beautiful boys exist

Two Brothers. One Soulmate

Chapter 1: beautiful boys exist

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One week prior…

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Luca covered his ears with his pillow trying to drown out the sounds coming from his father’s bedroom next door.

For the last month the man had been bringing home the woman he was currently fucking into his mattress which, to Luca’s relief, left him off the hook of being the man’s nightly plaything.

It was only when his father was between partners the he deemed it necessary to rape his son because, in his mind, Luca looked too much like his dead mother.

Course, that was also the reason for many of his beatings.

Luca shivered at the thought and curled in on himself. It hadn’t always been like that.

Up until six months ago all his father had ever done was abuse him mentally and physically with verbal lashings everyday and weekly beatings.

It wasn’t until his father lost his job and his girlfriend all in the same day that the sexual abuse started. Luca hated it and felt sick just thinking about it.

Never had he ever imagined that his life would turn out this way. His childhood had been a happy one when his mom was alive. His father had been a hard working man who loved his family and was proud of his son’s accomplishments in school and competitions he’d won.

It had been Luca’s dream to be a popular singer so his parents signed him up for music and dance lessons at the age of six, lessons he excelled in. Luca had placed first and second place five times in music competitions and twice in dance.

It was the day that Luca was to have his first audition with an agency when his mom’s car was hit by a drunk in a construction truck. He had come out of the wreck with non life threatening injuries but his mother hadn’t been so lucky.

She died three days later from complications during surgery and to this day his father blamed him for his mother’s death.

Rolling over, Luca let out a sigh as he looked at the picture of him and his mom that was on his bedside table.

It had been taken four years ago when he was thirteen and he had just won his fifth singing competition. His mom was grinning behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her cheek pressed against his. Luca was grinning too with his matching bunny smile as he held a trophy in his hands.

The two of them looked the same with their jet black hair, deep doe like eyes, and similar facial structures. It was his favorite picture and the last one he ever took with his mother before her death two weeks later.

His aunt had accompanied them because his dad had unfortunately had to work. It was also the only picture his father had yet to destroy.

Luca smiled at the memory of that day as tears filled his eyes. “Mum,” he whispered, “I miss you.” He’d hate to have his mother see what he and his father had become since her death and he wiped a lone tear off his cheek as he rolled over.

The noises from his father’s room started to get louder as the woman began to scream in ecstasy. The headboard to the bed began banging harder against the wall.

With a groan, Luca reached into his night stand to pull out his iPod and shoved the ear buds in his ears completely blocking out the sounds.

Thank goodness for noise canceling headphones as he turned up the music, listening to the upbeat sounds. Luca held the device tightly in his right hand and peered down at both of his wrists frowning at the fact that they were still blank.

It had become a habit of his, checking his wrists every night since his sixteenth birthday. He couldn’t squash the feeling of disappointment for his eighteenth birthday was two weeks away. With a sigh he closed his eyes and allowed the music to lull him to sleep.

The next morning Luca woke to the sound of his father yelling at the neighbors from the front door, his headphones had fallen out of his ears sometime during the night.

Climbing out of bed he opened his bedroom door just a crack to watch.

This was a common occurrence on the days his father brought his latest conquest to their apartment. It never happened however on the days his father would use him instead.

Maybe it was due to the fact his father gagged him almost every time or he would do it in a location that would make the least amount of noise. That or they just didn’t care that he was being abused yet they’d still give him sympathetic looks every time they saw him.

His father was always careful not letting others see him abuse Luca and never left any marks that couldn’t be hidden under clothing.

With a soft click, Luca shut his door and stared at his reflection in the mirror on the back of his door. His chest and back were covered in bruises while hand prints, burn marks, and scratches ran up and down his arms.

Some of the marks were old and healing but they were outnumbered by the fresh bruises and scratches he had gotten from a beating yesterday.

While making breakfast, Luca had accidently knocked over a glass and it shattered against the floor.

His father, who was suffering from a massive hangover, became so angry that he beat Luca right there on the kitchen floor. He even picked up the shards of glass and threw them at the boy.

Luca had used his arms to protect his face and head but they paid the price for it. It took nearly an hour to clean his cuts and remove pieces of glass that decided to embed themselves into his skin.

One shard had made it past his hands and nicked his cheek but thankfully it was a small cut and easily hidden with a Band-Aid.

Tearing his eyes away from his reflection, Luca quickly removed his pajamas, which only consisted of basketball shorts, and slipped into a pair of clean clothes.

Once he was dressed he grabbed his favorite sneakers from his closet, his favorite sweatshirt and beanie from off his desk chair, his backpack next to it, and his iPod off the bed before climbing out his window onto the fire escape.

He sat on the steps and slipped on his shoes and sweatshirt, shoving his iPod in his pocket and his backpack over his shoulders. Once he was ready he shut his window and made his way down the stairs.

He’d do anything to avoid his father in the current mood he was in, not that his father would notice him gone.

The early morning August air nipped at his body causing Luca to shiver and he slipped his beanie on his head so that his ears wouldn’t be cold. Least the day would heat up later and he wouldn’t be cold then.

To be honest his hoodie didn’t do much against the cold of the day but it was all he had as his father refused to buy him new clothes.

A lot of his clothes were either things he’d earned for himself with odd jobs here and there and getting paid to do other students homework or things he’d find in lost in found at both his schools.

Some were even hand-me-downs from the little old lady who lived across the hallway from him, the same little old lady who sometimes took pity on him and would let him hide in her apartment while his father was having a bad day.

She’d feed him and let him watch TV and he found her place to be a nice safe haven but he didn’t go there often not wanting to take advantage of her kindness.

Luca pulled his headphones out of his pocket and turning on his iPod as he made his way down the street, taking one last look at his bedroom window. An hour and a half later with two bus rids and a subway ride he made it to a five story brick building.

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Classes started at ten and teachers arrived at nine so he had a good two hours to clean the rooms as he opened the supply closet, located on the second floor, with an orange key.

Luca set his bag down and took off his hoodie, readjusting his long sleeve shirt, before grabbing the supplies he would need to start his job.

Normally it took Luca an hour and fifteen minutes to get the place cleaned up with practice ease though today it took him thirty minutes longer due to his sore muscles.

His first lesson didn’t start till ten thirty so he had a good forty five minutes to relax so he headed up to his practice room at the end of the hall on the fifth floor.

Once inside he locked the door behind him and flopped down on the small couch, curling up into a ball. The music from his headphones still blasted in his ears and he let his body relax.

Yes, this place was safe from his father, from bullies, from everything he knew that could hurt him.

There had actually been a few times he’d snuck in here in the middle of the night to sleep and just to get away from his father.

Deciding to get a warm up in, he changed into his dance clothes, a pair of sweats and a different long sleeved shirt then the one he was wearing, in his practice room before heading to the second floor.

Eleven o’clock we usually the time when the age group two years older then Luca did their lessons but there would be at least one practice room open still.

Walking the hall on the second floor looking for an empty room he paused seeing a bunch of students crowding around one particular classroom.

They were whispering excitedly, their eyes wide as saucers. Curiosity getting the better of him, Luca squeezed his way through the crowd, some people just moved aside when they saw him.

Peering through the window looking into the classroom he immediately noticed what all the fuss was about.

A boy he had never seen before, he’d remember seeing bright orange hair, was in the center of the room performing the most beautiful modern dance combined with hip-hop routine he’d ever seen.

The routine wasn’t the only thing that was breath taking for the boy was the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on.