Chapter 3

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Trigger warning:

Homophobia//Emotional Abuse

Ezra POV:

Time frame: First day of kindergarten

"Wake up idiot" My older brother Parker said hitting me with a pillow. "What's going on?" I said rubbing my eyes.

"Get ready for school and come to the kitchen for breakfast" Parker said walking away. "It's so early" I said checking my alarm clock.

My mom laid out some clothes out for me and they're so bad. She never listens when I say I want to pick my own clothes. I put the clothes she laid out back in my dresser and took out a baby pink sweater and some khaki shorts. I love the color pink more then all the other colors.

I put on my clothes and my crocs.

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I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. "What do you want for breakfast?" My mother said caressing my shoulder. "Chicken nuggets!" I said excitedly. "This fucking kid" My dad said clenching his fists. "Chicken nuggets aren't for breakfast dumb ass" Parker said slapping my head. "Ow!" I said wincing in pain.

"Puss boy!" My brother said chanting and my father joined in. "Can you guys just fuck off for once?" My mom said wiping my tears. "What the fuck are you wearing? Pink is for girls and blue is for boys. Are you a fucking queer!?" My said grabbing me by my shirt. "No dad! I just couldn't find my blue sweater I think it's in the laundry." I said trying to get out of my dads grasp.

"Your mother and I already put up with you being soft." My dad said angrily.

"I don't mind you being soft because your my baby boy but your gonna grow up and be a big strong man like your father. I'm throwing out anything girly in your closet." My mom said sighing.

"No girly boys in this house." Parker said laughing.

"Anyways here's your breakfast." My mom said handing me a plate of french toast and sausages.

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