and have the worst life ever.” “I let you get by with that, but then you come to me and tell me that you have a boyfriend?” “That’s just crossing the line, why do you want attention so badly?” I got up slamming my hands down on the table. I didn’t want attention; I thought this was important to tell you!”

    “I though you would accept me, but I guess I was wrong!” “Don’t talk back to me, go to your room!” “I’ll speak with your father when he gets home!” “He’s not my father and im not breaking up with Brandon”, I screamed as I ran up stairs to my room. He wasn’t my dad he was my step-dad and I hated him, I walked into my bedroom slamming the door behind me. This wasn’t the first time Id fought with my mom; I’ve fought with her so much I’ve lost count.

    We used to get along so well until my dad died when I was eleven. I sat on my black sheeted bed and looked at the picture on the nightstand of mom, dad, Nathan and me. It was my favorite picture of us. We were at the park that day, I was sitting on the swing set with Nathan beside me and mom and dad on either side of us. We were all smiling. It seemed like the perfect family photo, until dad got sick three months later. I snapped out of my memories and pulled my phone from my pocket. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Brandon’s number.

    We’d actually been going out for about six months, things were starting to get serious, and so I thought I should tell my mom. Big mistake. We met through a friend of mine; she said we would make an awesome couple. Oh how right she was. We clicked instantly, and he’s emo too so it makes things even better. Were in love and we just don’t think we are we know we are. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I waited as the phone rang finally he answered. “Hey baby” “Hey Brandon” I said my voice cracking with the tears that brimmed my eyes. “Alex, baby what’s wrong” “I told my mom.” “Oh no how did she take it? “She flipped out and said she’s going to tell my step-dad when he gets home.”

    “He’s at your brother football practice isn’t he? “Yea you know how he loves Nathan, they both do. He’s the favorite. Nathan was my older brother and a football star so naturally my parents took to him instead of me, but my dad had treated us equally and never played favorites. “Why can’t they accept me for who I am? At this point tears were falling down my face. “Alex it’s going to be ok, they’ll never break us apart ok?” “Hey my parents wont be home tonight so after your parents talk to you text me and I’ll come get you ok” “ok, thanks Brandon you’re the best.” “I’ll talk to you later, I think dads home.” “Love you, babe.” “Love you too, bye.” I flipped my phone shut and waited to be called downstairs to the living room. “Alex come down here!” I heard mom yell from downstairs. I dried my eyes and walked downstairs to what I knew was my death. I knew was going to be murdered. I mean they could just kill me they didn’t really love me anyway.

    When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my parents were sitting on the couch in the living room waiting for me. “Alex sit down lets talk.” My step-dad says pointing to a chair across from them. I sat down and waited for my doom. Both my parents had an angry look on their face. “Alex” my step-dad began, “I’ve spoken to your mother and I would like to know what the hell your thinking!” He continued his voice rising. “Why do you have to cause trouble?” “First you pull this eye-liner, girl pants wearing, straight hair, emo s**t!” “We let you get by with that, but then you tell your mother that you’re bisexual and that you’ve got a boyfriend!” “How could you be so stupid, why cant you be like your brother?” He’d stopped yelling and was looking at me with a hard expression on his face. All the other times I’d been yelled at, Id just sat back and taken it, but this time Id had enough.

    “I’m sorry I can’t be the perfect son that you want!” “You’re my parents you’re supposed to support me in whatever I choose!” My mom who was silent through the whole argument stood up to stand beside her husband. “Look Alex, sweetie we do love you, but this isn’t very healthy behavior. “You should get into sports and get a girlfriend like your brother.” “You’re tearing our family apart.” I stood up from my seat. “Stop comparing me to him!” “Im not Nathan we’re different, why don’t you understand that!” “Im not the one tearing the family apart you are, you won’t support me.” “You were never like this before dad died you told me I could be anyone I wanted to be!” She averted my eyes looking at the wall. “Things have changed, and you could try to be a little like Nathan.

