grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 4}

-Liam's POV-

"and I think I might be too"

All she does is stare at me. Little bawks sneak out of her mouth, trying to form words.

"Well," she starts, carefully picking her words," Liam, sweetheart, you know that I will support and help you through thick and thin,"

"Yea, o-of course" I manage to get out of my mouth, holding back tears. Why am I so emotional all of a sudden?

"but, but." she stutters."Liam, remember when you were little, and I told you that there are always exceptions, to everything?"

"Yea, I do." and this is one of those exceptions.

"Well, this is the same thing. I will support you through anything, except this."

Now she is crying. I just sit on the light brown, cold, rough leather couch. Watching each tear from when it escapes from her eye all the way down to when it drips from her chin.

"I thought you would be there for me." I squak, feeling very small.

"I am, but those exceptions. Theres one for everything." She attempts to pull me into a hug. I pull away from her, not wanting to be closer to her than I have to.

"I can't believe you! What happened to being a family?!" I ask, more furious than sad.

"Well, this family doesnt allow someone who goes against the bible." She says a bit louder. Shes getting angry now.

I press my hands into the couch to push myself up, when I feel something holding me down.

I look at mom. Shes looking down, but I still feel that force.

Then it hits me. Its dad. He wouldnt want me to leave.

"Mom, you are going to have to learn to accept me for who I am," I tell her, trying to keep my tone calm, "Dad would want you to."

Then I feel the force lift, and continue to push myself up.

"Well, guess what. Dad isnt here anymore, is he?" She says, angry and sad. "This is my desicion, not his."

"You arent a part of our family anymore." She tells me, refusing to look at me.

"Oh yeah? Say it to my face then." I say, making my words crisp, articulating each word carefully to sound intimidating.

She looks up at me, and opens her mouth, and lets out a small bawk.

"Thats what I thought." I say, fealing hot tears run down my cheeks. "Bye, love you, I guess." I tell her as I walk to the door.

I slam the front door as hard as I can. As I quickly run down the steps, I feel a sharp pain in the pack of my neck. I turn around to see that the front door shattered. Smiling, I continue to run to my car, and drive to the hospital so I can get this glass removed.

I think the glass shards numbed my neck, so I couldnt really feel it. Or I thought I couldnt.

The last thing I see is 2 bright lights.