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The boy on the Bench.
4 ReviewsFrerard ~ ''To me he was simply known as ‘the boy on the bench’''
Well guys, if any of you read my other story you'll know i've had nothing to do all week so i wrote this while struggling to figure what to write in the next chapter of 'Need a little Magic?'. Anyway i sent this to colin and he told me to post it. since i'm actually so bored i thought i'd Get your oponions on it:3
Also i'm doing my best but i might not update my other story on sunday because i just can't seem write it Properly. on with the story:)
I Pushed the park gate open feeling the cracked paint and cold metal on my numb fingers. I threw my bag on the grass land and sat myself down on the old rubber swing. My fingers wrapped themselves around the ice cold metal loops securing themselves through the holes. The clouds were holding back the droplets of water classed as rain and I started gently pushing myself forwards and backwards. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey I had ‘borrowed’ from my parents and closed my eyes as I removed the top and swallowed a mouth full of the pain numbing liquid.
School had been getting worse recently. I was originally mocked because my mum is a lesbian therefore I have two mothers, and to make it worse people somehow found out I’m gay so now I’m the biggest target for bullies. I Loved my mothers don’t get me wrong - they were both beautiful women with high paying jobs but that’s what hurts me the most. Nobody pays attention to their achievements they just judge on sexuality and use it against them. I hated hearing people talk about them saying they would make the best lesbian porn or that they’re both slags because in my eyes, they’re the most amazing people in the world. Of course I don’t let all these arseholes walk all over me, I would never give them that sick satisfaction. But it certainly doesn’t help me with my confidence when they‘re throwing insults at me. Not matter what people say, having daily beatings and hurtful words thrown at you does affect you in one way or another, whether it’s small or big, it affects you. My lips are still bleeding from the force of the punches I received after being teamed up against. I Guess it didn’t help that I said “I’m gay and can still get more pussy than you can” towards David. He isn’t a jock but he’s got a serious anger problem and a lot of people willing to do anything for him.
My phone vibrated so and I dug my hand through my deep pockets and pulled it out. The message was from my Birth mum - linda. I felt guilty almost instantly, my mum had gone through even more shit than I have and she didn’t need an outcast of a son. They both have such high hopes for me. I didn’t bother reading her message knowing it’d say something that’d make him feel guilty for feeling so terrible. I took another swig from the bottle leaving a quarter of the liquid left imagining the reaction from my mothers I’d get if I’d walked in drunk, beaten up and depressed. They’d never be angry at me, just incredibly disappointed - and i don’t feel like badly hurting the only people who would love me. I slowly poured the rest of the alcohol onto the ground dumping the glass bottle into the trash can next to me.
My ears were distracted by the sound of the gate reopening and feet shuffling along the solid ground. My eyes shifted to the body on the other side of the park. There was a tall boy hiding behind his short raven coloured hair only showing his dry pink lips and rosy red cheeks that somehow mixed with his pale milk white skin tone. His slim body was covered in black. His worn out leather Jacket to his obviously brand new doc Martians. He was incredibly cute and it took my breath away at how beautiful he was. His long arms held a sketchpad which he opened as he sat down on the splintering wood beneath him. He pulled out a sharp pencil and stated smiling as he lost himself in his own little world. I had seen him many times before . Mostly here at the park, it was like he had a schedule, every day he would arrive at four and not leave till six or seven just drawing away ignoring the icy wind crashing against him making him shiver so violently I could see him moving from down the street. I wouldn’t always stay to watch him leave but sometimes I felt like staying there till I forced myself to move. Sometimes I’d see him at school. He sat alone almost everyday at lunch unless some guy with glasses would sit next to him. I Don’t know his name which is odd because I know everyone around yet I’d been attending the same school for years and never even looked at him in the eye. To me he was simply known as ‘the boy on the bench’.
I diverted my gaze away from him and strolled towards my bag almost tumbling over as I lifted it up. I knew the alcohol was stating to take effect as I fell face first into pole that held up the swing. I felt a pair of hands pulling me backwards and lead me into a sitting position. I opened my eyes to see a hazel pair filled with worry and concern as he searched my face. My hair was pushed out of my eyes and soft fingers.
I watched him pull back and saw the blood dripping from his hand. I lifted my own hand and felt the red liquid oozing from my head and burst into a fit of giggles. The eyes just stared at me disbelievingly at my reaction. “are you okay?” he asked as my giggles faded and I came to reality of the situation I was in. I could see the look of horror in my reflection of his eyes. I moaned rubbing my eyes and pushed myself off the ground balancing myself out. The taller boy followed my actions and picked up my bag for me.
