“Where have you been!” I hear my mother yelling in the distance, she must be talking to dad. He's been getting home late almost every night anymore. He must be with Ms.Angel again he promised mother that the two were just friends but he's been gone too much to “Just be friends' '. Father never makes time to see me anymore. We haven't even eaten together in months. “You’re never even there for your kid, you horrible father, you never even cared for him!” she shouts back at him the rage in her voice starting to rise. “Hes nothing but a sissy i cant have a gay son it makes me look bad!” I hear the words flow out his mouth in rage and I feel the flood escaping my eyes. It's like the dam broke those few words shattering it. I bury my face as the tears keep coming, the river thick and long flowing fast and quiet. “Just leave Jacob, don't come back here, don't come near my child ever again” she mellows out her tone. I can hear that she is fighting tears the same way I just was.
[end of flashback]
Once I find mother standing in the kitchen waiting. She looks even more upset than before. “Do i need to worry about you trying to kill yourself on that roof now” I didnt expect her to start with that. “No, I just enjoy the wind and being able to drift off into my own world” I look down now expecting something worse. She always starts off easy and then leads to something much worse. “Your father is coming to visit and when he leaves i'm going with him” I feel every source of happiness escape my body my eyes lowering i don’t know what i was expecting but that was not it. She looks at me once more “you’re old enough to take care of yourself so ill leave you the keys and you can have the old truck and your aunt is always available, you’ll do alright.” She walks towards the living room and I see the bags she’s already packed. I walk to the stairs in the kitchen that lead to the basement. As I walk down the stairs I see my comfortable area, my old bean bag that has lasted longer than anything else in my room. “I hear the screen door in the kitchen slide open but mom has already left the house. It slowly closes a small creek at the end from the latch caching. The door to my room opens and I start to see feet walking down. I recognize those dirty Converse anywhere. “Hey Ben” my eyes glued to my computer as I type away. “Hey” he lands on the floor and walks over sitting next to me. He leans his head on my shoulder looking at the history project I'm working on. Ben nuzzles into my neck clearly craving attention. The words on my document start to blur together as my eyes get heavy. I slowly close my laptop and lean my head on top of his. The warmth of his body pulling me to close my eyes.
