Jack looked at Hiccup. He was so hot. He looked nerdy and lanky to the rest of the school, but his boyfriend thought differently.

It was a Sunday morning, and Hiccup would have normally been forced to sit in a church for two hours listening to the preacher speak about things that he didn't always agree with.

He felt lucky to have not had to go, although he was sure his father would ask if he had.

His father.

He had forgotten to check the phone for voicemails. He had a cell phone, but his father was not the best at texting and seemed to prefer the home line anyway.

Hiccup checked the phone.

Zero missed calls.

He gave a sigh of relief.

Jack came up from behind and wrapped his arms around the younger boy.

Hiccup smiled and turned to kiss him.

Jack smiled back at him, "You're amazing," he paused for a moment, seemingly unsure of whether or not he should say something else.

"Can I borrow some shorts? These are getting kinda uncomfortable."

Hiccup was surprised by the question.

"Sure. Just go up in my closet. Should have something that fits you."

Jack found himself in Hiccup's closet, looking through a line of pants and shorts when something caught his eye.

It was a notebook, and Jack could tell instantly by looking at the cover that it was a diary.

He felt tempted to read it, and he told himself that he only wished to do so because he was concerned for Hiccup and wanted to know if his father was otherwise treating him well.

He started to push through clothes when the journal caught his eye again.

He felt like he had to.

One peek wouldn't hurt, would it?

Besides, he was only concerned about Hiccup's safety.

What he saw was terrifying. The first page he opened to was literally only filled with the words, "I am straight. I am straight. I am straight."

Was Hiccup's father that bad?

Jack flipped further.

The next few pages read, " Gays go to hell. Gays go to hell. Gays go to hell."

He was shocked. It seemed that he was only trying to convince himself. Hiccup would never think these things on his own. He was so oppressed in his own home. Jack knew that he couldn't begin to know what that felt like.

He flipped further. The words "HELP ME" were written in a brown liquid. Jack thought to himself. Was this blood?

Where did it come from? Was Hiccup's father hurting him? Was his little Hic hurting himself?

"Hey Jaackk?" Hiccup called from downstairs.

Jack returned the book to its hiding place and grabbed the nearest pair of shorts. He got changed quickly and bounded down the stairs.

"Hey Hic," he wrapped his arms around the boy from behind. He had to pretend that he hadn't seen what he just had, and usually he had no problem hiding things, but this was different.

He was so worried about Hiccup.