Asher I don’t know how long I was out before Liam woke me up, but all I do know is that I have never been in this much pain before. While passing in and out of consciousness last night, my mom tended to me - or she tried to. My dad got to her as well, and I was not there to protect her this time. I know she doesn’t blame me, but I can’t help blaming myself for everything, especially yesterday. I know I messed up since my dad set up this meeting for me with Evans, but now I don’t think my dad will even allow me to go to college. Besides, who would pay for my tuition anyway? “Almost there,” Liam mutters as we approach his house. Right now, I don’t give a shit about who sees me with him, my career is over, and everyone can kiss my ass. Fuck all of them. The car comes to a stop in front of his house, and he gets out, running to the passenger side to help me get out. “Easy,” he mutters when I stumble, and I try my best not to lean my total weight on him. I know it wasn’t the most oppo
Asher I’ve been lying awake for close to two hours, and no one has walked through that door since. Visions of my dad’s fist connecting with my face and ribs were still fresh in my mind, and they hurt just the same. This entire weekend was fuck up upon fuck up, and it started when I went over to Liam’s place. I can’t help but blame myself for all of this; if I didn’t go over to his place after the game, if I didn’t fall in love with him and fuck him, things would be different right now. Fallon would probably be riding my dick, and even though I can’t stand another woman’s touch, I would have endured it. “What a fuckfest,” I murmured to myself, my throat dry from not having had any liquid. What would happen now? I am in no fucking condition to play football and will probably be out of commission for the entire season. What use would I be to the team, to anybody? When my dad did this, he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he not only killed my high school career, but he completel
Liam Asher hasn’t been to school in two months. Rumour has it that his father has taken him out of Waterford High, so he won’t be coming back here. I haven’t heard anything from him either, and all his social pages are silent. Am I worried about him? Of course, I am; he’s supposed to be my boyfriend! I just didn’t expect his ‘goodbye’ that day to be final. Looking up at the school, I am doomed to spend the rest of my school days alone; I breathe out a sigh and walk inside. Might as well get used to the loneliness. After that Friday spent with Asher, I thought things would start looking up; I had someone who genuinely cared about me. Someone who wanted to protect me against everyone and was in love with me. How did it all turn into this? I guess I would never know. When I didn’t hear from him, I managed to track my dad down. The asshole turned out to be the the fucking Dean at Yale and had a part to play in getting me in there. This pissed me off so much because now I felt like I d
Asher Fuck. Oh my fucking God, this is not good. I need to get Liam out of here, so I grab him by the wrist and pull him behind me without even thinking. “He’s just leaving, Dad,” I say, walking towards the door and forcing Liam behind me, but my dad puts an arm against the doorway, blocking me. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, you little faggot?” He slurs, looking straight at me, then at Liam. “Taking your girlfriend home?” I shake my head. “He’s just a friend coming to check up on me, nothing else,” I stutter, trying to put on a firm voice, but my fear stops me. My father walks inside, and I take a step back, ensuring Liam is behind me. “Bullshit,” he says, cocking his head towards Liam. “Everyone knows he’s a fairy, so what would he be doing here so late at night?” I squeeze Liam’s wrist out of fear, hoping my dad wouldn’t take his anger out on him. “Dad, it’s nothing. Just let him go home-” Before I could finish my sentence, my dad’s fist connected with my gut and
Asher The church is packed with the crisp December weather inching into my bones. I’m staring at the faces of these people I have never met and listening to all the bullshit they had to say about my dad. “He was a good guy; he will be missed. What a great guy!” They spew as they give their eulogies, and all I can think is how far their heads were up their asses. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house except for my mother and me; we knew the real Benjamin Prince, and he did not deserve all the kind words everyone was saying about him. Some businesses were even closed down so they could attend the funeral, and my teachers and old team were all here, Coach included. I got so many slaps on my back that I knew it would be raw by the end of the day. Liam and Dr Marsh were here too, but Liam was keeping his distance for obvious reasons. Last week we spent our first Thanksgiving without my father, and my mom and Dr Marsh cooked an entire meal for us. I hadn’t seen my mom smile and laugh as
Liam To say the last week has been difficult is putting it lightly. Asher is back at school and on the football team again, but he’s different. He said that he doesn’t care who finds out about us, and I have given him time since his dad died, but he’s gone back to pretending that I don’t exist. It shouldn’t bother me this much, but it does. When we’re alone, he’s back to the Asher I fell in love with, but when we’re in public… I should let him come to terms with who he really is instead of assuming that he already knew. Maybe it’s the stress of the upcoming games before Christmas break, I don’t know. Or perhaps I should stop trying to make excuses for Asher; it’s up to him if he wants to change or be the persona he created to shield himself. Walking through the hallways on Christmas eve, bundled up tightly, I spot him standing at his locker with the usual three assholes around him. We make eye contact, but as usual, he’s the one who looks away first. Sighing, I head to my locker,
Asher I’m fucking stupid; all this time I have been worrying about what would happen to Liam and me after high school, and he already came up with a solution. After freezing up that day, I knew that it would be over for us, I knew Liam would never forgive me for not protecting him, and I was right. I’m nothing but a coward, and now as I leave his hospital room, it is even more apparent. I’ve lost him, all because I couldn’t stay true to my promise. Everything is different in the school now; the team are all awkward around one another and especially around Dale. No one has spoken about what has been done, but I feel that this team will implode once they do. All I can do now is run my team ragged on the field, and they’re all taking the punishments. It’s been a week since Liam woke up, a week since he said he never wants to see me again and broke up with me. I haven’t heard a thing from him, and when Dr Marsh comes to visit, she avoids my gaze. Liam must have told her what happened
Liam What the fuck did Asher just do?! I race towards the bathroom as fast as my beaten body can carry me and enter the nearest stall. Shit, I can’t show my face out there now; they will think I bewitched their Golden Boy! What am I going to do now? Fuck, will the three idiots come after me even harder now, especially since I’m pressing charges this time? Trying to level my breathing, I press my forehead against the door and breathe out a sigh, wincing at the pain. Damnit, I can’t do this. I thought I was strong enough to face everyone again, but today proved me wrong. Asher just came out in front of everyone after I told him that I couldn’t be with him, so what am I supposed to do now? I miss him so fucking much, and his stunt almost made me forgive him right on the spot. God, I want to forgive him; I want him to hold me again, kiss me again and tell me that he loves me. But I can’t allow myself to be a dirty secret, something to be ashamed of. So what if Asher just kissed me in