Homophobic Parents and a Gay soon-to-be Alpha (boyxboy rewrite)

Chapter three

****MAY BE TRIGGERING THINGS: If a trigger is reading about people who cut...please message me and I will give an overview of what happens.
-A.P.S

Michael:
I leaned closer to the frequently-in-the-bar regular named Tim. Everyone around knew him as Tiny Tim because he ain't packing jack shit, if you know what I mean. "Tim, you have no chance, I already have someone. I don't want you in that sense. Sorry but it's true. Stop trying to get me because it won't work." I said in his ear gently before pulling away. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE? NO ONE IS GOING TO WANT A PUNY AND SARCASTIC LITTLE BITCH OMEGA." Tim asked angrily. He smirked and I knew what was going to come out of his mouth next. "How is your relationship with Jace going? Does the future Alpha know you are in love with him. Does he?!!!" He continued to yell at me as I finally noticed Jace behind Tim, looking shocked as Hell. "Tim, shut the fuck up a motherfucking cunt."((can't stand the word)) I said angrily. "He didn't know anything! He didn't know about me being the Omega because I am normally too covered on bruises, cuts, and scars when he sees me at the pack house. He didn't even know I liked him." As I finished talking I realized my voice got quieter and more hurt. "He barely knew I was and am alive," I whispered brokenly, "maybe everyone is right who would love me?" I closed my eyes in defeat and shook my head, looking at the ground. I pulled the apron off and handed it to my relieve, a twenty one and a half year old who is straighter than a ruler. I pushed past Tiny Tim, and then Jace, before rushing to the bathrooms. I shoved the door open and made my way to the only stall that locked, the one by the window. I walked to the stall and locked it once I was sitting on the toilet lid. I slowly slid the razor blade out of my pocket and lifted my sleeves, attempting to find a year spot to cut. I moved onto my stomach but didn't see a spot either, so I moved to my legs/thighs. I cut lines, counting as I made deep engravings in my skin. 1, 2, 3, 4,...5, 6, 7, 8...9, 10, 11, 12...the door slammed open to bathroom stall and I flinched as I saw Jace's furious eyes. I smiled weakly, already feeling my heart beat slow down. I placed a hand against his cheek and softly whispered to him. "You don't have to worry about my anymore, no one does." A few tears escaped my eyes before I fell into darkness, feeling completely numb.