Can't take it any more!

Gee's life was not the best...in fact, it was very far from it.


When he was just 5 years old, his mother and his baby brother Mikey had died in a car crash, leaving his father to bring him up alone.


On the day of the accident Gee was unwell, so he'd stayed home with his dad, while his mum took Mikey to the supermarket...Gee never saw them again, and he didn't get to say goodbye.


Gee's father, Don Way, blamed Gee for their deaths. He said that if Gee hadn't been ill, his mum, Donna, would've been taking him to school, and she wouldn't have been on the bridge when that 18 wheeler lost control.


Don and Gee had never been that close to begin with, but ever since the accident, Gee found himself living in a nightmare.


It had started with cruel words and neglect...Gee practically having to take care of himself, but it wasn't long before it progressed to rough hands, pushing, punching, and sometimes kicking.
When Gee turned 8, things took an even more unsettling turn. Don decided that he was lonely.


It was 2 days after Gee's birthday, not that he got to celebrate it, or even realised it had happened, but apparently, Don figured that Gee was now old enough for his next level of abuse...sexual abuse.


Every day, Gee would be beaten and kicked, then go to school to be tormented, spat on and shoved into lockers, before going home, to be beaten again, and quite often raped.


And now, Gee is three months away from graduation. He's a smart boy, so he should get ok grades, but it's art class that he excels in, and he's been offered a scholarship to an arts college in Los Angeles. They have even said that they would pay his travel expenses to get there, which is lucky, cos he couldn't hope to attend otherwise.


Time stamp~ Monday morning, first day of the last term of High school.


Gee woke early and crept downstairs in hopes of finding something to eat. It was 4 days since he'd eaten, and he knew he couldn't last much longer like this.
That was another of Don's tortures...refusing the boy food.


It was 4:40am, so Don was still snoring loudly in his bed as Gee slipped into the kitchen and raided the refrigerator, finding a couple of slices of slightly stale bread, a lump of questionable looking cheese, and 15 cans of beer...way to prioritise dad.
Rolling his eyes, Gee picked up the bread, and closed the fridge door, quietly.


Heading back to his tiny, dark room, Gee put the bread on his bedside, and got himself ready for school.


All of Gee's clothing, he'd gotten from the goodwill. The jeans had rips in them, and the shirts were mostly faded, but they fit, and reflected his taste for metal and punk music. They suited him, so he didn't care that they were at least second hand.
Pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, that weren't really all that skinny on him, cos he was so Goddamn thin, a long sleeved Iron Maiden shirt, and a pair of Vans that had seen better days, Gee slid his battered sketchbook into his messenger bag, along with his pencil case, and all the homework he'd been given before the holidays, and had managed, somehow to finish last night, then swung the bag onto his shoulder, picked up his dry, stale bread, and tiptoed out of the house.


It was only 5:15am, and school wasn't due to start until 8, so he would have to find somewhere to spend the next 2 hours 45 minutes, that was as far from his dad as humanly possible, and out of sight of the school's bullies when they arrived.
Gee knew the perfect place...the front step of Rosebud's Sweet Shop, on Joralemon Street.


The owner, a lady called Rose-Marie Buddle, would always give him a few sweets for free if he was upset, and had fed him and hidden him from his bullies on more than one occasion.
Of course, the shop wouldn't be open until 7, but Gee was sure that Rosy, as she'd instructed him to call her, would have no objection to his hanging out in front of her store till then.


When he reached Rosebud's, having eaten his stale bread on the way, Gee settled down on the step, and retrieved his sketchbook and pencil case from his bag, before turning to the drawing he'd been working on for the last week or so, and continued trying to perfect the picture.
It was a portrait of a man he'd seen on the last day of the previous term.


Gee was just leaving the nurse's room, after having a panic attack in Spanish class, when Mr Cortez shouted at him for not knowing the Spanish for "I want to hire a bicycle", when he'd literally bumped into this man as he left the principle's office.
The man apologised, saying that he wasn't looking where he was going, then winked at the startled boy, and walked away.


Gee hadn't been able to get him off his mind since that day, even though he knew that he would probably never see him again.
The man was a fraction shorter than average, with bronzed and tattooed skin, including what appeared to be a scorpion on the side of his neck. He had a strong jawline, big, heavily lidded hazel eyes, and a wide, bright smile, that sent bats flying laps around Gee's stomach.
The guy was beautiful, and Gee knew he'd never stand a chance with someone like that, but it was ok to dream, right?


Gee added flashes of colour to the man's eyes...God, how he wanted to drown in those eyes.
Gee sighed.


"Never gonna happen..."


He murmured to himself.


"He'd never want a loser like me."


Gee looked at the cheap plastic watch on his wrist, and saw that it was nearly 7.
1 more hour, and Hell begins again.
He sighed. 3 months, and he could leave this nightmare behind...he just had to survive those 3, long months.


He just wasn't so sure that he could.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl being over ambitious again, and starting yet another story!!..

So I've had this idea in my head for a while, and decided I might as well give it a go, so, hope you enjoy, but I gotta warn you, it's not gonna be pretty, and it may not have a happy ending!

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
<3 Love ya!