Hello? I need an ambulance, it's an emergency.
"GET OUT OF HERE YOU DISGUSTING FAGGOT!"
A blow struck my tear-stained cheeks, and I felt my body crumple with the force.
But I didn't care.
His words hurt more than his fist ever could. I had to get out of here before I, or he, lost it.
I grabbed the door handle and wrenched it open, pelting down our gravelled drive.
"FUCKING RUN YOU NANCY BOY, NEVER COME BACK!"
I had only one place I could go, one place.
I turned down the familiar street and began to slow, my calves screaming in protest at
the wild sprinting they had endured.
Eyes stinging with wind and tears, I could only just make out the blurry outline of my
I only just made it and gave a weak knock when the pain, loss and exhaustion built up in
a wave of blackness that swallowed me whole.
I hope he's okay. He's got to be okay.
A weak knock at the door disrupted my thoughts. For once in the past 6 months, I
wished it wasn't him. Him telling me that - don't think about that.
I held my breath and pulled open the door.
There, collapsed on the porch unconscious, was my broken angel. A violent bruise was
swelling on his cheekbone, mutilating his stunning features. A distressed scream escaped
my lips as I bent down to pick my angel up from the freezing concrete. I dragged him
indoors and laid him on the sofa, not able to unglue my eyes from his face. Even in
sleep, his thoughts seemed to be haunting him.
He's not okay, my beautiful Mikey.
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