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fourteen:: when you find a new home.

(CAUTION: there's sighting of bitchface Loraine. BEWARE.
Chapter may influence violent behavior XD.)

[Youth by Daughter]

FOURTEEN: when you find a new home.

I wasn't one for PDA especially in front of my family. And kissing Paul in front of my homophobic mother, or basically kissing Paul, was like having sex on a bench.

In a park.

Full of kids.

Stumbling away, I pushed myself off of Paul before sinking into my gaming chair as if I were paralyzed. I couldn't believe that I could let her catch me like that and I couldn't believe I'd been stupid enough to bring him here.

I knew how against it she was yet I led Paul into the house and nearly kissed him as well.

And she was praying whilst sneaking in dirty looks directed at the beautiful boy who was trying to recover from the shock. He hadn't noticed her stare as he stood and the way she was mentally attacking him made me want to pull him into my arms and never let her spit a filthy word at him.

"M-mom..." No. No. No.

Why couldn't it have been dad? Or even Jade?

But no, the woman that gave birth to me was glaring daggers at the curly haired angel who shut his eyes tightly and opened them a second later as if he were wishing this all away.

I didn't blame him.

The problem was, it was real and my mother didn't look happy as he stood, giving her a sheepish smile and reaching his hand out for a shake, "h-hey, Mrs. Douglas. I have to apologize for my actions, I-"

"Get the hell out of my house."

My mother must've noticed the hickey that I'd given Paul on the conjunction from his neck to his shoulder because she was shaking with fury. Her hands were trembling at her sides as I noticed the tenseness in her shoulders and the way her porcelain fingers were curling into fists.

"I-I'm, I'm so sorry-"

But she was raging, she was staring at him with hatred as if she knew him. As if she had reason to hate the angel sat in front of her, she'd cut him off, venom in her syllables, "you're the reason he's like this."

I felt the need to intervene, I always made things worse for myself, "he's not."

"He's not? You were normal before he came into your life!"

Gulping, I tried not to crack under pressure, sitting up in my seat, "I fell in love with Calum, mom."

She didn't expect that, "what?" She'd spat, eyes meeting mine before they flickered back to Paul as if she didn't know what to say.

"Mom-"

"You little whore." That was the first time I'd heard my mother curse me.

She'd pointed through the door, eyes still staring at Paul straight on as if she didn't want to look at me, "Get out." Maybe she didn't know how to digest the information, maybe she'd been stuck on the fact that I was kissing some boy in her house. The fact that I was a boy as well being the main bases of her anger.

And Paul, having respect for her and having a thing against conflict could only apologize more. His gaze was on the floor, her hard stare probably becoming too much, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Douglas, I'll go- um... I'll call you, Jules."