Bjorn made a soft sound in the dark.
“I wanted someone to understand me. Jordan was my friend. So many of the other foster kids were mean to me, some of the older ones beat me now and then, but never Jordan. I was this weird, scrawny kid who made strange screeching noises, but he only smiled. So, I believed he liked me as much as I liked him, the same way I liked him.”
Gently, Bjorn rubbed his shoulder. “So what happened?”
“I kissed him. He was…horrified probably describes it pretty well.” Cecil huffed a laugh. “Jordan pushed me away when I tried to touch him, he wasn’t mean to me, but he told some of the older boys.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah…” Cecil shrugged only to abort the motion out of fear of Bjorn moving his arm. “I don’t think he meant for anything to happen to me. He, well, felt betraye
