James Diamond was exhausted.

The encounter with Kendall left him emotional again; he shouldn't feel this way for a boy. He shouldn't be gay. But it was what it was. He was born this way and he can't ever change. He was still in the music room (missing class no doubt), but he just couldn't bring his tired body to move.

It doesn't really matter anyway, "It's not like anyone would notice." He thought bitterly. "After all, I'm just the school's fucking faggot."

Although, even he had to admit, he certainly looked the part. With his perfect soft hair, piercing hazel eyes and the fact that he was indeed gay. It was no wonder he was the bullies' target. High school was hell on earth and so was his so called home.

"If only Kendall knew the truth. What would he do?" He sighed sadly.

The only good outcome from being bullied was that no one ever questioned the many bruises that covered his body. Nobody knew the truth behind his bruised and sullied body. No one gave a shit about him. No one cared. No one noticed.

"Why would they?" He chuckled bitterly. "I'm a fucking disgrace, I'm a mistake. I should've never been born."

An involuntary shiver made its way down his spine as he remembered the hell that awaited him every night.

Just the mere thought of those identical cold eyes staring cruelly down at him while lashing his delicate figure caused another throbbing to his bruised body.

He blinked back the tears that always threatened to fall whenever he thought of him. The physical pain from the torture always came second to the harsh insults thrown his way. The pain thrust upon him was way worse than the one he inflicted upon himself. The bad thing was that he thought he deserved it. He was abnormal and he deserved this foul treatment.

"Just 2 months and I'll be able to escape. Just two months." He whispered to himself as he smiled what seemed like an almost genuine one.

James quickly realized he was starting to hyperventilate just thinking about it, and quickly tried to steady his breath.

Willing the dizziness and the mind-numbing pain away, he reluctantly stood up.

With a final sigh, he made his way out of the music room and headed back to class.

School was over which meant that he had to go home- also known as -hell on earth.

Trembling slightly, he made his way to the house. As he was about to open the door, he braced himself for the beating he was about to receive.

As he turned the door knob with shaky hands, he silently hoped that he wasn't home yet.

"If only I could sneak up to my room, I could just pretend that I'm not late."

Unfortunately, his hopes shattered as the door was thrust open by none other than his tormentor.

"James, well aren't we a bit late?" Said a sickeningly sweet voice.

James froze in the door way, paralyzed in utter fright as those ice cold hazel eyes stared right into his softer fear-filled identical ones.

"Shane" He breathed out.

"Hello to you too babe." Shane said as he smiled evilly.

Shane stalked closer towards him and leaned over him so that their faces were inches apart. He then reached his arm over James's and locked the door behind him.

The evil twin leaned over, placing his hand on one of James's clenched and shaking fists and used his other to grab James's chin forcefully.

He turned his lover's head to face him "Why were you late love?"

"I'm sorry." James replied flatly.

"Shut the fuck up you fag." He hissed maliciously.

"I-"

James didn't even have a chance to say another syllable before he was slapped across the face so harshly that his head smacked against the wall. He barely had time to process the stinging on his cheek before he was backhanded again.

Shane knelt down to James's level on the floor and leaned in to place a soft kiss on James's trembling lips. Tears pricked behind the boy's eyes and he almost gasped in a sob before Shane's grip on his hand tightened threateningly almost crushing the bones.

"Kiss back." he hissed impatiently against James's lips.

James kissed back slowly and tried to put some feelings into it. Shane would always know if the younger twin was faking it. But, it was hard to kiss someone you didn't have feelings for. Someone who tormented and hated you. Someone who constantly rapes you.

"Come, let's play." He growled lowly as he pulled away from the kiss.

Hell was about to break loose. Where are you Kendall?