𝕮𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝔂 1/3

He knew it, he was aware that his body was not acrobatic or anything like that, however, he jumped out the window of his room, tired of the arguments between his parents, when he touched the floor he entered the dark streets of the city no fixed address Why did his father hate him so much? He did not understand, and his mother, when would he have the courage to leave and stop being so submissive to him? Always the same, the same fights, the same insults, the same lament, when would it end? Or how much more would he bear it? It was Danny's thoughts.

The little illumination of the streets was his way to the old gas station on duty where I watch as the car that came out of it threw the money in the air to the young man who attended the place, it was incredible the lack of humility of people no longer surprised him, I was already used to the cruelty of humanity.

-- Danny - I call him the young man of the place - change that face nothing happens - Boris the boy who works in the place knew that his friend despised people who thought they were more than the others - better let's go.

Without saying anything Danny followed him to the abandoned street where they used to meet with his friends, he resented that people were cruel to someone like Boris who had to fend for himself after the abandonment of his parents, that even when he was not studying was the most intelligent group, was humble and good person, deserved even better friends. Boris lay down on the floor with his arms outstretched making a silent invitation to Danny who did not hesitate and placed himself in his arms.

-- Stop thinking so much your brain will melt - exclaimed Boris stroking Danny's cheek.
-- I think it's inevitable - was the short answer that gave
-- What happened this time? - I ask
-- The same as always - he closed his eyes to his contact - my father hates me and I hate him too.
-- Do not say that it is not good to be filled with hate - oh Boris, you are naive! It was Danny's thought.

The conversation was interrupted by the resounding sound of a bugle, they did not need to look for their origin, they knew who they were. The car that made maneuvers stopped in front of them, from which 4 people got off.

-- Today is colder than usual or are they my ideas? - was what Sam let out in greeting
-- It's colder - Boris replied, approaching him to wrap him in his arms - you're shaking!
-- A little if - I reply, accepting the hug.

A smile escaped from Danny's lips, Sam was a rich boy who conquered Boris's heart and vice versa, but even so their relationship could not be formal due to Sam's family and the prejudices of society would always be present to hurt them, they knew it well that's why that street became their refuge.

Lizzy the only woman in the group approached Danny to greet him, looked at her and observed the pronounced dark circles that her beautiful face reflected, Lizzy suffered from depression and self-medicated, ending up in the hospital for his imprudence, which is why they care about her. They approached the fire lit by Ryan who was looking at Danny fixedly while in his hands was swinging a lighter, he smiled and then sit next to Cory who looked anguished, due to the absence of Jimin, everyone was aware of the suicide attempts from the lowest of the group, he could also see a new bruise on his left cheekbone, had returned to fight in the streets. When Sam and Boris joined the group the chats and laughter began, forgetting that the world was repudiating them, Ryan sat next to Danny, taking his hand to intertwine his fingers with his, his hands were warm due to the constant play with the lighter flame, Ryan had an addiction to fire, it was the drug that called him, Danny was afraid that call would take his life, as it took the life of his parents, he squeezed Ryan's hand calling his attention, who watched him intensely to then impact his lips against Danny's in a kiss where their tongues danced in their movements.

Cory saw them with jealousy, he also wanted to be like that with Jimin, he was worried but could not appear at home with the appearance that his face wore, he did not want to worry him, but he was dying of nerves thinking about the possibility that Jimin was only, the last attempt of the child left him a horrendous macar in his wrists, he did not want to think about another possible attempt, he knew of the harassment suffered by the child in his school, and although he left one of those bastards in a coma, others They arrived were like flies. Tired of waiting for the child to answer, he got up from his place and called the attention of the others, who saw him go away and did not doubt the direction he had taken, they just hoped that Jimin was fine.

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