BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 114: I don't have a good chapter name

Warning: raging homophobes.

Even I want to fucking punch them both but don't worry, if I get... 8k followers by tomorrow I may do a chapter where they get what they both deserve.

Also thanks for getting me to 7k, you guys really need to slow the fuck down.
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George POV.

"So what you are saying that you hate all people who are gay?" My mother said rhetorically .
"Yes!" Paul replied, "and every other weird little subspecies of it, bisexual, lesbian, pansexual, all of it will just get you sent to hell!"

"Even your own son?" The words left my mother's mouth before any of us could do anything about it.
Clay's parents turned from facing my mum and dad to facing the blond and myself, looking ready to kill.

I took a deep breath and moved closer to Clay.

His parents looked over to him disbelieving what my mother said at first, but Clay's expression made it painfully obvious that this was true.

"Seriously Clay?" His father sounded outraged, "I raised you better than this and you thank us by coming out as gay?!"
The blond just stood up awkwardly and turned around, his normal personality completely gone as he gave a weak nod in response.

Marissa, Clay's mother, gave a gasp in response, looking at her son with a disgusted expression as though he was a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe.
"Clay are you for real? How far have you gone with another... No. No. Actually nevermind... I don't want to know."

Clay POV.

The words coming out from my parents mouths hurt to hear. I always knew they didn't like the gays, but they didn't even try to say anything before beginning to yell at me.

I glanced meekly up at my parents, who were looking back at me with a horrified expression.
"Seriously Clay? I raised you better than this and you thank us by coming out as gay?!" My father yelled at me.

As they looked furiously at me I bit the inside of my cheek and I stood up refusing to meet my parents eyes as I nodded at them.

My mother let out a loud gasp, I kept my eyes focused on the ground and George moved even closer. "Clay are you for real? How far have you gone with another... No. No. Actually nevermind... I don't want to know." She asked with a shocked voice.

"How the hell could you do this to your mother and I? What have we done to deserve a gay son?" My father yelled rhetorically.
Mr Davidson jumped in, stepping over to me protectively in an almost father like manner "I think the actual question is what did Clay do to deserve shitty parents like you?"

When Mr Davidson stepped in they seemed even more annoyed, although I wasn't sure why. "So now you have your rich employer playing parent so that you can go on sinning?" My father continued to yell.
"Being gay is not a damn sin, don't you dare insult Clay for being who he is!"

Both sets of parents argued back and forth and even George jumped in occasionally while I just stood there, feeling pathetic.

"Why is it such a big deal to you if my son is gay, shouldn't you be focusing on your own son, at least he is normal, and has a girlfriend." My mother said causing me to bite my lip.
Mrs Davidson raised an eyebrow, "George has a girlfriend? Last time that I remember checking he was dating your son."

This is getting way to hectic for me, I decided as I nudged George's arm. The brunette looked up at me and I motioned towards the door, he immediately understood and we started walking.

"Clay where the hell do you think you are going, we are not finished here!" My mother yelled, god I hate her, and George just responded by raising the middle finger at her.
As he continued walking and he yelled "fuck off you dumbass homophobic bitch, go back to your holiday home in Canada and leave us alone if you don't fucking mind!"

Mrs Davidson POV.

As Richard and I argued back and forth with Clay's parents I saw the two boys walking out of the room. Mrs Smith noticed too, "Clay where the hell do you think you are going, we are not finished here!"

My son responded by pulling the finger at her and her husband as he continued to the door "fuck off you dumbass homophobic bitch, go back to your holiday home in Canada and leave us alone if you don't fucking mind!" He called, god, Richard and I raised him so damn well.

"Your son is so disrespectful, why did you even raise him like this?" Marissa Smith asked accusingly.
I gave her a pointed smile, "because I know how to train my son to talk to racists, sexists and homophobes, such as yourselves."

"At least we raised our son the right way, after you hired him you and your stupid son must have ruined him with your weird gay ways." Mr Smith growled in the same accusing tone as his wife.

My husband sighed, clearly sick of this couples bullshit as he sent them both a glare. "You know what! You two need to grab your stuff and get out of my fucking house right now before I call the cops!"
"We are not leaving our son here in this hellhole," Marissa Smith snapped back at us, "Clay will be coming home with us."
"Oh I'm sure if he's up for it I can arrange a visit in prison for him, I know a lot of high ranking members of the Police Department who will probably be fine with it."

After an extreme stare down between me, my husband, Clay's snake-faced mother and his shit-brained father until eventually they gave up.

"Fine, we're leaving." The woman let out an over-exaggerated sigh in defeat as she began stomping out of the room like a bratty teenage blond girl after her rich father refuses to buy her that dress she wanted.
Her husband followed her and we made sure they headed to their room and not anywhere else before sending them to the door.

Once they had finally stopped grumbling about the gays and they climbed into their car we watched them with cold hatred filled eyes as they drove off.

The instant they were gone we headed upstairs to comfort our boys.
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