I felt Kory go tumbling off of me and, despite the pain, my first instinct was to find Kory and defend him against whatever had just hit me. I could hear Zeke and Sammy shouting, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. My head was smarting so damn bad.

                “Kory!” I managed. “Kory are you okay?”

                He was lying partially under me, looking up in terror. I looked up as well and my eyes widened as Roger went to hit me again.

                Kory scrambled out from under me and yanked me out of the way of Roger’s fist. Kory and I got to our feet and stumbled back together.

                “Get away from us!” I snapped, standing in front of Kory to block him.

                “You little shit. I’m going to kill you for doing…that…to my daughter,” Roger snarled, advancing at me and Kory.

                Roger took a swing at me and I let him. If I ducked, he would hit Kory in the face.

                His fist collided with the side of my head and I fell to the ground. “Kory, get out of here!” I snapped as I ducked away from another blow.

                “Roger! Roger get away from my son!” dad screamed furiously, coming out of the front door of the house. “Get away from Trace!”

                Roger hit me in the face and I fell backwards, blood flowing steadily out of my nose now. I brought my sleeve up to catch it, a little dazed.

                Dad tackled Roger and pinned him to the ground. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you hitting my son like that?” he screamed.

                “He took my daughter’s virginity! Your worthless, good for nothing excuse of a son fucked my daughter!” Roger cried furiously.

                Dad’s face paled. He stood up and helped Roger up. “Calm down. Get away from my house and my son. If I ever, and I mean EVER, see you anywhere near Trace again, I will fucking kill you. Do you hear me?” he said, his voice deadly calm.

                Roger glared and spit on me. Dad didn’t hesitate to punch him in the face. “I mean it Roger. Get away. I’ll handle my son and you handle your daughter. It’s raining, and I don’t want my boy to get sick out here. So leave, and don’t you come back unless you want me to beat you within an inch of your fucking life you scumbag,” dad said, still calm.

                “You got lucky you sorry fucker. You got so god damn lucky,” Roger hissed before storming away from the house.

                Dad came over and helped me up. He silently led me, Kory, Zeke, and Sammy into the house. He handed me a tissue for my nose and glanced at Kory and my friends.

                “I had suspected that you had Trace. I’m not going to yell and kill you, because that wouldn’t change anything. Instead, you and I are going to have a nice talk about this okay? Right now. Your friends can hang out down here for a little. Let’s go Trace,” dad said, that calm starting to scare me a little.

                He put an arm around my shoulders and led me out of room and up to my bedroom. He gave me a gentle shove towards my bed as he shut my door. He turned to face me and I mentally groaned, realizing how fucked I was as soon as I looked into his eyes.

                                                                                ***Kory’s POV***

                “Do you think Brandon killed him yet?” Zeke asked as we watched TV. An hour had passed and we hadn’t heard any screaming or fighting yet.

                Sammy shrugged. “Probably. Dude, if my parents ever found out I had done something like that, they would kill me on the spot. Fuck calm talks. It would be vicious murder,” he said and shuddered. “That’s why I ain’t even risking it til I’m married.”

                “What about your parents?” Sammy asked after a moment of silence. “What would they do?” He glanced at me and Zeke. Sammy actually seemed like a nice enough guy. I had a feeling he only got violent to impress the other two guys. Sammy kind of reminded me of a teddy bear.

                “My parents would tear me limb from limb,” Zeke said simply and laughed. “Virginity all the way, man. I’d rather not die just to have sex.”

                They both looked at me and I shrugged innocently. “I don’t know. I guess my mom would be pretty pissed. I don’t think she’d kill me though,” I said.

                “What about your dad? Like, you obviously live with Brandon, but what would your biological dad do?” Sammy asked curiously. Zeke bit his lip and glanced at me apologetically.

                “My dad died when I was a little kid,” I said with a small smile.

                Sammy’s face heated up. “Oh…I’m sorry!” he said nervously.

                “It’s okay. It’s not like you would know,” I said with a shrug and a slight laugh.

                We heard Trace’s bedroom door open and we all paused and glanced at the stairs eagerly as Brandon came downstairs.

                “He killed Trace! I knew it. Poor guy. Rest in pieces,” Zeke whispered.

                Brandon smiled politely at us. “Hello boys. Sorry to hold Trace up. He and I aren’t done talking just yet. Don’t worry; he’s still alive. Just needed to show him a few things,” he said, rummaging around and pulling something out of a cabinet. He winked at us and went back upstairs.

                “Oh my god. He’s pissed. Poor Trace. He’s really going to hurt him,” Zeke groaned, staring at the stairs sympathetically as Brandon disappeared up them.

                “I don’t get it. What did he just do? Why are you giving the stairs sympathetic looks? I’m so confused!” I whined.

                “That was a photo album I saw once when we were younger. It has pictures from Brandon’s wedding with his first wife up until the time Trace was about one or two. Trace is really sensitive about his mom and Brandon’s going to use that against him,” Zeke explained, frowning deeply. “That’s just really mean. I don’t care how mad Brandon is. That’s a low blow.”