“here….” he whispered as if his voice was carried by the fresh breeze. I snatched the strap from his hands suddenly filled with anger at myself for being so stupid. I stormed off leaving the beautiful boy behind me mouth opened wide at my sudden change of mood. I forced the gate shut following the path towards my house. My phone vibrated once again and I realised I had ten missed calls and six messages from both parents. Not good. I Called Sarah and she instantly answered.
“Frank, where are you? Oh god… are you okay baby?”
I Always loved that. How she considered me as her own boy - not just a step-son she was forced to see everyday until I moved out. She actually wanted to care for Me. I sighed down the phone. “I’m fine mom…. Be home in a minute I’m just walking around the corner” I replied as I allowed my legs to carry me further onwards. Within seconds of stepping onto the street and hanging up the phone I saw my moms running towards me to embrace me in a bone crushing hug. They pulled me towards the house and sat me on the sofa. “What the hell where you thinking frank? What if something happened? Oh god” Sarah’s eyes widened as she saw the cut that had hidden itself but not enough to be invisible. She grabbed some tissue and licked it to wipe away the dried blood. When she finished I silently sobbed into their arms. We sat there on the sofa as Linda pulled a blanket over us and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“so are you going to tell us what happened today?” she asked with pleading eyes.
I Couldn’t lie to her or Sarah. They were the only people who would listen to me, treat me like a best friend when they needed to but still put in their parental advice.
“they… found out last Friday…. Made my life hell today…. I knew what was coming so I stole the whiskey. I’m so sorry mom, and you Sarah, I love you both so much and I keep bringing you both down to my sorry excuse of a life”. They both tightened their arms around me a kissed my forehead. This time it was Sarah to speak.
“Oh baby, they’re just uneducated twats. They are clueless about the fact that if they keep this up then they wont have a chance in life and When they’re wishing they paid more attention in class than their popularity status you’ll be sitting their scoffing in their faces when they beg you for a job. Were here to talk to you for everything and one day you’ll find a nice attractive boy who’ll take your breath away both emotionally and physically” she winked hoping he’d know she was hinting towards sex and carried on “he’ll give you the most romantic time of your life. And as for that whiskey - as long as you promise not to steal anymore I’ll forgive you”
I rubbed the tears from my eyes and nodded curling deeper into their arms and sighed thanking them for just talking to him. After kissing them both on the cheek he made his way to his bedroom and pulled the cover over himself not bothering with the clothes he was wearing. I stared at the boring black ceiling rethinking about the events that had occurred. I had always been different but now I was gonna really pay for it.
All he could think about was how life’s going to get harder than it already was, and that gorgeous boy from the park.
Also i'm doing my best but i might not update my other story on sunday because i just can't seem write it Properly. on with the story:)
I Pushed the park gate open feeling the cracked paint and cold metal on my numb fingers. I threw my bag on the grass land and sat myself down on the old rubber swing. My fingers wrapped themselves around the ice cold metal loops securing themselves through the holes. The clouds were holding back the droplets of water classed as rain and I started gently pushing myself forwards and backwards. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey I had ‘borrowed’ from my parents and closed my eyes as I removed the top and swallowed a mouth full of the pain numbing liquid.
School had been getting worse recently. I was originally mocked because my mum is a lesbian therefore I have two mothers, and to make it worse people somehow found out I’m gay so now I’m the biggest target for bullies. I Loved my mothers don’t get me wrong - they were both beautiful women with high paying jobs but that’s what hurts me the most. Nobody pays attention to their achievements they just judge on sexuality and use it against them. I hated hearing people talk about them saying they would make the best lesbian porn or that they’re both slags because in my eyes, they’re the most amazing people in the world. Of course I don’t let all these arseholes walk all over me, I would never give them that sick satisfaction. But it certainly doesn’t help me with my confidence when they‘re throwing insults at me. Not matter what people say, having daily beatings and hurtful words thrown at you does affect you in one way or another, whether it’s small or big, it affects you. My lips are still bleeding from the force of the punches I received after being teamed up against. I Guess it didn’t help that I said “I’m gay and can still get more pussy than you can” towards David. He isn’t a jock but he’s got a serious anger problem and a lot of people willing to do anything for him.
My phone vibrated so and I dug my hand through my deep pockets and pulled it out. The message was from my Birth mum - linda. I felt guilty almost instantly, my mum had gone through even more shit than I have and she didn’t need an outcast of a son. They both have such high hopes for me. I didn’t bother reading her message knowing it’d say something that’d make him feel guilty for feeling so terrible. I took another swig from the bottle leaving a quarter of the liquid left imagining the reaction from my mothers I’d get if I’d walked in drunk, beaten up and depressed. They’d never be angry at me, just incredibly disappointed - and i don’t feel like badly hurting the only people who would love me. I slowly poured the rest of the alcohol onto the ground dumping the glass bottle into the trash can next to me.
