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Writers Block. - __-

-Raquel-

Hepless is an understatement to the way im feeling. All Dante is doing is crying continuously and I don't even know how to make it better because he wont talk to me.

He sniffled a bit, after we slid down onto the floor. His body almost completely curled up on my lap with my armms wrapped protectively around him.

I sighed a bit, not out of anoyance though. I think Dante looks so fucking cute even in this state. Im sighing because I want him to talk to me, so we can clear this up.

" nothing will stop me from loving you, okay? " I pecked his forehead and just went back to holding him. " tell me. "

He burried his face in the crook of my neck as he finally calmed down. " I. . . . I- "

" what, babe. "

He looked at me deeply before he fell into another fit of sobs. " I- im leaving. "

" huh? Why? "

" because. " he look another calming breath. " im just having a bad day. "

I was quiet for a second before I let out a dry chuckle. " is that why you've been crying for the past 15 minutes? " he mumbled a yes into my chest. " look at me, babe. " he shook his head no.

I kissed the top of his head sweetly . " look at me. " he raised his head slowly ; eyes red and sniffling. " I love you, okay? No matter what . Now tell me what's really wrong. "

" that is what's wrong. "

" yeah, but its not all. . So tell me. " I kissed up under each one of his eyes, trying to kiss his tears away but with the tears coming so fast there was no use.

" m-my d-dad ."

" what about him ?"

" he found out t-that im gay. "

" and? " I asked slowly.

He sniffed again as he pulled away from me. I thought I had said something wrong at first but he stood up and began too strip.

My heart rate picked up" do you really think this is the time? " I asked slowly.

He rolled his eyes at me and stripped off his shirt.

I flinched a little as I saw the bruises littering his chest. He lifted his arms to reveal several cuts on the underside of them and on his sides . " this is what he did ." He held out his wrists for me to look at. I stared at the purple marks around his wrists. " he tied me up in the basement. " he said quietly.

Im fighting to keep my cool.

For the life of me I can't stop wanting to bash his father's head in . My eyes probably darkened a bit.

I stood up and charged to the door.

Dante jumped infront of me though, halting me.

" Dante. " I said as calmly as possible. I can't speak to him nicely while picturing myself murdering his father at the same time. Im sorry, but I can't fucking multitask like that. " baby, move. "

" no. " his voice quivered. " you can't hurt him. "

" why not? " I raised my voice, 2 seconds from explodding completely. " he fucking tied you up and beat you because of who you are and you tellin' me I cant do shit about it? You want me to sit back and not- "

" he's my father! " he screamed, tears streaming down his face again. " as much as I was to hate him I can't! Okay? And no matter what he does to me I never will. " he sobbbed as he collapsed coollapsed onto my body. " please. Don't touch him. "

His tears softened my heart immediately.

I wrappped my arms around him tight, but trying not to hurt him. He flinched anyway but I didn't let him go until he was quiet.

I took a step back to look into his face" pack yo' stuff. "

" what? "

" pack yo' shit, GET EVERYTHING . If you think im leaving you here by yo'self to get yo' ass kicked again then you got me fucked. You coming over with me ."

" but Ms.Hamps- "

" she'll let you stay. . You know she loves you like another son. Maybe even better than me. " he gave me a weak smile. " so get everything. "

I want to drop him father ; it took everything inside of me to not barge down the steps and put him in a permanent state of sleep. The only reason I sat down in the chair in front of Dante's computer and to calm my nerves is because of Dante. He can probably handle alot, but I wont even put him through this.

I rubbed my hands down my face trying to calm my nerves.

Who beats up on somebody smaller than them just to get their point across? Let alone their own son? What kind of sick shit is that?

" im ready ."

I stood up and took the two bags from Dante's shaking hands . Too busy nursing my anger, to pay attentiton to pay attention to the fear in Dante's eyes, I led tthe way down the stairs.

As soon as his father saw me, his features darkened.

His eyes scanned me and landed on the bags I gripped tightly in my hands. He was pissed, I could tell, but he didn't say anything. He sat back on the filthy couch, sippping on a bottle off somethng that had his eyes blood shot and his posture slumped over.

But still, he kept quiet until we made it to the door. " if you walk out that door, don't bring yo' gay asss back. "

Dante flinched aat the hatred in his fathers voice.

I pushed Dante in front of me , toward the door to sheild him from what I was about to do. But he must have felt my anger toward him father because he grabbed my shirt and pulled me outside with him.

I gotta give it to him ; he knows me well.

I want to do everything im capaable of doing to his father. And that's the truth. He better hope I never catch his ass while im by myself or it'll be a whole different story.

When we entered the house the smell of food hit me. Raven and my mother are back from wherever they disappeared to.

-Dante-

Nervous ; the only work to discribe what im feeling. Im used to the physical pain my father has often inflicted on me , maybe my mind has built up a resistance to it because it doesn't bother me anymore. Besides, the real damage done isn't to my body but to my mind.

I stood in the doorway as Raquel entered the kitchen. He had dropped my bags in the living room.

He looked behind him and saw that I wasn't following so he grabbed my hand and pulled my into the kitchen. Ms.Hamps and Raven both looked up at us from their spota at the kitchen table.

I coudnt meeet their eyes. Embarrassment slowly but surely began to creep into my body.

Who wants to be in a situation like this ? Not me. I've never asked Ms.Hanps for anything more than to stay a few days each week . She knows my father drinks heavily, which is the only reason, I think, that sheee allows me to stay so much. I doubt this will end in anything good.

" ma' . " Raquel said interrupting the silence. " can I talk to you? "

" about what? "

" somethin' important, okay? "

She got the point. She stood up and we walked to the living room. I hid behind Raquel and gripped his hand tightly.

Okay, nervous is an understatemeent to what I feel.

-Raquel-

I squeezed Dante's hand back just as a comforting gesture . He needs to stop beeing so scaary. I think its cute but still. What happpens when im not here. . . When im away at college.

" comee on, Raquel, spit it out. " my mother urged me.

" can Dante stay here? "

" stay here? Why? He's already here so much."

" ma-"

" what does Taylor think about this . I mean, that's his father so he has to- "

" well apparently his 'father' likes to beat on him ."

My mother stopped talking for a while. " he what? " she finally asked.

I pulled Dante in front me. I tried to lift his sshirt but he had it in his hands tightly, while still holding my hand.

" what's wrong? " I asked him quietly.

" I can't. " he said as he looked up at me.

" can't what? "

" show her. "

I gave him a small peck on the side of his neck. " yes you can , babe. Im right here, okay? "

And slowly, he began to lift the shirt on his own.

My mothers eyes widened. " Dante, why didn't you say anything ? I could have helped- "

" he's my father. " is the only explanation he gave.

I pulled Dantes's shirt back down and wrappeed my hands around his smaller ones.

My mother stared at our hands for a while before she looked up at me and smiled . " no sex in my house. "

I grinned. " too late. "

" Raquel! " both Dante and my mother exclaimed at the same and I just laughed my ass off.

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