Kids In The Cages (BxB)

OMG YOU GUYS ARE GETTING HIS BACKSTORY NOW!!!
TW: Smut, self harm, abuse mentally/physically, going crazy, REALLY BAD THOUGHTS, sooooo have fun guys!!!

"i-uhm-yes? What does that have to do with the conversation?" I ask, truly confused.

"I am Allie. Or-well- used to be," Logan said.

Does that mean-"I'm trans,"

"Oh. My. God. I'm sososososossososisososososososososisosisisosososoososososo sorry! I didn't notice! It's so nice to see you again!" I say wrapping my arms around him.

What weird information...but of course I'll support him.
He was one of my best friends...it was my fault we broke apart.

★The Explaination★

After the incident at David's home, I haven't been allowed to go back. And I didn't want to.

David and I broke off at that exact moment, leaving me with Allie, Ryker, Jacob, and Sarah.

We used to call our group 'All For One' because we would all stay with each other, and fight for each other.

That was before David left us.

David had always been close to me, attached by the hip. Not in a weird way, of course, we were only 8.

But, that same night that I left for David's, my father was out in prison. And I came back home without a baby sister.

My father killed her.

"But, why?" You might be asking, "It's his daughter?"

But it wasn't.

My mother had cheated on him with my, now, step father.

I was devastated. But I didn't know what my father did to her, he was just...gone.

But, my new step dad didn't seem so bad. He was actually really nice!

He would buy me gifts, and say he loved me. And I would say it back...completely unaware.

So, years later, I was 14, and my mother let the truth slip under her tounge.

I was so shocked that I left the home...for two weeks.

I went to school, sure. But I hid in the bathrooms, janitors closets, and in the theater room.

But what I did in there was another story.

★2 years ago★

I really don't think that I can call myself straight after this.

"A-are you sure you want to do this?" Ryker asked me, our bodies flush against each other in the disabled stall in the boys bathroom.

Ryker is my best friend. The only one that believed that I was raped by David's mom.

And today he confessed his feelings for me, and let's just say, things escalated quickly..

"More than anything," I said, with a cocky smile. Hah, cock-y.

Anyways, I'm not a virgin, only with guys.

My body count is 4, this is going to be lucky 5.

But something is different about Ryker. I actually liked him back. It wasn't going to be a fuck-and-go that I usually do., but more like a relationship.

My thoughts were cut off by Ryker slamming his lips onto mine, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me into him.

"Who tops?" He asked, wow straight to the point.

"Uhm, do you have more experience with guys?" I asked, scared that this is actually happening.

"I'm a virgin, you?" Oh shit. I'm going to have to do this.

"O-oh...I used to fuck around, I guess," I said, afraid to look into his eyes, even though they were calling to me.

"Well, than, I guess it's all on you," He smirked, getting us prepared.

~~~~~~~~~17 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~

//I'm NOT writing that//

*Knock*

Oh. Shit.

We were both butt naked, in the disabled stall, FUCKING EACH OTHER, and now is the time that a kid in a wheelchair actually decides to show up?

Ryker was on his hands and knees, and, well, I was doing my thing....

Yeah....

That poor, poor, exchange student.

"Ah! Het spijt me zo, het zal niet meer gebeuren!" He said in Dutch.

//I'm so sorry, it won't happen again!//

"This can't be any worse," I whispered as I shot up and put on my pants, Ryker doing the same.

Oh, yeah.

It did get worse!

"Who's screaming in here?" The vice principal said, walking into the mess.

"Boys, meet me in my office the second you get this cleaned up!" He yelled at us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

And that was when I started to get beat the shit out of at home!

"How could you let that faggot rape you!?" My stepdad would scream.

At least he doesn't think it's me who is gay.

I realized it that night too, just how homophobic he is.

After every beating, he would leave me and my mom alone, and go to bar that's across the street.

My mom would then ask me if I was okay, and If I needed anything. When all I needed was her.

I loved my mother, but, now knowing that she cheated on my father, the love hasn't been so filling.

My heart wouldn't get as warm as it used to when she hugged me.

I wouldn't cry near her, just to get her to hug me.

I wouldn't talk to her about anything personal. Only things that she specifically asked about. And even then, I would lie.

It so easy.

She says she hates me, then when my stepdad is gone, she apologizes.

She says she loves me, then beats me with a bike lock.

That hurt.

But no where near as much emotional hurt I felt at those moments.

I loved her.

But, things change with time, and people can help change the hands on the clock.

People can help reverse back to a time where everyone was happy and excited to just be alive.

People can help fast forward to a time where your own mother can't act like she loves you.

People help.

If it weren't for me running into Max last night, I would have walked to the beach, and drowned myself.

I was going to.

Oh my God

★Normal★

"Max!" I yell, running up to him, and tackling him in a hug, slightly crushing him.

"I need you,"