jakstat: If it had been Ma, maybe they would’ve been okay. If it had been Ma, maybe they could’ve ke
jakstat: If it had been Ma, maybe they would’ve been okay. If it had been Ma, maybe they could’ve kept it quiet, under wraps, shoved so far under the carpet only the dustmites would’ve known what they’d done. But it had been Pops who’d found them lip-locked and breathless, hard and sweaty in Stan’s bed. He’d screamed at them, hauled Stan off of Ford and slugged him hard enough to make him see stars. Ford had tried to stop him but the clusterfuck had snowballed past any reason, and before either of them could fully take in what was happening, Pops had kicked them to the curb and told them to never come back. They were sixteen, then. No car, no highschool diploma. No money. The first night they’d slept in an alley, clinging to each other, terrified. The next they’d stolen into the school and slept in the gym, where Stan knew the janitor kept the sparring mats. The day after that, they skipped town. -- source link