Chresanto's P.O.V.
"You're fucking drunk, dad!"
I stared at my door, trying to drown out Rayan's yelling, mixed in with our dad's expletives. He'd been drinking a lot lately, our father, and he was never really around anymore.
"You come home late, and you avoid your two fucking sons. Just face it, we're not the perfect family. I'm bi, Chres is pan, mom is afraid of you, and you're a coward". I stood up, slowly walking to Rayan's room, where the argument was being held. I didn't go in, and not just because the door was cracked slightly, but because I think I was afraid. "You drink because it's the only thing that you have control over".
"Watch what you say to me". My dad's voice was cold.
"I'm just being honest" Ray stated, his voice just as cold and flat as dad's. "You know I'm right, you feel like your life is slowly breaking because you can't control who your children love, your world has come to a halt because you don't have perfect children. It's okay to admit it, everyone knows".
"You were honestly the one I was rooting for, Rayan. You were my only hope because your brother can never meet your potential". I bit my lip, completely hurt that my own father didn't think I was good enough.
"Don't talk about Chres like that, seriously, he's trying. It's pretty sad that you think one son is better than the other".
"Everyone was thinking it, even yourself. Don't lie and tell me that you haven't wondered what your brother's purpose is".
"You make me sick".
"You know what makes me sick, Ray? Huh, do you?" He sounded so damn pathetic, his words slurring. I could barely understand him, I wondered what he looked like, but I didn't peek to see. "You and Chres' sexuality, I've been trying to understand, but I can't. It's just wrong. It's terrible that you've followed in your brother's footsteps, I guess you weren't as perfect as I thought you were!" His voice had grown so loud, his words lined with venom and rage.
"I was never perfect!" Ray exclaimed, "God, I've been trying to tell you all these fucking years that I'm not perfect dad, but you never listen. Your expectations for me are so high, I'm struggling to meet them. You think everything is easy for me, but it's not. It's not fucking easy to stay up past three o'clock in the morning to study for tests, or constantly be in clubs, but if I don't do it, you're going to flip out. I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in months, dad. You have me so damn stressed".
It was silent. I bit my lip, trying not to let my curiosity get the better of me. "You've turned into a sorry excuse for a father". I heard heavy footsteps, then Ray's voice again, "do it, hit me".
Silence.
"What are you waiting for? You know I'm right, I can see it in your eyes dad, you're a fucking wreck". I cringed at the abrupt sound of skin hitting skin, it was sickening.
"You and your brother are sorry excuses for children".
I barged into the room, my blood boiling. "Hit him again" I said, "I dare you to hit my brother again".
"Chres, I'm fine" Rayan stated.
"You're a damn bastard!" I exclaimed, lunging for my dad, but Rayan got in the way, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me back before I could get my hands around my dad's neck. "Get your head out of your ass and man the fuck up!" I was so angry, and I wanted him to know it. I wanted my dad to know how much anger I have been keeping inside of me. "You think you can just hit your child? Let alone call them a sorry excuse? I can take getting called an excuse, I've been called an excuse all my damn life, but you don't get to call Rayan one". I struggled against my brother's grip, becoming more frustrated. "Let me go" I said.
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