Do you know what it feels like to be scared at home and at school? I don't know, I'm just asking. That's how I feel every time I go to school, scared Alex might hurt me. And also, scared of going home, scared my cousin and brother will lay their fists on me. I am so scared. That's what I feel when I'm walking to school, Rhys beside me.
He knows something is wrong but doesn't ask. Good idea, because I'm not really in the mood to respond or tell him everything.
Before I went to school, my brother once again threatened me. He said the house would be better if there was no faggot like me living there.
I'm hurt, to say the least. I have nothing to say but to accept.
As we walked, the morning air was crisp, the sky a pale blue with streaks of pink from the rising sun. The streets were starti