My ears were distracted by the sound of the gate reopening and feet shuffling along the solid ground. My eyes shifted to the body on the other side of the park. There was a tall boy hiding behind his short raven coloured hair only showing his dry pink lips and rosy red cheeks that somehow mixed with his pale milk white skin tone. His slim body was covered in black. His worn out leather Jacket to his obviously brand new doc Martians. He was incredibly cute and it took my breath away at how beautiful he was. His long arms held a sketchpad which he opened as he sat down on the splintering wood beneath him. He pulled out a sharp pencil and stated smiling as he lost himself in his own little world. I had seen him many times before . Mostly here at the park, it was like he had a schedule, every day he would arrive at four and not leave till six or seven just drawing away ignoring the icy wind crashing against him making him shiver so violently I could see him moving from down the street. I wouldn’t always stay to watch him leave but sometimes I felt like staying there till I forced myself to move. Sometimes I’d see him at school. He sat alone almost everyday at lunch unless some guy with glasses would sit next to him. I Don’t know his name which is odd because I know everyone around yet I’d been attending the same school for years and never even looked at him in the eye. To me he was simply known as ‘the boy on the bench’.
I diverted my gaze away from him and strolled towards my bag almost tumbling over as I lifted it up. I knew the alcohol was stating to take effect as I fell face first into pole that held up the swing. I felt a pair of hands pulling me backwards and lead me into a sitting position. I opened my eyes to see a hazel pair filled with worry and concern as he searched my face. My hair was pushed out of my eyes and soft fingers.
I watched him pull back and saw the blood dripping from his hand. I lifted my own hand and felt the red liquid oozing from my head and burst into a fit of giggles. The eyes just stared at me disbelievingly at my reaction. “are you okay?” he asked as my giggles faded and I came to reality of the situation I was in. I could see the look of horror in my reflection of his eyes. I moaned rubbing my eyes and pushed myself off the ground balancing myself out. The taller boy followed my actions and picked up my bag for me.
“here….” he whispered as if his voice was carried by the fresh breeze. I snatched the strap from his hands suddenly filled with anger at myself for being so stupid. I stormed off leaving the beautiful boy behind me mouth opened wide at my sudden change of mood. I forced the gate shut following the path towards my house. My phone vibrated once again and I realised I had ten missed calls and six messages from both parents. Not good. I Called Sarah and she instantly answered.
“Frank, where are you? Oh god… are you okay baby?”
I Always loved that. How she considered me as her own boy - not just a step-son she was forced to see everyday until I moved out. She actually wanted to care for Me. I sighed down the phone. “I’m fine mom…. Be home in a minute I’m just walking around the corner” I replied as I allowed my legs to carry me further onwards. Within seconds of stepping onto the street and hanging up the phone I saw my moms running towards me to embrace me in a bone crushing hug. They pulled me towards the house and sat me on the sofa. “What the hell where you thinking frank? What if something happened? Oh god” Sarah’s eyes widened as she saw the cut that had hidden itself but not enough to be invisible. She grabbed some tissue and licked it to wipe away the dried blood. When she finished I silently sobbed into their arms. We sat there on the sofa as Linda pulled a blanket over us and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“so are you going to tell us what happened today?” she asked with pleading eyes.
I Couldn’t lie to her or Sarah. They were the only people who would listen to me, treat me like a best friend when they needed to but still put in their parental advice.
“they… found out last Friday…. Made my life hell today…. I knew what was coming so I stole the whiskey. I’m so sorry mom, and you Sarah, I love you both so much and I keep bringing you both down to my sorry excuse of a life”. They both tightened their arms around me a kissed my forehead. This time it was Sarah to speak.
“Oh baby, they’re just uneducated twats. They are clueless about the fact that if they keep this up then they wont have a chance in life and When they’re wishing they paid more attention in class than their popularity status you’ll be sitting their scoffing in their faces when they beg you for a job. Were here to talk to you for everything and one day you’ll find a nice attractive boy who’ll take your breath away both emotionally and physically” she winked hoping he’d know she was hinting towards sex and carried on “he’ll give you the most romantic time of your life. And as for that whiskey - as long as you promise not to steal anymore I’ll forgive you”
I rubbed the tears from my eyes and nodded curling deeper into their arms and sighed thanking them for just talking to him. After kissing them both on the cheek he made his way to his bedroom and pulled the cover over himself not bothering with the clothes he was wearing. I stared at the boring black ceiling rethinking about the events that had occurred. I had always been different but now I was gonna really pay for it.
All he could think about was how life’s going to get harder than it already was, and that gorgeous boy from the park.
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