    “Whatever, this is stupid your not making me do something I don’t want to!” I screamed running to my room slamming the door for the second time that day. I swear one day it was going to fall down. I lay down on my bed and cried until I couldn’t anymore. I looked at the picture on my nightstand of me and my dad in the backyard. It was taken when I was five a year before he died. I need you dad I thought to myself. After about another hour my step-dad came into the room, without knocking to warn me he was coming in. I sat up abruptly in my bed. “Your mom gone to the store, so I decided to talk to you alone. I tensed because I knew what he meant. He pulled me off my bed and threw me onto the floor. He stood over me and grabbed me by my shirt, and slammed me against the wall. “Alex, Alex, why can’t you just listen for once.” He said slyly “Why must you be so difficult. He slapped me hard across the face, I winced in pain. “Why are you so stupid!” he yelled at me. This wasn’t the first time he’d abused me like this. Whenever he felt like it he sent mom on some errand and hit me. I know Nathan heard all the shouting, but ignored it in fear that he would get hurt too. I think mom knew about it too, but was also scared to say anything. He threw me to the ground and left leaving me on the floor. I knew I would have bruises on my arms and face again I his them well last time by wearing jackets and arm warmers when they were on just on my arms. I didn’t know how to hide it if there was a bruise on my face. I made my way to my bathroom, grabbing the knife that I hid under the sink. I curled against the wall and slid the knife across my wrist.

    The pain was numbing, I watched the blood flow down my arm. I always thought it look beautiful the crimson color against my skin. I hated myself for doing this, but it made me feel good, alive, that I wasn’t meaningless. I made a few more cuts. Then cleaned the blood, pulled out my cell and texted Brandon to come get me. I grabbed one of my red and black arm warmers and pulled it over my arm and got up to wait by the window for Brandon. Soon enough I saw him standing below my window. I opened it and jumped down, I was on the top floor of my home, but it wasn’t that far from the ground. I looked back up to make sure no one saw me. No one had. I laced my finger with Brandon’s and we ran.

    He only lived a few blocks away, so it didn’t take us long to get to his house. He opened the door leading me inside, I’d always loved Brandon’s house. It seemed like the perfect home, not to big or too small and not really fancy and it felt safe. It may seem perfect, but I knew it wasn’t. No home is perfect, Brandon’s mom died when he was little and his dad remarried. His step-mom Claire was ok and she was understanding of our relationship. Brandon didn’t really like her, he felt like she was trying to replace his mom. He just got along with her to make his dad happy. (He’s so selfless). We walked past the e kitchen and down the hall where his room was. His room was painted black with poster of My Chemical Romance, Three days Grace, Eyes set to kill, and numerous other bands. We sat down on his bed; he reached over to his nightstand and turned on the radio.

    Loud scremo music poured through the speakers. He turned back around to look at me. “Ok tell me what happened and don’t lie to me, I can tell something’s wrong.” Brandon said, searching my eyes for the answers. I looked down at thee floor not responding to him. He sighed, “Alex there’s a bruise forming on your face and your arms.” He looked at me again waiting for me to say something. He sighed again. ‘He hurt you again didn’t he?” “Alex we have to tell someone.” He pleaded to me. “No!” I almost shouted at him. “They’ll take me away and I’ll never see you again!” “But Alex he could kill if he wanted to!” “You have to listen to me he said grabbing my wrist. I winced as his fingers pressed into still fresh cuts. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “You’ve been cutting yourself again haven’t you?”

    “Yes” I said pulling my arm away. He sighed, “Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you.” He pressed his lips to mine. I loved the spark that his kissed brought to me, like a jolt of electricity going down my spine. I kissed him back as my need for him grew. He lowered me down on to the bed pinning me there. What had started as a simple kiss lead into something more. I ran my fingers threw his blonde dyed black hair. His Icy blue eyes stared at me intently. He ran his hands up under my shirt. Triggering more electricity to run through my veins. Slowly he pulled back and sat beside me. I got up to cuddle close to him.

    My hand found his and laced our fingers together. We talked about happier things like our first date and how nervous we both were. The day we met, how we seemed to fall in love at first sight. The events that had happened at my house, slowly faded to the back of my mind as happier memories took their place. I felt so safe in his arms like nothing could ever hut me again. Eventually we fell asleep on his bed. When I opened my eyes sunlight was shining threw his window. I sat up realizing where I was. Oh s**t! I thought. I shook Brandon lightly. “Brandon wake up we fell asleep, my parents have to of realized I wasn’t home by now.” “What?” he said sitting up groggily, then suddenly realizing what had happened his eyes shot open, fully awake.” We have to get you home; your parents are going to kill us!” “Yea I know.” I said grabbing and pulling my shirt on. “Do you think your parents are home?” I asked. “They might be, but I’m not sure. “Let’s just sneak out the window.” He opened the window above his bed and we climbed out, but I didn’t expect what was waiting for us.

