The Boy Who Came And Went

Sam, abused and told he didn't belong anywhere. He believed it, and lived his life like they were right... until now.
*Strong language may occur!* *You have been warned!*


9. Childhood and Alcohol

    “Wow. I can’t believe that you went through all of that.” Philippe said flabbergasted at hearing what Sam had been through for almost his whole childhood. Sam had it just about as bad as him.

    “Yeah. I lived through it, and I am still breathing now. Even if I have a migraine from getting hit in the head, but you know, I am still good. I just drift from place to place because I feel like I never fit in anywhere, and I don;t think that I will ever fit in anywhere. Now, tell me about your childhood and why you insist on living in the middle of the woods.” Sam said excitedly. He is excited to learn about Phillipe’s childhood. No matter how bad it got, Sam was determined to learn about him. Sam realized that he likes Phillipe more than he thought that he did. Now, I wonder if he is gay. NAH! I doubt it. I mean look at him! He probably has no trouble picking up a girl from time to time.

    “...are you listening? I am ready to start now before I lose the courage to talk about my childhood.” Philippe said, snapping Sam out of his own thoughts.

    “Yes. I am listening. Sorry, I got caught up in my thoughts.” Sam said, embarrassed about doing that again.

    “It’s fine. I do it all of the time. Anyway, to start the story… When I was about eight years old I guess. My parents always said that they hated me, that I would never amount to anything, and that I am a disgrace to the family. They kept saying hurtful things like that all of the time. Then, when I was ten, they began to go from verbal abuse to verbal and physical abuse. They would hurt me anyway that they could. Either by burning me with cigarettes, shoving me into everything, starving me, and even hitting, punching, and slapping me. Basically, anything that they could think of to hurt me they would do it. This kept going on and on and on. It began to get worse when I turned fifteen, and they found out that I was gay. From then on the abuse only got worse and worse. That is until I turned eighteen, after that, I left and I never looked back. I have been staying here for a while because it is too expensive to stay in a motel for too long.” Philippe described his childhood with a sad, defeated look on his face.

    “Oh. Wow. Why did your parents abuse you?” Sam asked, genuinely curious.

    “I don’t know. I think that I ruined their life. I am the “accident child.” I wasn’t supposed to be born, but it was too late to get an abortion by the time my mother found out she was pregnant with me. I think that she took her anger out on me for ruining her and my father’s life.”

    “Another question… um… h-how did the-they find out y-y-you were g-gay?” Sam asked stuttering and embarrassed to be asking. He is also a little glad that Philippe told Sam that he was gay. It was a relief, and even if he is confused, he will try to get Philippe to give Sam a chance to explore his sexuality. Well, what sexuality he has, seeming as he is still a virgin.

    “Well, you see… I was hanging out with my, now ex, boyfriend, and we were kissing at a park kind of close to both of our houses. They decided to actually get off of their lazy bums, and go for a walk in the park. They walked past and seen me, and they dragged me home, beat me for being gay, and then the abuse only got worse from there. My boyfriend got scared, and he dumped me because he found out what was going on at home.”

    “Wait, why didn’t anybody ever find any marks or bruises?”

    “They only hit me in the most obvious areas during school breaks, and during school, I got hit in more hidden areas.”

    “I’m sorry. That must suck” Sam said genuinely sorry.

    “Hey, you went through the same thing too, so we shouldn;t be feeling bad. You know what? We should celebrate the fact that we both got out of our houses alive.” Philippe said while walking over to grab a bottle.

    “I guess. What do you have?”

    “I have some cinnamon fireball whiskey, vodka, and regular beer. Plus some pop to follow the liquor with.”

    “Um… how did you get all of that alcohol? I mean you are only like what, 20?” Sam asked, stumped.

    “Yeah, so are you, but I know a guy,” Philippe explained, smirking a little.

    “Makes sense. I think that I will have some whiskey with coke.” Sam said.

    “Nice choice. It is my favorite. Have you ever drank whiskey before?”

    “No. I have only ever drank beer. I worked as a bartender for a little while before. Since I was underage, I wasn’t allowed to so much as look at the alcohol without supervision.”

    “Wow. That must’ve sucked. Being around all of that liquor and not being able to drink any of it.”
    “Not really. I don’t drink really at all because of my father. But some of the customers would buy me a drink, and I would drink it so that I wouldn’t seem rude. I have never been drunk before, though. I have only been a little tipsy.”

    “I have, and it is fun. Well, as long as you have ibuprofen in the morning. You know what? I am going to get you drunk. I want to find out what kind of drunk you are.” Philippe said excitedly.

    “What do you mean. What kind of drunk I am?”
    “Well, when people get drunk they act differently. They can act happy, sad, angry, or they can act any kind of way really. I want to see how you act when you are drunk. It could be quite amusing…” Philippe said mischievously.

    “Well, I guess that we will have to figure that out now won’t we?” Sam says, sharing a smirk with Philippe.

"Let's get this party started!!! WHOOP WHOOP!!!!!" Philippe said excitedly whilst pouring four cups. Two for the whiskey and the other two with pop to chase down the whiskey.


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