Used and Abused pt 1

A gay story I wrote in my blog. Gay contents! Don't like it, don't read it!

A little more makeup for another little scar. Long sleeves to cover the bruises. Mustn't let anyone see the mark of the abused.

It had been another night of dad being drunk and me protecting my little brother, Demi. He came in with his book-bag on and his big eyes looking up at me in wonder. "Wha's that?" He asked innocently, pointing to the foundation in my hands.

I smiled. "Its to make me look pretty, Demi." I said softly and kissed his head.

“Oh! Well can I have some, Esau?” He giggled.

I chuckled. “You’re already so pretty, Demi...” I said.

“But so are you! But you still wear the stuff!” He frowned.

“Well I’ll let you wear some when you get home.” I ruffled his hair.

He pouted. “Please, Esau?” He whined.

I sighed. “Alright buddy... Just a little... But you can’t tell daddy. Or he’ll want some too.” I whispered and got a little blob of foundation then smeared it on his rosy cheeks.

He giggled. “It tickles!” He squeaked.

I chuckled again and rubbed it into his face. “So pretty...” I kissed his hair and hid my make up then took him to wait for his bus. “Are you going to have a good day today?” I asked.

He nodded. “We’re gonna have cookies today for snack! I’ll color you a picture today too!” He beamed.

I hugged him tight and smiled as his bus came. “Have a good day. I’ll pick you up after school and we’ll get ice cream. Ok?” I let him get on the bus and waved to him as it drove off.

I took my car and drove to school, going straight to my group of friends under the outside bleachers. “Esau! What took you so long?” One of the guys asked, smiling.

“I had to wait for my little brother’s bus.” I smiled. Demi was always my top priority and I took care of him no matter what.

We all talked and cut ourselves as school went on. I never went to school and they didn’t care enough to call my dad. It was like this every day. I would cut with my friends and we would stay outside school. They would smoke and I wouldn’t because Demi didn’t like the smell. “Who’s that coming over here?” One of the guys frowned as a tall, strong boy walked over. He looked like one of the baseball players at school.

“Y’all better get out of here soon. I heard somethin’ about the cops comin’ to break up a group of students outside the school.” He said.

I looked up at him, blushing. He was one of the more attractive baseball players but he was a jock and probably straight. “Why do you care?” A guy asked.

“Just tryin’ to help.” He shrugged.

“I’ve got to be on my way to pick up my brother, anyways. See you guys tomorrow.” I smiled and pulled my sleeve down over the fresh wounds. I caught the boy’s eye as he saw my cuts and smiled at him. “Problem?” I tilted my head and walked to my car.

He followed. “Why do y’all... I mean, why do y’all hurt yourselves?” He asked.

“What does it matter to you?” I frowned.

“Well it’s just that I don’t see why y’all feel the need to hurt yourselves. Ain’t nothin’ that bad, is there?” He frowned.

“You have no idea.” I growled and closed my door then drove off.

****TO BE CONTINUED...****

Author's Note

I fixed it >3> feedback pls!

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I love the start to this and it's sad to know how certain people don't understand why we choose to hurt ourselves. I used to cut, about 5 years on and off, but haven't cut since the end of June. Nearly 3 months and I couldn't be prouder of myself. Over the addiction, I have taught myself self control, so now I don't cut nearly as often as I used to. I really love this and love how I could relate to it :) thank you so much for sharing, it's a wonderful start!

[Tony Stark]

I'm the same! 3 months sober! Way to go us! ヽ( ≧ω≦)ﾉ

[I Am Svetlana]

Yay us! I even began writing a song this morning about temptation, dealing with the recovery and hoping to finish and post it near the 3 month mark :) I'm glad we can relate to eachother. It really helps!

[Tony Stark]

Well I'd love to see your song! I stopped because I realized that my reason to cut was kinda pointless >3>

[I Am Svetlana]

And that happens and perhaps that was for the best :) I stopped because I realized how much it affected those around me, what they thought of me and how they looked down upon me. I didn't want to disappoint them anymore, but to show them that I don't need it as much as I used to to help deal with stress. And thanks :) I wrote most of it this morning and I'm going to work on and organize the lyrics while I'm at work tomorrow. I wrote a lot of verses, so I am going to figure out which ones I want to keep and which other ones don't quite work. I hope to have it finished soon though! No doubt!

[Miranda Richard]

Wow, a really great start. Your use of detail is nice :)

[Holly]

Oooh, I love this. I was hooked from the very first sentence, I love it! I'm so looking forward to reading more!

[Winchester Saltgunner]

i was so drawn in and hooked on the first 3 words! that is so sad that the dad was drunk always my dads an alchiholic also and do u cut??? i was wondering from the hideing a scar i use foundation and consealer to hide em also...your picture is beautiful and you are a great writer please dont harm your self i know we dont kno eatchother but if u ever feel like picking up the blade please message me! i will help! and please keep writeing you have amaizing talant hun keep it up and keep a smile on that elegant face! :)

[Tony Stark]

I'm glad you liked it! I used to cut but I haven't picked up a blade since about the end of june .-.

[Winchester Saltgunner]

oh that good hun!! lol i cut the hell outa my arm i guss i went to a rave and blacked out and woke up with a wrist full a gashes lol but keep it up beautyful