Dan's POV:
Phil hangs up on me. Though I can't blame him, I don't feel bad about the things that I said. I walk, not knowing where I'm going until I see an ATM. I realize that the first thing Phil would do is take all he money out of our account. I quickly run up to it and input our information. Every dime ever put into the bank was there. I take it all out in cash and put it into my backpack.
It seems wrong, but he would use it to hurt himself.
I decide that it would be best if I stay with my mom. She knew since me and Phil started dating.
I find her in my contacts and call her. "Mum, I'm sure you've heard about what's happened. I was wondering if I could stay with you for a bit," I say sadly.
"Of course! Do you want me to drive out there?" she asks sympathetically.
"No, I'll take the bus or a cab or something."
"Really dear it's no trouble. I'll get there as soon as I can. See you soon! Or wait - where are you?" she asks chuckling a bit.
I tell her where I'll be waiting. Then saying goodbye I start to walk to the Starbucks.
I walk in the door and order a small Carmel flavored coffee. But I feel like someone is watching me. Reluctantly I take my drink and turn around. Staring straight into my eyes, into my soul. A man who's face I'd know anywhere.
"Hello Daniel. Have a seat will you?" he says.
Phil's POV:
I walk into the Starbucks and see Daniel. But who is he with? Is that his father? Oh boy this should be fun.
"Hey Dan!" I say waving. "May I join you?" I ask smiling.
"No you may not," he says bitterly.
"Oh come on Dan! Move over," I say giggling.
"Yes Dan. Move over. Let's all have a chat," his dad says calmly.
Dan's POV:
This could not be happening. They both have me here. What I am going to do?!
I move over allowing Phil to sit on the couch-like seat.
"So...dad..." I begin.
"Do not call me 'dad'. You will call me Sir or Mr.Howell," he scolds.
"Oh ha! I thought he was talking to me. Ya know," Phil laughs.
What is he doing?
"Philip Michael Lester, you are a horrible thing. You are a homosexual. That's so vile. So inhumane. How do you live with yourself. Your parents must be ashamed," Mr.Howell says sternly.
"It's vile to have amazing sex? To be in love? Well I guess you must be a saint because it seems to me like you hate everything and everyone. Hell, I'm sure that the only times you've had sex was to get your wife pregnant so you could have kids. That way while she was at home feeding the crying little ones, you could be out at a bar getting drunk. Are you sure that that's not vile?" Phil spits back.
"You will not speak to me like that. You will not use profanity," Mr.Howell replies back.
"Or what Daddy? Will you get mad? Will you hit me hard on the ass?" Phil says sensually.
"STOP IT!" I yell. "Both of you! What do you two want from me?!" I say standing up.
"Sir, can you please take this outside?" a waiter asks me, gently setting his hand on my shoulder to escort me out.
"It's fine. I was just leaving," I say running out the door and see my mom pulling up. I open the door quickly.
"They're here. Inside the shop. Please get me out of here," I say beginning to cry.
She starts to drive and I see them in the rear view mirror. I watch them until they are small dots.
"It's okay, love. You're going home," she says softly.
