His To Play

I sat there in the cold as the icy water fell onto me, getting me more and more wet until finally, I was drenched in the rain water. My tears were flowing down my face like water down a cliff. My head ached as the product of my intolerable behavior returned to center stage. My body shook in fear as well as lack of warmth. My screams of pain and depression couldn't be heard over the thunder. I felt I was drowning in my own depression whilst everyone swam in their happiness...almost...almost mocking me. A week ago I had gotten expelled from school for reasons I am not ready to speak of. I was afraid of my parents as they were still upset from my previous act, getting a tattoo. It was one of the color black that was drawn perfectly just above my...yea. It was a simple picture of two men screwing each other in the middle of the street. The simple words "make me scream so loud the whole world will admire our love making" written in perfect cursive next to the drawing. I never knew why I did it...it just felt correct in some sense. When I was going swimming at the water park with my parents...they saw it and to say they were enraged would be an understatement. Grounded from my phone, TV and my friends. My parents believed all tattoos were a symbol of submission to the devil. No matter what the tattoo was. "It was a gate left open for Judas himself!" My father screamed as my mother cried into his shoulder. I looked at them unamused by their little...act of disapproval to the ink on my skin. I remember them telling me I could remove it another time when I had offered to get it terminated from existence on my skin. "School is what you need to focus on for now, the "gate of demons" later." My mother had cried out after pulling herself together. I agreed to this and when I got expelled I broke inside. I was a very...how you say...naughty child. I was disrespectful and utterly awful. I was a problem child actually. I did very naughty things after I got that tattoo...some referring to it actually, resulting in my sentence out of school. Even before the tattoo I was mischievous. I was a very small person actually, I was sweet at points in my days. I really wasn't such a problem when I was sober, not saying I was intoxicated all the time...I guess you could say I sniffed a couple here and there. I liked picking fights but a fight could be hard to find at the best of times. I tried my best not to get in trouble, I hated my parents arguing with me because of the idiotic crap I did, I hated my mother crying, I hated my father shouting, I hated the both of them praying for me so I could be freed of the demon who lived within my body. "Too deep inside for you to see." My mother said when I questioned why I was not able to see this demon inside me. "Bullshit." I had murmured rolling my eyes in annoyance. That tattoo and the reason I was expelled also gave away my true s****l orientation. Homosexual...attracted to the same sex...sucking dick...no eating out any puss...FUCKING GAY ALRIGHT!! But enough about that. "Tsk tsk tsk." I had heard someone tut-tut at me as I cried in the ally way. Oh. My. Bleeding. Soul. "Look, this is what the twenty first century has become." A mans voice said in a rather irritated tone. I snuffled still against the wall trying to calm myself. "Little children on the street, drinking underage and regretting their decision to even think to take a sip." The man continued, probably noticing the bottles around me. I looked up at him and his grey eyes showed no emotion nor did his face. He had a black raincoat on along with matching rain boots, scarf, hat and gloves. The older looking man seemed to attract me in more ways than one. There was...a vibe about him that was just...wow. "To think one of you are this worlds future. This country will become godforsaken if we don't do something." He ranted on, starting to become tedious. His ranting was making my headache worse. "Oh shut up already, I get it!" I screamed making him smile slightly. "A brave little screw up, are we." He said, amusement laced in his tone. Jesus, some people are annoying. "f**k you." I said getting up, using the wall for support. The man laughed at my words and his laugh made me want to-no, got to keep the first chapter clean...ish. "Wouldn't you like to." The man smirked. Those simple words were enough for me to blush. He was already attractive and such a...mans man to. "Would you like to come to my apartment. You don't look like you have anywhere to go." He offered with a smile. Was I really going to do this? Unless you want to be in the rain...then yes *Sigh* "Alright." I said lowly. His smile turned into a sexy smirk which made me twitch. We began walking down the street in silence until we got to a building. It was small on the outside and I was hoping it was one of those "don't judge a book by its cover" type of things. My own house is cramped enough as it is. We walked in and went up two flights of stairs until we got to a hallway with apartment doors on the sides. His door being the only black one there. He took out keys and unlocked the door letting me in first. After that I realized my mistake and so did he. That laugh again...oh my soul it's beautiful. I looked down, my cheeks flushing whilst I held in my tears. I didn't like being laughed at, it was never a nice thing for me. "I see your not straight like I thought." He said calming down. I just glanced up at him then returned my gaze to the floor. It was silent for a minute or so until I finally spoke. "C-can I take a shower?" I questioned, feeling cold, wet and dirty. He smiled and motioned for me to follow him. He opened a white door and behind it was a beautiful bathroom. Everything about him was...just beautiful to me. He gave me extra clothes and let me shower. I got out the shower once I was done and put on the clothes he had given me. The clothes were way bigger than what I wore, must've been his clothes. I walked out the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen where he said he'd be. I walked in to see him in what seemed to be his sleep wear. A white muscle shirt and long black pajama pants with black morning shoes. The muscle shirt sure did live up to its name because it showed off his muscles perfectly. Showed his perfectly tan skin...how I'd love to just kiss that skin. His hair was dry and its color was more visible. A dark red, a very...beautiful color for him. He turned around and smiled at me sweetly. "Tell me, how did you end up in the ally way." He said sitting at the table. It's only right to tell him right... ________ A/N So this is my new story and I hope that you've enjoyed the first chapter so far. I'd just like to say that this story is going to be mature and that it's not really for homophobic people. WARNINGS! Mature content/themes: Use of drugs. Language. Sex. Violence. Use of alcohol. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Vote. Comment. Share. Follow. Duces. :-/I Alright.