Adams pov

I was scared...why,why do i have to be gay. why do i have to be in a abusive family....why do i have to do this. i walked into the living room,i think my mother was in bed,recovering from her hangover. i sat down on the couch. my brother was out somewhere. my Dad...sitting across the room. i was terrified of him. he was such a homophob. i was shaking. he noticed to,he looked at me and said. "Why the fuck are Du shaking?" he stared at me...it felt like ages that moment..."I-i need to t-tell Du something." i sagte in panic. he gave me a look like what now.....now i need to say it now....why did i decide to do this. "Um.....Dad i'm.....Gay." i sagte startled. he looked at me in shock. he glared and got up grabbing his pocket knife. "D-Dad please!" i sagte in a scared voice. i was crying. his hand went up and slapped me in the face. pain rushed through me. he started to call my names....fag...dickhead...all of these names he was shaking me. yelling at me calling me the devils spawn...oh god make it stop please. my eyes were flared with tears i looked out the window...i noticed Phoebe over there. she was my best friend she had her phone, in her hand. looking ready to call 911. i shook my head no to her and tears flared up in her eyes...my dad then picked me up and slammed me into the wall. punching me in the stomich. but that was the least of my problems. he took his pocket knife,and put it to my neck. he was ready to kill me...i was begging him to stop. "You Fucking Fag!!!" oh please stop....then Weiter i noticed he let go of me. he was on the ground...my brother was on oben, nach oben of him. my brother was cursing at the oben, nach oben of his lungs telling me to go to phobe's i ran outside to her house. she opened the door,let me in....locked it. i wasent sure what was going on. i just know my brother and my dad dident talk for a month. and we did not talk much at all. Ram asked me if he hurt me in any way. i sagte no i did not want Ram to fight with him again. cause i know he would.....i Liebe my brother.


Rams POV

i was walking home. from my Friends house,it was fun we played video games..had sex yeah the sex was the best part. i was walking Home and i saw Phoebe setting on the porch crying. i walked up to her, i was wondering what happend,she was my brothers best friend after all. "Hey Phoebe, whats the matter?" i asked in a concerned voice. she looked at me and noticed who i was i was guessing. "Ram! Du need to get Home now!" she sagte in a alarmed tone. i was curious why. i looked in the window...."Oh fuck." i ran across the straße as fast as i could. i fucking hated him...so much i sware to god if he fucking hurts a hair on Adam's head. i will kill him. i ran through the door. and was shocked to see. he had a messer to my brothers Throat. i fucking tackled him to the ground. "GET TO PHOEBE'S NOW!!!" i screamed at the oben, nach oben of my lungs. he cuts me with his messer on the chest. god that hurt. i will kill him...i hated the fat fuck...I punched him in the face. and took the messer and threw it under the side table. he pushed me off him. i tumbled backwards. he started to get up. but i quickly got my bearings and jumped up. he kicked me. and i punched him. we have fought before...nothing this bad though...i bet Adam came out of the closet. we kept exchanging punchs. till my mother came out and stopped him. we were still cursing at each other. mom may be a drunk and not always there for us but she still loves me and my brother. she looked at my chest. she told my father to leave. he cursed me out. my mother patched me up,asked me what happend. i wasent really sure. i just told her,i came in,he was attacking Adam. and she knows i won't fucking stand for that. she nodded and she started crying she washed up my chest. ugh that fight...took a lot out of me...she sagte lock the doors. and she will go get Adam. my Dad is long gone so he should be at the fucking strip club. she came back with Adam. she was hugging him as he cried. i got up and looked at him and he hugged me....i wrapped my arms around him. and i whispered. "I won't let anyone ever fucking hurt you." we may be seventeen...but hes still my brother...the one who was there for me...all the time,through my sexuality. through my fights with my father....and the thought of dad....killing him...no..i will never let him harm Adam...i will fucking take Adam away if i have to. "Did he hurt Du at all?" i asked him. he shook his head..."Honey...did your dad lash out because Du came out." mom asked him and Adam nodded. mom hugged him tightly. i knew mom could care less if we gay oder not. it was a few days later dad came back. i did'ent say anything to him. and he sagte nothing to me. i still have a scar to where he cut me. it was like this for a couple months. then i started talking to him...for moms sake...i can't live without Adam.....i Liebe my brother...