Why life hurtsMature

Matt has been hurt terriable. Jayden wants to be his friend, but also more than that. Matt's not ready for anything though, it's hard enough for him to open up to Jayden's friendship. Yaoi. You don't like then don't read. You Troll and Broly will curse you. Mature content so if your a kid don't read (Yeah like a warnings gonna stop you. Doesn't stop me.)

Chapter 1: Rescued form terror

Narrarter's POV

The door was busted down. Someone picked him up. He heard cursing.

"Boy? What's your name?"
"Matt, Sir. Matt Kingsly." He croaked out the name.

"Are you okay?"
"I would be lying to say I was, sir."

"What did they do to you?"
"I don't know."

"This isn't the first time is it?"

"No sir, the latest of many."
"I'm going to take you to the hospital okay?"

"Okay, sir."

He lost consciousness

Cop's POV

I was cursing my ass off. The boy was bleeding everywhere. He was so bruised and beaten you could hardly see anything else. My partner was dragging off the bastards who did this to him. Then I remembered something. Matt Kingsly had been missing for 8 years and had been thought to be dead. That might have been better for the poor boy. Matt was supposedly a very smart boy. He'd started high school at 6. Poor kid was a genius. Now he was just another innocent soul whose life had been fucked up.

"Who is he?" My partner asked.

"Matt Kingsly."
"The missing Genius?"

"Yes."

"FUCK!"

"I agree hole heartedly with that statement. I'm taking him to the hospital. Think you can handle the bastards?"

"Yes! NOW GET YOUR ASS UP TO THE HOSPITIAL NOW!"

I nodded at him.

Matt's POV

I woke up lying on a hard bed. I didn't feel anything. Maybe I was dead? I opened my eyes to see the cop from earlier staring at me.

"Matt?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"I hate to say this but... you've been raped multiple times over the last 8 years."

"That's the term for what happened?"

"Yes."

I curled up in a ball. I felt the fear coming back again. They would be back for me. The always said that if I got away they'd find me. Well I got away. I was doomed. He reached out for me and ruffled my hair like my father used too. I uncurled.

"Matt?"
"Yes?"
"I have more bad news."

"What?"

"Your parents are..."
"I know. I was there."

He looked at me with shock.

"You were there when they were killed."
"Yes."

The End

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