                We waited anxiously. About 5 minutes passed before Trace’s voice exploded out of his bedroom and down the stairs, making all of us cringe.

                “I SAID STOP IT!”

                His door slammed open and then Trace was storming down the stairs. He came into the living room and dropped next to me.

                “Trace! I’m not done with you. Get back here,” Brandon said, coming down stairs and glaring at Trace.

                “No. I’m done with you. I get it dad. No more sex. I shouldn’t have done it. I get it. You don’t have to be a bitch to me about it!” Trace snapped furiously, angrier than I had ever seen him before.

                “Trace. Upstairs. Now,” Brandon said.

                Trace’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Why? So you can tell me how kids fuck up your life? So you can remind me why mom left? Is that all you want to do? I get it dad. I’m sorry I’m the reason your wife left you. It’s not my fault I was born!”

                Pain slipped into his voice and he jumped up and rushed out of the house without looking back at any of us. Brandon pulled the side door open.

                “Trace! Trace get back here!” he called as Trace made his way into the woods.

                “Shit. I didn’t mean for him to think that,” he said miserably, shutting the door and dropping onto a chair miserably. “I never wanted him to think that.”

                I stood up and pat Brandon on the back. “I’ll go get him!” I said brightly. Brandon shot me a thankful look.

                “And Kory…let him know that I didn’t mean that. He won’t talk to me until he’s calm, and I don’t want him to think he’s the reason why his mom left. It was all my fault,” he whispered.

                I nodded and left out the side door. I went up to the woods and looked around for Trace, seeing no sign of him.

                “I guess I’ll just have to keep my clothes on. Wouldn’t want to get perved on. Now if I knew there was someone here, that would be different. I like a visible audience for my stripping,” I called out casually.

                “Kory, shut up,” Trace’s voice grumbled.

                I walked over and found him sitting behind a tree, hugging his knees. I sat next to him and smiled softly.

                “How about you hug me instead? I’m getting pretty jealous of your legs,” I said and stuck my tongue out at his knees.

                Trace rolled his eyes and released his knees. I snuggled into his arms and kissed his cheek. “Trace, I swear he didn’t mean for you to think that. He’s really upset now,” I said with a frown. “More upset than Pikachu when Ash got turned into stone.”

                “I think that was the only thing that made me cry as a child,” Trace said and let out a bitter laugh. “A fucking movie. That and when my mom left. I hated her so much. But she was my mom. I tried not to think about why she left but…I guess it is my fault. They were fine until I came along.”

                I hugged him tightly and kissed him. “Trace, it wasn’t your fault. If she didn’t want a child, she shouldn’t have had one,” I said.

                I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. “I didn’t cry when my dad died. Didn’t cry at his funeral or his wake. Didn’t cry once for him. I just cried for the lack of sympathy I had for his death. I was ashamed of myself for not crying. So ashamed that I did cry. Does that make sense?”

                Trace nodded. “Surprisingly, it does. Which is weird because you never make sense. I guess you and I are just a couple of fucked up kids, huh? Our parents just loved something more than us, and it hurt us,” he said with a sigh.

                “Trace, you’re so hurt from your mom. I can just tell by looking at you and listening to you. I don’t think you even realized it,” I said quietly.

                “Maybe I didn’t. But neither did my dad. Either way, it doesn’t matter. When I’m with you Kory, I just don’t give a fuck anymore. I really don’t. I don’t get how you can make me feel like this,” he said silently, pressing his lips to mine.

                “Because I’m Kory. Duh bitch!” I cried and slapped him in the forehead.

                He rubbed his forehead and glared at me. “You know how to ruin a moment Kory,” he grumbled and I smiled innocently.

                “No, I just know how to kiss a Trace,” I said and brought my lips to his, kissing him deeply. He pulled me closer as he kissed me back.

                “Trace, let’s go back inside. I think Brandon is calm now, and I feel bad for leaving Zeke and Sammy in there like that. Even though Sammy did try to help break my face. Which isn’t very nice. I wouldn’t look good modeling a broken face. Maybe I’d get breast implants to make up for it. Then they’d be so distracted by my marvelous tatas, they wouldn’t notice my broken face. Who are they? I have no clue, so don’t ask me. Am I rambling? Oopsie! Oh, does saying that make me gay? Man I’m hung-”

                Trace slapped a hand over my mouth and beat his head against the tree, groaning in annoyance. Well if he was so annoyed with beating his head against the tree, why the hell did he keep doing it?! Gosh Trace was so stupid sometimes. And sexy. Oh hey! Sexy and stupid both start with the letter s. I’m just so clever.

                We got up and he kissed me and sighed. “You’re so stupid and annoying. You’ll drive me crazy by the end of the week. But it’s raining, my ass is wet, and I want to go back inside and take a hot shower,” he said. “Alone,” he added when he saw my hungry expression.

                I pouted and he kissed me again before starting down the hill. I followed him and the two of us went back in the house together, Trace hopefully feeling better.

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