Trapped

8

Eriks POV
"Son, you are just a faggot."

"Then what the hell are you," I answered in my head.

I give him a straight look saying nothing. I rotate around, walking out the front door to head to Els place. I need a break from this house. It's a constant thing I need all the time.

"Don't you dare walk away from your father! I am not done speaking to you!"

I keep walking until I reach my car. I look over at him at the doorway. "I am done talking to you," I shout back, taking my car keys out of my pocket.

"If you get in that car, you are not welcomed here."

"I have never been welcomed here, so it will be a blessing to have your word to not be at this hideous house with you and in it."

"I know you won't last long out there. I know you will be back. You need your daddy."

"Bye, father," I responded, unlocking the door and seating myself in the driver's seat.

I park in front of her house, walking to her window. I knock two times, and I see her figure slowly walk up to the curtains. I can tell she is a little frightened. She pulls them slowly and smiles with her eyes wide once she sees me.

She unlatches the window and yanks it up. "What are you doing here at..." She looks at her watch. "10 o'clock."

"Needed a break away from my house. Can I climb in?"

She lifts it more. "Of course. Mi casa es tu casa."

We both laugh as I climb in. I close her window, walking over to her bed. I lean down, sliding off my shoes. "Can I sleep here tonight?"

She brushes her hair. "I don't see why not. Is everything okay at home?"

"Y-yeah everything is great."

She smiles. "Okay, turn around. I have to finish getting into my PJs."

I cross my legs, staring at the wall.

"You can look."

I face her, watching her throw her clothes in a basket. Out of nowhere, a couple of knocks appear.

Ellie's POV
"Shit!" I say, looking around in a panic. "Come!" I say, shoving him into my closet.

I hear the knocks again. "Come in!"

"Hello, darling."

"What do you need, Steve?"

"I need to borrow a pillow and a blanket."

"Okay? Well, you are not going to find any here?"

He looks over to my bed. "I see two pillows and three blankets." He says, starting to make his way to my bed. "Is it so hard to share, baby girl?"

I cross my arms with an eye roll. "Is it so hard to get your stuff elsewhere? You are a big boy, aren't you?"

He walks up to my body. He takes his finger down my lip. "If you won't share your things, then I have to let your father know, and you know how is he about you treating me like family."