Captured (BoyxBoy)

Excitement

out·cast
ˈoutˌkast/
noun
1.
a person who has been rejected by society or a social group.
adjective
1.
rejected or cast out.

Getting dressed was tiring. I wasn't as excited as I had thought I'd be when given the opportunity to meet my parents. I've spent six years as a sex slave just wishing to remember my parents voices, faces, anything; but now it's like it doesn't even matter. It feels like I'm meeting a stranger for the very first time. I wanted to make a good first impression simply because I don't know these people, but they know me, and I need them to still see me, as me.
I've remembered my parents faces in a memory, but I've forgotten their names once more, and what if they look nothing like the people in my memory? What if those people are a figment of my imagination, because I had so badly wanted to know what my parents look like? If I've created it all will I be shocked? What if they've made a ton of changes to their appearance, six years can change a lot. I've spent a whole six years away from these people with no communications and no memories until recently, who even are these people?
I walked to the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. I'm not the same little kid they once knew, what if I'm too different for them. They remember a careless child, I'm a man now, how will they handle that. These may be my parents, but they don't know me just as much as I don't know them. As I said, a lot can change in six years. I brushed my teeth slowly, thinking of all the possible scenarios.
They could wrap me up in their arms and tell me they love me, they could scream at me for getting kidnapped, they can even tell me that I'm not their son, or what if I'm not the child they're looking for? Sighing I decided that I've waited too long, and I might as well just face them. I have an entire pack behind me, what's the worse that can happen?