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    Home Again

    By Angelique Voisen

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    Zack: Ten years ago, I killed a man for the boy I love. Each week since then, he’s sent me letters, telling me the story of his life. He’s visited me every month in prison and with each passing year, I wonder when he’ll wake up and realize I’m not worth his time.

    Seth: A decade ago, Zack took the fall to save my life. I’ve been waiting for him ever since. Zack’s the one for me, even if the stubborn man thinks I deserve better. I’ll do everything in my power to convince Zack that my life and my heart always belonged to him.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateFeb 2, 2018
    ISBN9781773395654
    Home Again
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    Angelique Voisen

    Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems, and happily-ever-afters. Visit Angelique at www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com

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    Home Again - Angelique Voisen

    Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2018 Angelique Voisen

    ISBN: 978-1-77339-565-4

    Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

    Editor: Stephanie Balistreri

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    To my readers, I hope you like Zack and Seth’s story as much as I loved writing it.

    HOME AGAIN

    Angelique Voisen

    Copyright © 2018

    Chapter One

    Ten Years Ago

    Zack Cruz pretended to be interested in his phone but the glimpses he sent Seth’s way must have caught the other boy’s attention. Vivid green eyes met his for a second, before Seth looked at his dirty sneakers again. The door to the guidance counselor’s opened, a student exited and another entered.

    Once it was only the two of them left, he took the empty seat next to Seth. Seth always had a special way of becoming still. It was as if he thought acting like a statue would make the bullies and haters go away. Being scrawny and wearing secondhand clothes also made the guy an easy target.

    Their positions could be reversed. Seth lived in an actual house. Other students called Zack trailer trash, but never to his face. He’d always been a big fucker and he started training, keeping in shape thanks to survival instinct. Zack made a promise to himself that he’d never let his asshole father use him as a punching bag ever again.

    Seth flipped opened one notebook. Zack didn’t miss the red paint on the front. More red peered from inside Seth’s battered backpack. No doubt a few boys who thought themselves clever decided to deface Seth’s stuff again. Zack cracked his scarred knuckles in anticipation. He hadn’t had a decent fight in ages, mostly because everyone in school was terrified of him, even the jocks. Everyone save Seth.

    Seth scribbled quickly on one clean page of the notebook and flipped it up.

    Leave me alone, Zack read out loud, then smirked. You think it’d be that easy?

    Seth furiously wrote on the other page.

    Fuck yourself.

    That made him laugh. Already did that this morning.

    Seth blushed.

    Cute, Zack thought.

    How long has it been now? Zack asked.

    No one, not the teachers or Mr. Holden, the guidance counselor, could figure out why Seth stopped talking since senior year started. Most of them had given up too, because what did it matter if Seth kept his grades up?

    Graduation was close. Seth wouldn’t be the school’s problem anymore. During one of Seth’s sessions with Mr. Holden, he’d pressed his ear against the door, unsurprised to hear nothing but silence.

    Maybe Mr. Holden wrote Seth off as a lost cause too, but Zack would never do that.

    How're things at home? Zack asked.

    When they first met in the waiting area of the guidance counselor’s office two years ago, talking to Seth was similar to having a conversation with a wall. Until Zack did a little show-and-tell. Zack lifted up his sleeves to show the purple, black and blue as if to say, look, we’re the same, you and I.

    Seth tugged at the loose sleeves of his hoodie, a reflex action Zack noticed he always resorted to.

    That bad, huh? Zack reached forward.

    Seth began to move away but Zack was quicker. In seconds, he shoved one sleeve up, expecting more or less the same, but he swore. Not many would recognize the twin perfect circles on the inside of Seth’s sleeve, but he did. Seth punched him. Zack barely felt the blow but he released Seth.

    Zack clenched his jaw. A red haze clouded his mind and he hadn’t been aware of grinding his teeth until Seth punched him again. He blinked. Seth picked up his notebook and pen again.

    Why do you keep bothering me?

    Because I’m your only friend?

    Seth glared at him, then wrote again.

    I don’t have friends, neither do you.

    Zack clutched at his heart and pretended to look hurt as if discovering those fucking cigarette burns didn’t matter. No one cared about guys like him and Seth. Seth wasn’t that good an actor.

    Everyone got sloppy or had bad days. One way or another, some student or teacher would have seen the bruises, the fading black eye, the limp. When evil stared one point-blank in the face, people have a tendency to laugh it off and call it a figment of the imagination.

    Wave a fucking magic wand and the horrible thing disappears.

    Personal experience taught Zack long ago that the heroes in the comic books he used to worship didn’t exist. People made their own choices. Anger at Seth’s stepfather continued to be a living poison, slowly eating at him, even the good parts until there was nothing left.

    The door opened. How much time had passed?

    Seth shoved his pen and notebook in his bag. Zack knew that meant the end of their conversation but Seth paused by the door, troubled look on his face. Then Seth strode to him, fisted his shirt and pressed his lips to ear. A shiver crawled down his spine.

    For some unexplainable reason, his heart started to race. Until Zack met Seth, he didn’t know he was gay. He’d banged a few girls, bitches who only wanted him because of his bad boy persona. To them, he’d been a flavor of the week, exciting to fuck with, but not good enough for anything else. Zack always felt dirty after. Being with Seth, though, felt like he’d been transported away from the ugly reality he hated.

    Seth made his palms sweat, his heart hammer. Sometimes being around Seth made his chest constrict. He kept envisioning how Seth would react if one day he tipped Seth’s chin and

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