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Ian p.o.v

I can't believe they would send her to retrieve me! Why do they even want me to come back all they've done is hurt me, and all they'll probably do is keep on ridiculing and upset me even more. A range of emotions flooded me, fear, anger, hatred, and sadness as I have to recall the memories of the break and share them to Avi. I display a calm front so that Avi won't worry too much about me, but inside anger is ranging throughout my body, causing adrenaline to rush through my veins as if I am prepared to fight. And I am.

I walk over to the kitchen table and Avi accompanies me, and we sit down. I look into his visage and see I worried expression cross it, but I can tell that behind his eyes he's eager to quell his curiosity. I try to find a place to start, and it seems that I'm taking too long, for I sense a growing impatience from Avi. Finally I decide to start in chronological order. I let out a sigh, and then clear my throat, and then I began.

"The week I spent without you was terrible. All I could think about was you. I put on a mask to hide it so that no one else could see the pain behind my eyes. I thought it would be the best for us but, it wasn't. I was dying without out you. These thoughts obviously got in the way of me and Merissa's relationship. She knew something was up, she can read me like a book. She was prying into me for answers but I assured her everything was fine, when really it wasn't. Finally, the first Monday of break, she called me over and in a calm, but firm voice, demanded what was going on. I told about what I was going through with my sexuality, but I did not tell her about us. She smiled at when I told her, and she said that she knew I wasn't straight all along, and that she was just waiting for me to confront her about. I was puzzled as to how she knew, but she told me it was the way I acted and my routines that tipped her off. She decided to break up with me in order to 'liberate' me. We hugged each other and were crying on one another. I loved her so much, but it would be better to break it off now than later so it wouldn't have harder to do. I haven't seen her since, and it would probably be best to avoid each other because no doubt she has strong feelings for me as I do for her," I told Avi, the memories of Merissa and I flooding back to the surface of mind, and a wave a sadness washes over me. I fight back tears as I look as the down expression on Avi's face. "I'm so sorry Ian," he whispers in a dispirited tone. I look down at the table and continue.

"When Merissa broke up with me, it broke my heart, but it also gave me a self recognition that I had to deal with who I am. Merissa gave me a confidence boost, and I took it upon myself that I needed to come out, so I did on Christmas Eve, and it was the worst mistake of my life. I was never that close to my parents, when I was growing my mom was always working and my dad was in prison for some stupid drug crime, leaving only my aunt to take care of Allison and I. I thought they would have the decency to accept me for me, but when I came out to them I was instantly condemned. Allison was pretty happy about it, because her brother can talk about guys, but my parents weren't as open-minded as her. They're both Southern Baptists, and they used their misinterpretation of their bible to tell me how much of a sin homosexuality is, but I kept spitting out bible verses talking about love and not judging one another. I finally got sick of them and told my mom 1 Timothy 2:12 'I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet.' They finally went on about how it was not natural and how I would burn in hell and in the heat of the moment with anger guiding me, I told them I was an atheist for the hell of it, and that I was not bounded by their God. My mom put her filthy paws on my shirt and hissed, 'In this house we're going to believe in God!' I pushed her hands off of me and replied with, 'Maybe I don't want to live here!' She slapped me and then retreated to take everything of entertainment from me, claiming that 'the internet made me gay'. So she took away my phone, laptop, Xbox, and tablet. I had hatred flowing through my veins and I was going to march off to my room when my dad tried to understand the situation. He asked me why I was gay despite the fact that I dated Merissa. I didn't know, and I still don't know, and told him that. He asked the rudest question in the world, 'So you like dick in your ass?' I was taken aback for a few seconds then I came back with, 'You should know you were in prison for five years, so you tell me.' That was when all hell broke loose. My parents were attempting to 'chastise' me for being so rude and disrespectful, and wouldn't have had to if they were more understanding instead of being narrow minded bigots!" My blood was starting to boil as I remembered that scene on Christmas Eve. I decided not to stand down and get beaten, but rather fight for what I believe in, fight for what's right! I looked up at Avi, and I could see the fear in his eyes, with him trying to comprehend how someone's parents could do that to them. He is so lucky to have understanding parents; it still even amazes me how they could double team me to beat the living shit out of me. I decided to continue on with the living nightmare.

"When my dad came back home he taught me some kung fu to protect myself from bullies, and it came in handy. My mom wasn't the best person at fights, her technique was sloppy, and I put her out of the fight with a roundhouse kick to her temple, knocking her out. My dad, on the other hand, was a worthy adversary. I used my emotions, my anger and my hate, to fuel me, to give me strength to fight him. He has a bad back, and that was my target, for if I could cause him a great deal of pain I could get him to cease the fighting and hopefully reach an understanding with them. I was at war, and I did not intend to lose. I got a few critical blows in, but my overconfidence and feeding off my dark emotions made me sloppy, and I got my ass handed to me. When I awoke I limped to my room and stayed there. There was blood everywhere, and my lip was busted, but I was not going back downstairs to face them. I lost and I would have to spend the rest of my high school career under a totalitarian household. I felt like a Jew in Nazi Germany. My parents forced me to clean the entire house Christmas day and I did so without complaint. I was so down I had no hope. I did not see a light at the end of the tunnel; I did not have a bright future ahead of me. That was when the thought of suicide entered my mind. I would rather die than live with them. When everyone was gone, that was when I was going to do it. When you came and got me New Years' Eve, I was planning to do it. I did not want to live and I was going to get the eternal peace I've longed for. In fact, when you rang the doorbell, I was on my way to get my dad's beer and prescription painkillers. If it weren't for you, I'd be in a cemetery right now. I want to thank you for making life worth living again."

I came over to him and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. I looked up at Avi but all I saw was horror in his eyes as he tried to contemplate how my parents could be so cruel. He snapped out of his shock and grabbed me by the shoulders. "You don't ever have to go back to that hellhole, you can stay with me for as long as you like," he declared softly. I looked into his golden gaze and murmured, "Thanks, and I don't ever want to go back there." I leaned my head onto his chest and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of his beating heart and the blood flowing through his body. I don't ever want to let go of this moment, but unfortunately I will eventually have to.

The doorbell rang again and irritated, Avi got up to answer the door. I followed him and when the door opened, fear entered my heart as the figure that was my father stood before me. "Get your ass in the car," he growled. I smelled alcohol on his breath and I backed away, not wanting to go back, not wanting to experience another hell. I want to stay with Avi God damn it! I managed to collect myself to create a response. "No," I whispered. "I'm not going back." My dad started advancing, and I only retreated even further. Avi tried to stand in my father's way but my dad pushed him to the side, then he rushed me and grabbed me. I started screaming trying to get away from him. Avi, a little dazed, got up and started running to get me back. I reached out for his hand and he grabbed it, and it became a tug of war between Avi and my father. I struggled to get free and my arms felt like they were about to be pulled from their sockets. My dad gave one hard pull and severed the grasp Avi and I had. My dad put me on his shoulder carrying me as a lumberjack would carry a long. "Avi!" I screamed with my arm reached out. "Ian!" he shouted back, bolting to save me. My dad turned around and did an ax kick with Avi flying into the air before falling into the grass, knocked out. Tears flooded my face as I finally called out his name, "Avi!" My dad stuffed me into the car, and the child lock was on, preventing my escape. I looked out the window, staring at Avi's limp body, and cried as I banged against the window. Natalie and Kevin rushed out the house to inspect the scene. Looking at their unconscious son, then at me as my dad drove home, taking me back to the gulag I desperately tried to escape from