Dreamnotfound Oneshots

Pretty boy (5)

TWs: homophobia, f-slur, abuse, mild mention of blood !!!

Pretty long chapter woo

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George POV:

~2 days ago~

I prep myself in the mirror, practicing over and over again what I'm going to say to my dad. I take a deep breath, somehow mustering enough courage to walk out my room and into the living room, where my dad is watching tv. I nervously sit down, hands on my knees. 

"Hey" I say, my voice breaking. I mentally cringe and wipe my hand against my jeans. "Hey. Need something?" My dad asks. I take another shaky breath "Um- yes actually. Well no- I don't need something I just-" I pause, recomposing myself "Actually I need to tell you something dad" I say, more confident. It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine. "What is it?" He deadpans, not even glancing my way. 

I think, do I really want to do this? I have to. I need to do it for Clay, but mostly for myself. I imagine Clay being here with me, my dad not being a complete homophobe. I can only wish. "Okay so" I begin, oh god this is harder than I thought it would be. "Go on then, the ads are almost finished" My dad adds. I feel myself grow frustrated by his impatience, but shake it off. "I would appreciate if you pause the tv for a second? Its k-kind of important" I curse my stupid stutter. My dad dramatically sighs and I stop myself from scoffing at him. "Okay you made me pause my damn show. Spit it out!" He demands, glaring at me. What a dick honestly. I've already grown tired of his attitude and decide to just do it.

"Dad I'm gay!" 

The room falls silence. My hands become wet with sweat as I patiently wait for my dads reaction. "You're what?" He yells, sitting up in his seat with clenched fists. I flinch, trying to explain myself "Yes I- uh I guess- I like boys not girls and I was hoping you would support me-" I get cut off by a harsh punch to my jaw. The blow causes me to jolt back, further into my couch as I yelp in pain. Shit, I guess he isn't very supportive. "No son of mine will be gay! I did not raise a f*g" He shouts, raising his fist once more. I cover my face, ready for the impact of the punch. But instead he goes straight for my gut, knocking the wind out of me. "D-DAD! Stop please I'm sorry" I whimper, holding my stomach. "I knew we shouldn't of fucking moved here, you're an embarrassment! How do you think the rest of the family will react?" He screams louder then before, his spit landing on my face. I sob, repeating apologies to him "Its not" He throws a punch to my side "fucking" he lands another on in my stomach, making me go into a coughing fit "good enough" he finishes, hitting my eye. Ouch, that as gonna leave a mark. 

My dad grabs his keys, before storming out the house and driving away. I sit in silence alone, catching back my breath. My dad just...hit me? My eyes widen. My dad just...hit me for being gay. I knew he was homophobic but I wouldn't think he would go this far. The reality of the situation finally comes crashing down, as my loud, heavy sobs fill the room. What am I even meant to do? My own dad doesn't want me. I'm an embarrassment. A disappointment. Holy shit. I hug my knees close to my body, rethinking the scene over and over again. The sentence 'No son of mine will be gay! I did not raise a f*g' replaying in my head multiple times, reminding me of how much of a humiliation I am. 

An hour passes. I stopped crying about 20 minutes ago. Now I'm staring at my wall, feeling numb all over. I hear my dads car pull into the drive. The door slams open, the handle banging against the wall. He walks over to me sloppily, oh god he's been drinking. "Hand me your phone" He says sternly, holding his hand out. I sit there in confusion "What?" I ask, staring at his open hand. "I said hand me the fucking phone" He yells, slapping my cheek. I hold no reaction though, keeping the shriek wedged in the back of my throat in. Placing my phone in his hand, he's quick to go on it. "W-what are you doing?" I whisper weakly. "I'm fucking erasing everything" he says bluntly. I shoot up "No! You cant- please don't" I shout, grabbing hold of his arm. He glares at where my hands are placed in disgust "Why the hell not?" He questions, raising an eyebrow.