    My mom and step-dad were standing in the front lawn with Brandon’s dad and step-mom. They turned to look at us. We froze, not knowing what to do, afraid to move fearing what they would do to us. “Looks like we found them.” My step-dad said. I clung to Brandon, fearing that if I let go I’d be torn away from him forever. Brandon’s step-mom Claire turned to face us. I’d always liked her she accepted us and always seemed so nice. I hoped my step-dad hadn’t gotten into her mind and turned her against us. She shook her head “Brandon you know you’re not supposed to have anyone over when were not home. “I know, but we didn’t do anything. Alex just needed to talk to me” He glared over at my step-dad. “We’ll talk about this later “his dad said silencing him. Brandon held my hand trying to comfort me, sending me sympathetic looks. I was scared out of my mind; I knew that when my step-dad got me home he would hit me again. I was so dead when I got home and I hoped that didn’t end up being literally. My step-dad looked at me, anger burning in his eyes.

    “How could you even let those two be together?” my mom asked. “It’s unnatural and disgusting.” My mom added. Her words cut at me, she was my mother, she was supposed to be supportive but she said what I was doing was distugusting? Claire looked back at her fiercely. “We love Brandon and we support whatever he chooses.” “We don’t care that he wants to have a relationship with Alex; he’s a nice boy and I’m sure they care deeply for one another.” “So let me ask you how could you be so cruel to your own son?” “All he wants is your acceptance.” “This is pointless.” my step-dad said. “It’s not natural and I will never accept having a step-son who wants to date other boys.” “So I’m forbidding Alex from seeing Brandon.” “Wha-What” I whispered moving closer to Brandon.

    He wrapped his arms around me. “Their not taking you away from me.” He whispered in my ear angrily. “Come on Alex.” My mom said starting to walk away. “No!” I said clinging to Brandon. “What did you say?” My step-dad said warningly. “You can’t ban me from seeing Brandon!” “Yes we can” he said walking over to me and ripping me away from Brandon. “No!” I yelled as he drug me away. He threw me in the back of the car. I pressed my hands against the window banging on it. I started screaming as we drove away, looking at the terrified look on Brandon’s face as he stood between his parents. “Why are you doing this?” I screamed at my parents. My mother turned around to look at me.

    “We’re doing this because we love you.” “Love me?” “If you loved me you would let me be with Brandon!” “Alex calm down we’ll talk about this when we get home.” My step-dad said from the driver’s seat. I sat back in my seat, tears silently falling from my eyes. When we got home I quickly got out of the car slamming the door in the process and ran into the house. My mom yelled behind me to go to the living room so that we could talk. I sat on the couch and waited for them. They came into the living room and stood in front of me, arms crossed and angry faces. “Alex” my step-dad began, “We are banning you from seeing Brandon and you’re grounded for at least three months for sneaking out.” “This isn’t fair I hate you.” I said running past them upstairs. I’d always hated them for how they treated me, but I’d never said it to their faces. I flopped down on my bed picturing my life without Brandon. The picture was horrible. He’s my life, my everything the only thing I have to hold onto. The only one who understands me, as cliché as that sounds it’s true. If I hadn’t met him I would of committed suicide by now.

    He saved me I can’t lose him. I heard my door click open; I sat up turning to the intruder. My step-dad looked at me with hate and fury. He grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall. I winced as his fingers dug into my cuts from the day before. “You hate me do you?” he yelled in my face. I closed my eyes. “You don’t hate me.” He said a crazy tone in his voice. “Think of all I’ve done for you!” He threw me to the floor and leaned over me, pinning my wrists above my head! “You haven’t done anything for me, but ruin my life!” I yelled at him. “Oh, I didn’t throw you out, now did I?” “I could of tossed you out on the street, but what fun would that of been?” he said a sly smile spreading across his face. “I’d rather you kick me out so that I won’t have to stay here with you!”

