Tatum/Rath
"It's dangerous out there. Fuckin'... half these scumbags wouldn't mind throwin' you in a fuckin' ditch and takin' ya for all your worth. An' I know what you're gonna say, you're gonna say it's worth it, well it god damn aint worth a thing if you're dead, alright," he couldn't quite look at her. "It's just fuckin' scary..." he trailed off. "An' I know you wouldn't have to if I hadn't fucked up or if dad..." he sighed and shook his head. "We all fucked up," he had been trying so hard to stand on the ground he had been taught to stand on but it felt like it was all slipping away from him. He could feel himself falling, there was no coming back from it either.
"I don't hate you either," he said gently. His whole body twitched when she called him a fag though. "Why y'all gotta do that?" he snapped. He covered his face with his hands and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. "Why we gotta be so fucked up T?"
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