Had to rewrite this a cause i hated the original-
Things got better after a few days.
Chase's... Birthgiver left. She threw her wedding ring at Chase's dad, packed as much shit as possible, and left. Chase went back home that same day, barely an hour after she left.
His dad wasn't mad. He wasn't disgusted. He wasn't disappointed. He didn't care about Chase's sexuality,just his mental and well-being.
The reason why the phone call ended was because his birthgiver turned Chase's line off. Luckily, his dad called to turn it back on just seconds after his wife, well, technically ex-wife left.
Chase was glad to be home. Glad he didn't have to hide anything. Glad he was with the greatest boy ever. Just glad things would get better.
Hopefully they would, at least.
Chase was in the middle of finishing up late schoolwork whenever his phone rang. It wasn't that late, barely 11. He had an hour to turn in a few assignments before they'd get points deducted.
The dark haired boy didn't mind though, especially since it was Max calling. He smiled, answering.
"Hey, Max, what's-"
"C-can y-you co-come over?"
Max's voice was wavering, quiet, emotionful. It immediately worried Chase.
"What's wrong, baby? I have a few assignments due in an hour..."
Chase didn't hear anything back. He glanced from his computer to his phone, frowning more. "Max, what's wrong? Why do you need me to come over?"
There was another long pause before Max spoke out again. "S-some-something h-happened... I just... Pl-please..."
Chase glanced back at his computer, scanning over the assignments. He couldn't afford any late grades. His grades were beginning to drop and the quarter was ending.
"Is there any way you can come here? I'm so sorry, but I need to finish these assignments within an hour."
There was a small sniffle, then a shaky sigh. Max mumbled something Chase couldn't understand.
"What happened, Max?"
The blonde was quiet again, breathing uneasily. He then whispered just loud enough, "I f-fucked up."
He fucked up? In what?! Our relationship? Did he cheat?
Chase trusted Max of course, but the words that just came from Max's mouth was unsettling.
"How...?"
"I..." Max squeezed a stuffed animal to his chest, wanting to just sob into it. He wished Chase was there to hold him. "It's k-kinda bad...and I'm m-mad at myself..."
What the fuck does he mean by that? Chase started to think of the worse scenarios, more towards their relationship and not just Max.
"Did you fucking cheat?!"
Maxwell scowls, taken back at Chase's assumption. He was over emotional and wanted his boyfriend, right now was not the time accusation.
"N-no you f-fucking asshole!" Max rages, his voice full of spite and coldness. "I f-fucking re-relapsed after almost a y-year cl-cle-clean! I d-didn't ch-cheat!"
Chase's face dropped. His heart sunk to his guts. Guilt pinged at him for being so harsh and not thinking clearly.
"Baby, I-"
"Do you not fucking trust me!" Max hisses, his body high on emotions. His voice was no longer sad and shakey. It was full of bitterness and hurt. "You think I would fucking cheat?!"
