Oh Boy

Spencer, a young lad that has been abandoned by his family on the streets, hated by his friends and disowned at the age of fourteen. "Actually, thrown out onto the streets after being abused for years." simply because.. "Why?" " 'Cause I am gay." - - - Spencer who was thrown out onto the rough streets of New York at the young age of fourteen, has finally come to the edge. He felt as if there's a hole in his heart- an important piece is missing. Suffering from night-terrors of his past, panic attacks and anxiety, he neither can't bring himself to trust anyone nor settle down after nine long years of loneliness. Spencer has done everything for survival but one thing he didn't, is to find a person to spend the rest of his life with. He is scared of returning to the same past that he has been hunted by for as long as he can remember- scared of the moment when he finally has to tell everything and then the other party just runs away. And so, he built a big and thick wall- distancing himself from the "rest". Add to that- also a fake facade. Playing nice, stubborn, happy with a smile is simple- like a child's play- to Spencer. He has been doing the same gestures for years now and easily got used it. That is until he realized that the money he have been saving, or tried to save for the past nine years, is gone. Someone has broken into his small house and stole the money. A person that knew where does he put his savings- in the nearest drawer in his nightstand with a lock that only one key can open, and only Spencer and his land-lord have that key. Spencer wanted his life-savings back and so he faced the old pervert with furry in his eyes. "Did you steal my money, old man?" He questioned as he balled his hands into tight fists. The fat old man snorted with a knowing glint in his eyes. A smirk spread on his dry, chopped lips before licking them with his tongue. "I dunno whatcha talking 'bout, lad." He said before eyeing Spencer with lustful eyes. "-But I could help ya out if ya suck this cock." He unbuttoned his worn out jeans and letting his semi-hard c**k loose. Spencer snorted before walking over, now standing head to head with the old pervert. "Maybe you can suck mine, you f*****g pervert." Spencer punched the land-lord in his stomach, making him fall onto the ground with a loud crash and a painful groan. He stepped onto the man's tentacle hard enough for the land-lord to scream in pain. "-Now could you bring my money back.. Please?" Spencer smiles. One of his famous fake smiles, showing his white bright teeth. "f**k you!" The old man grabbed the nearest tool, a pair of scissors that were randomly lying on the floor, before throwing them at Spencer. Spencer was caught of guard and couldn't dodge the sharp weapon thrown his way. Spencer screams in pain before falling to the ground while his hands lay protectively over his right eye. "You f*****g faggot. I wancha out the apartment by tomorrow morning, ya hear?!" The old man kicked Spencer in his stomach a few times before walking away, cursing him under his breath. Spencer winced in pain, groaning from possibly broken rips and a damaged eye. Acting strong is tough, because he is not as physically strong as he acts to be. Spencer let his arms drop onto his sides before leaning on the nearest wall. Blood covered his vision and his hands. He should hurry before the wound gets infected. He brings out his phone before debating whether he should call 911 or fix the wound himself. The third option was to go to the hospital which was five minute walk away from here and so, he decided to do just that. He didn't want anyone to question anything. He knew that the land-lord will do anything to cover his wrongs and so, he didn't want to risk anything. * * * "You will have trouble with your vision in this eye. It won't be the same again.-" The doctor paused for a few seconds before continuing. "-Also, it will leave a long scar- sadly. If you get headaches and even the slightest pain in your eyes, both of them, you are to come see me again immediately. Got it?" The doctor said as he covered Spencer's eye with a white bandage, circling it around his head. "-Luckily, your rips aren't broken but be careful, they could hurt time to time. Don't try to work out or do any heavy physical activity for about a month." Spencer nods, holding back his tears. Since he can't feel the pain yet because of the drug, he doesn't feel a lot of change except a few things; being able to see clearly only from one eye and- another piece has fallen from his heart. He isn't only lonely anymore but he also has damaged vision. I doubt anyone would be interested in me now. He thinks to himself before signing some documents and carefully leaving the hospital. "My name is Spencer, a twenty-three years old man- Lonely and wounded. I am a broken man who desperately needs a healer." This happened three months ago.