    He slapped me. “You b***h don’t speak to me that way.” I’ll teach you to speak to me like that.” He lifted me off the ground and threw me hard against the wall. I screamed out in pain as back and head collided with the wall. He walked over to me, something reflecting the light in his hand. He stopped, “Look what I found hidden in your bathroom.” He held up the knife I used to cut myself. My eyes widened realizing his intentions. “You-you wouldn’t kill me, they’d know it was you.” “No they wouldn’t I could frame it as suicide, teens do that a lot these days. “Alex face it you’re useless, all you do is argue. You’ll never be anything like Nathan.” “Even if you stayed with Brandon you two would never be able to get married. Who says you’d even last?” “So why do you make such a big fuss over him?” “Because I love him, and you have no right to tell me what I’ll amount to!” “Alex, Alex” he said moving the knife back and forth. “Your so naïve, you’re better off dead.”

    I closed my eyes, this was it I couldn’t fight back, and he’d kill me instantly. He slid the knife across my arm. I caged my scream as the blade dug into my flesh; I felt warm blood flow down my arm.” “STOP THIS!” I heard someone shout from my door. “Nathan?” I whispered. My step-father turned to my brother. “I told you never to interfere!” “Do you want to end up like him?” he said using the knife to point at me. “Alex” Nathan said to me. His voice cracking. “I’m so sorry I should have done something sooner. I’m your big bro I should be looking out for you and I’m going to make it up to you.” He pulled a gun out from his pocket and pointed it at my step-father. “Run Alex now!” he yelled at me.

    I stood up as fast as I could despite my Injuries and bolted for the door. I made it down the steps without falling and ran out the front door. I didn’t see my mom anywhere. I figured my step-dad had sent her somewhere. I didn’t know where I was running to I just let my legs carry me. They led me to Brandon’s front door. Night had fallen and their porch light was on, so someone had to be home. I banged my fists on the door. “Let me in please, help me! I screamed. Finally I heard footsteps on the other side, and the sound of a lock clicking. The door opened revealing Claire standing on the other side. Her eyes widened as she looked at me, covered in deep bruises and cuts. “Oh my goodness, Alex what happened to you? “Please just let me in and I’ll tell you.” She moved to let me in, I felt so much safer here. She led me to the living room where I told her everything. From my step-dad abusing me to Nathan pulling a gun on him.

    Brandon’s dad came into the living room and Claire told him everything. As I finished Brandon walked into the room. “Alex” he cries and ran up to hug me. He looked me over, anger flashing in his eyes. “Did your step-dad do this?” he hissed. “Yes” I replied. “I’ve already told your parents everything.”

    “We have to do something about this.” Brandon’s dad said. There was a banging at the door, we exchanged glances. I moved closer to Brandon who wrapped his arms around me protectively. “It’s the police!” someone shouted from the other side of the door. Claire moved to open the door. A police officer and my step-dad stood on the other side. The officer held out his badge, then in a deep voice said, “I’m looking for Alexander Willson, his father said he ran away from home yesterday.” Claire gave me a sympathetic look, then my step-fathers eyes found me. “There he is officer” he said pointing at me. The police officer walked over to me and pulled me away from Brandon. “NO!” I screamed “I’m not going back with him!”

    “That man abuses him!” Brandon yelled. “Look he’s covered in bruises and blood.” “It’s true” his dad said. The officer gave my step-dad a questioning look; he loosened his grip on me. “Is this true sir?” “Of course not, their lying siding with Alex. He’s convinced them to lie so he won’t have to go home.” “That could be true, I’ll look into it.” The officer said shoving me out the door. “Brandon!” I yelled grabbing his hand. “Alex!” he said.

    “Come on the officer said pulling me away. I kicked and screamed, but somehow my step-dad managed to shove me into the passenger side of his car. The police officer drove away. The car started and my step-dad followed. “How could he believe you?” I yelled “You’re such a liar!” “SHUT UP ALEX!” Damn you running away was it! Did you not think I would find you? “You’re such an idiot.” “You should know better than to mess with me.” “When we get home I’m beating the crap out of you and your dumbass brother. He’s just as stupid as you.” “Pulling a gun on me. How dare he.” ‘I’m going to make sure you never ever see Brandon again. “You can’t keep me away from him, I love him.”

