I got Sam’s voicemail, and left him a message. I never felt as alone as I did at that moment and needed to hear his comforting voice.

Since my dad died, I’d closed myself off to family and friends. That is until I met Sam.
He made me want to be happy again. To find joy in life again.

Brett came in and heard me say ‘I love you Sam’ into my cell.

“So Mommies lil sissy boys a fag,” Brett laughed. “What took me so long to figure that out?”

“Shut up Brett,” I yelled.
“You want your mommy to find out fag?” “You so much as roll your eyes at me again boy and I’ll tell her. Now go whack off to your boy magazines, ya little perv”, Brett said as he opened his robe and exposed himself to me, “Liked that peek ha fag? If you’re real nice I’ll show ya a lil more in your room tonight.. or maybe you’d rather I went in the twins room?”
I cringed and vowed I’d rid our family of this menace if it’s the last thing I ever did.