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"Dad please!!" He was currently throwing my stuff in a bag while standing in my room.

"No son of mine will be gay!"

"Mom, please! Help me!" I turn to her pleading for her help, but she wouldn't even look at me in eyes. My dad grab my wrist.

"Please dad you are hurting me!" I couldn't help the cries anymore it just starting falling uncontrollably.

"Everything I did for you and you tell me your gay. You think I'll allow you to continue to be here. You're not accepted here no more." He said pulling me down the steps with a bag of my clothes.

"Where am I going to go? You can't throw your only child out! It's not right." I said between my cries.

"Maybe few months will get you to learn your lesson. Then you will realize you are not gay." He said pushing me out the door. He threw my stuff in face. Which hit me in the face and I fell to the ground.

"Dad please!" I cried on the ground.

"I have no children." He yelled then slammed the door. I was laying in the lawn holding my face from the bruise I just received. God, please help me. I don't know what I will do.

I snapped awoke.

It's been awhile since I've been able to sleep without having that dream. I wake up with sweats and breathing uncontrollably.

I felt the cold winds hit my face while I try to get comfortable. Sometimes I forget how cold it is, but this my life now.

My name is Zachary I'm 20 years old and I've been living on streets since I was 18. It is hard to believe that this if it. I have nothing, but where I lay.

I tried to go to my friends that I thought was my real friends, but they ditched me. They told me because there parents were friends with mine and they didn't want to jeopardize there families.

So I have no one. I have been able to obtain a raggedy blanket and card board box to lay on. I've been laying behind a chipotle for past year.

They always have left overs for me. It's this old women that works there and she always tries to give me scrapes.

I use to go to homeless shelters, but there always full it's never guaranteed. I use to hold up sign, but people sometimes think I'm faking and the money I do get people try to take it. So I just try my best to survive.

I don't know why because sometimes it's hard and I cry myself to sleep every night.

It's winter time and it's been really hard with the weather changes. It was morning time. I really didn't have change of underwear I only had two pairs and they were old.

I try my best to go into bathroom with these restaurants but they don't like dirty people being in there.

I got up to stand at the corner on the wall. There was a heater crate under in the ground. I was trying my best to stay warm. I had little jacket on with ripped jeans and shoes with no socks.

A bunch of people would walk pass me not even say anything. I was definitely invisible no question about it.

"Look at this loser here guys. Why don't we punch him for fun?" They all laughed.

This was a everyday thing people would just make fun of me and bully me then leave.

"I remember you, you are the same piece of shit that got smart with me last week. Didn't you?" I shook my head.

I don't talk to anyone anymore so I know he had the wrong person.

"That's right you loser I didn't think so." He said before punching me in my stomach and I collapse.

I just instantly fell to the ground.

I know that this is my life.

I can't change it.

I passed out.

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I woke up and realized I was still laying in same spot. No one saw me here to bother to stop there beautiful day to see if I was okay.

Why would they? I don't matter.

I mean nothing to this universe. I'm waste of space.

I got up and started to limp and walk to my home. I usually try to stay close to my home.

That's when I messed up I bumped into someone. I felt hands go to my hips to keep me from falling.

I blushed. I never had someone hands on my hips before.

"I-I so sorry." I whispered."

"It's okay." Husky voice said.

I didn't even bother to look up I figure they would want nothing to do with me.

I continue to limp to my home. Once I got there I went through chipotle trash can and saw some bacon

I just ate that and laid down on my bed. I cuddled into my blanket and let the darkness consume me.

The next day my leg started to feel little better I started walking little down to where all the stores were. I saw lot of people walking back and forth.

I didn't know what time it was, but it was a bar and club around the corner. People must have been going there.

Hours later

"Guys this is the loser I was t-ttttelling you about!" I was on floor and hurdle. It was bunch drunken idiots falling over.

"Let's punch the fag. He doesn't talk." They rolled me over and started kicking me. I couldn't fault back the tears that came down my face.

"No one is here for you fag! Just die!" One of them said.

All I felt was kicking to my stomachs.

I knew this was it. I was going die.

"Hey! Stop it! I'll call the cops!" A husky voice said. I couldn't make out his face.

He ran over and helped me up.

"Some guys can be just idiots." He said. I nodded sadly.

He wiped my face first before grazing it lightly.

"Where do you live love? I'll take you home. You're parents must be worried." I pointed to my bed in the corner." He face looked disgusted.

"You live here?"

"Y-Yes." I stuttered. I let go of him and started walking to my bed very slowly.

He was beginning to walk away, but then he turn around.

"There's no way I'm going to let you sleep here." He picked me up bridal style and walk me to a car.

He had driver.

"James, home please." He said to the drive when we got in.

He placed me in back and sat next to me. The car ride was silence.

We pulled up to luxury apartment. He picked me up and we walked to the elevator.

"I can walk." I whispered. He chuckled.

"I know." He said.

He put a code in and we entered into an apartment.

It was beautiful.

He took me into a room and it was gorgeous. He laid me on the bed.

"I'll be right back." I nodded my head and waited for him to come back.

He went into the connecting bathroom and brought out first aid kit.

Then he place me under the covers. He grabbed a water and aspirin to give to me. I looked at it strange.

"You have to take this okay." He said. I nod my head and took it.

I laid down and he started walking out the door then he was going to shut the door.

"Can you leave door open?" He turn around and smiled.

"Of course love ."