Misfit

"Shut up faggot." Drew's father snarled. Drew struck him across the face.
"Don't call him that."

Mike's bottom lip trembled at the word.
Faggot.
Faggot.
Faggot.
Faggot.
Faggot.
Faggot.

"Stop it Drew!" He choked out, his throat hurting as he tried to raise his voice.

Drew sighed.
"You're lucky." He snarled at his father and sat back down beside Mike.

"I don't want to destroy your family Drew. Jut let the state take me...."
He would either kill himself or run away before he let the state take him.

"NO!" Drew exclaimed. "No I will not let them take you away from me just cause my dad is an asshole!"

"Drew.....im not welcome in your house. I'm not stupid, I know when im not wanted. I haven't been wanted for sixteen years. I know."

"My father doesn't want ya. I do and my mom does. Majority rules. If my dad doesn't want youstaying with us he can suck it."
"Bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" His father sneered. "God my own son..."

Mike growled.
"Shut the fuck up. Saying that shit to me is one thing but saying it to your own song is something else."

"How exactly are you going to make me?" Drew's father laughed. "You're nothing but a worthless, piece of shit faggot." He spat, words like venom. Drew rared back and punched his father square in the jaw.

Mike said nothing. He didn't know what to say to that. He only gave a whimper as he hid his face.
"Is that what everyone thought of him?"

When Drew saw how bad the words hurt Mike, he drug his father out of the hospital and beat the living hell out of him.

"Mrs. Gallows...I didn't mean to cause trouble. Dont worry about it. The state can take me..."

"It's alright darlin'. Andy is a bit... ugh sometimes. I apologize for him. He WILL be kicked out of the house for a bit. He needs to learn when to quit. Just ignore what he said. Don't let it get to you. And I think Drew would kill me if I let the state take you." She smiled.

"Mrs. Gallows, I have only known him for so long. I dont think Im worth the trouble to him." Mike mumbled as he reached for the hoodie Drew gave him.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she noticed the hoodie.
"He gave you that? He bites everyone's head off if we even touch it. It's his favorite."

"He told me he didn't even like it or else I wouldn't have taken it.....I'll give it back." He sighed as he held the hoodie to his chest.

"No, if he gave it to ya it means he must really like you Mike. I've never seen someone get so close to him in such a short amount of time. My Drew is happy I'm not gonna let that taken away from him. You're staying with us."

Mike nodded slowly. Drew was happy with him, his mother didn't mind....And he loved Drew.
He wanted to stay.

Drew's mother leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"You're a sweet boy." She smiled. "Now I better go get Drew before he kills his father." She laughed and walked outside. She was used to the two men fighting.

Mike's cheeks heated up. He had never felt so loved before. His mother had never cared so much, or she was to scared to show it. Mike fell asleep with the hoodie pressed to his chest as he inhaled the cent of his boyfriend.

Drew was still breathing heavy as he walked back into Mike's room. His shirt was stained with blood and he had a black eye but his father was much worse. All the anger faded when he saw how peaceful Mike looked sleeping with his hoodie.

Mike snored softly, it was something that he did often while asleep.
He mumbled his boyfriends name once or twice, clutching the hoodie closer.

Drew's heart swelled at the pure love in Mike's voice as he murmured Drew's name.
"He's adorable." A voice said behind him. Drew turned to see his mother standing in the door frame.

Mike flinched in his sleep. His peaceful dream wanting to turn into a night mare as he revile his father abuse, all sixteen years of it.

Drew frowned and stroked Mike's hair when his boyfriend flinched.