Atticus
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Honey was the type of guy you didn’t want to be around in college. Scars all over his face, always had alcohol in his hands, smelling of cigarettes and regret, no wonder no one would talk to him.
Except one person. Atticus. Or Atty, as Honey called him. The two had been best friends since they were little kids, and he knew that Honey had abusive parents, and that’s why he looked the way he did. The two stayed at Atticus’ house most of the time because of it.
Honey was actually extremely sweet, kind and loving. He craved touch, since he was never given it as a child. And Atticus loved to give it to him. Always.
#present day
Honey swung upon the door to their shared dorm, throwing the keys onto the ground.
Step away from my kids, you monster!He mocked, batting his eyelashes.
Go back to the circus where you belong!He groaned and stormed around the room.
God, Atty! People are so fucking horrible.Atticus stayed silent, scared that he would say something wrong and upset Honey more than he already was. Honey stopped pacing the room and turned to Atticus, eyes stained with tears and cheeks flushed.
Is that it, Atty? Do I look like some sort of monster to you? To people?He let out a sad, choked sob.
Like I belong in the circus like the rest of the freaks?Silence. Atticus just stood there, shaking.