    I turned to look out the window. I saw a stop sign go by; I heard my step-dad cuss. Then all I saw was the glaring head lights of a truck coming straight at us. I heard the crunching of metal. Then silence. When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by darkness. I stood up trying to think of what happened. Then I heard voices in the distance, they were frantic I realized. All I heard was screaming and cries for help. I saw a light where I had heard the screaming. I walked toward it, as I got closer it got bigger and when I looked at it, it was like watching a movie. There was an ambulance and people crowded around something, but what? Then I saw it two cars torn to pieces, two people being wheeled away on stretchers. A car wreck. Then it hit me, I was in a car wreck. The picture changed suddenly to a hospital waiting room, a woman and a teenage boy was crying, a nurse was trying to comfort them. “Why Alex, why not Darrell he’s the evil one?

    The boy screamed. Mom and Nathan. Then realization caught up to me. “I’m dead.” I said letting it sink in. I felt like fainting, I was dead my life was over; I was too young for this. “Yes Alex your dead.” A voice said behind me. I turned around quickly. Standing behind me was a man who looked no older than thirty-two with dark hair and eyes, soft features and a loving smile on his face. “Dad?” “Yes Alex.” “Dad!” I yelled running up to him hugging him for the first time in years, tears streaming down my face. He held me close, like he used to when I was little. “I can’t believe it’s you, Dad I’ve missed you so much. Everything’s been a nightmare without you.” “I know I’ve watched what that man has done to you, but he can’t hurt you anymore, you’re safe.” “He corrupted your mother she would have been more understanding without him there.” “I think Brandon is a nice boy and I know you love him a lot.” My eyes shot open and I pulled away.

    My happiness fell. “No Brandon, I’ll never see him again.” “Watch.” My Dad said pointing to the screen. Another one materialized beside it. It showed Claire gently telling Brandon of my death, then him breaking down in tears. It hurt to watch, that he was suffering. The picture changed again, Brandon was writing something the picture zoomed in to the piece of paper he was writing on.

    Dad and Claire,

    I’m sorry for what I’m doing, but without Alex in my life, I just cant

    Live, I’d be dying day by day, the pains too much

    Please forgive me. You may be thinking I’m too young to know what love is, but I know I’m deeply in love with Alex. I love you guys don’t mourn over me for too long

    Know that I’m with Alex and I’m happy.

    Brandon

    A suicide note. I thought to myself. I watched as he placed the note on his bed. Then grabbed a pill bottle and took more pills than he needed and died. A tear slid down my face. I didn’t notice a woman with long blonde hair and green eyes walk up to me. “My son loves you very much.” She said. I turned to her, “Your Lila, Brandon’s mom. “Yes” she said her voice light and angel like. “What you two have is true love, he took his own life to be with you and he’s waiting for you. “Brandon” she called behind her. Brandon, my boyfriend, my one true love walked in from the darkness. His face lit up as he saw me. “Alex!” he said running to me. I met him halfway embracing him. We kissed deep, sweet and passionate. He held me close his arms around my waist. “I love you so much Alex.”

    “I love you too.” He looked at me tears brimming in his eyes. “I couldn’t live without you, it was unimaginable, and I knew I could never move on. I couldn’t picture being with anyone but you.” “I saw my mom when I got here, she was waiting for me, and she looked just like I remembered. I was so happy” “I felt that way too when I saw my dad.” I said. We looked over to the parents we had missed so much they smiled back at us. “Your free Alex,” Lila said “you’ll never be hurt again, dying my seem like the end, but for you—for all of us it’s a new beginning.” “A new beginning.” Brandon whispered.

    “Come on; let’s show you your new home.” My dad said. Him and Lila turned and started walking. We followed the blackness faded. Green hills surrounded us with a blue lake in the center. There were other people waiting to greet us. Anyone would call it paradise. Darrell could never hit me again, I was holding hands with the one person I loved more than anything and had all eternity to spend with and no one would ever judge or tear us apart again.

    I learned later that Darrell was locked up for child abuse. My mom and brother moved and became counselors for abused children. So I guess this were I say the end. That’s my story, the story of Alexander Daniel Willson who was finally set free. If there was a theme to this I guess it would be that when you’re trapped with no where to go there’s always someone with a key to set you free.

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