Coming to terms with his sexuality, Theodore Moore is a seventeen year old who is just about getting by. He makes minimum wage and has aspiring, out-of-reach dreams to become a lawyer.
Violent and aggressive, Antony Barbosa is everything wrong with...
As soon as my eyes flickered open, I’m instantly met by Thomas standing near the door to our room, his arms crossed over his chest. Shit. I completely forgot about him. It didn’t even occur to me that he’d come in here and see me and Antony.
“You know, when I told you to get laid, I didn’t mean shag the one guy who wants to fucking kill you. I mean, is he even gay?” Tom snaps at me, and I slowly sit up. Antony was still next to me, his back facing towards me as he slept peacefully.
“No, he’s not- We didn’t even sleep together.” I huffed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Thomas raises an eyebrow, stepping towards us. “Look- he came over plastered last night, and I had no choice.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“You could have left him on the fucking street, no one would have given a toss.” Tom scoffs, and I shake my head. “What?” Tom snaps. “The dick damn near broke your nose, and you let him share your bed? You’re lucky he didn’t wake up and fucking stab you in the eye, like I’m sure he’s done before. Did you even check if he had a knife on him?” He raises an eyebrow, and I gulp, shaking my head.
“You’re overreacting.” I sighed, slipping out of bed and pulling down the sleeves of the shirt I was wearing. “It’s not a big deal, stop exaggerating.”
“Of course it’s a big fucking deal, Theodore. You’re gay- does he know that?” He stares at me, and I slowly shake my head before walking past him. “Yeah, great- just leave him in the bed.” Tom huffs before he makes his way downstairs. I rolled my eyes and made my way into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
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Mum pressed a kiss to my cheek as she walked past, ruffling my hair. “I’ve got another fucking hectic day at work.” She complains, and I chuckle, drinking my tea as I flick through the random magazine on the kitchen table. “I need to go to the bank as well to sort out some bills.”
“Need any help?” I mumble, and I glance up at her just as she shakes her head.
“No, baby.” She says, smiling at me. “I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” She slips on her coat and wraps her scarf around her neck. “I love you.” She smiles.
“I love you, too.” I tell her, just as she opens the front door, waves at me and leaves.
“Why is there a random guy in your bed?” I hear dad ask from behind me, and I quickly turn around to face him. His eyebrow is raised, and I realise that this is where Thomas gets his nosiness and judgyness from.
“What?”
“The man in your bed.” Dad states, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who is it?”
“Oh… that’s nobody.” I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.
“Nobody? There’s a nobody in your bed?”
“Not like that, dad.” I sighed, running my palms all over my face. “He’s just this guy that got too drunk and needed to sleep.” I mumble, even though it was much more than that. Even though I could barely sleep last night because all I could think about was kissing the man in bed with me. Because I forced myself to turn away from him so that I didn’t spend the whole night admiring his beauty.
“Hmm.” I hear him say as he walks through the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. “Where’s your mum?” He asked.
“Work.” I tell him, just as I hear footsteps on the stairs, and my head snaps to the side just as I see Antony at the bottom, shrugging on a coat. He looks up and glances at me before turning around and walking away. I hear the front door open and slam shut, and I finally swallow the large lump in my throat.
“That seemed very… intense.”
“Please shut the fuck up.” I glare at my dad, and he chuckles, shaking his head at me. “I’m serious, dad.” I sighed, and he gave me a look before focusing on something on his phone. “You really wanna know?” I asked quietly, and dad slowly looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed. I clear my throat.
I’ve been wanting to tell my parents that I’m gay for quite a while now, but it never seemed like the right time to bring it up. I don’t know how they’re going to react, but it seems like it’s time to get the truth out in the open instead of prolonging it.
I rubbed the tip of my nose, sitting straighter. “I’m gay, dad.” I blurt out, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Yeah, I fucking knew that. It’s hard not to come to that assumption when you wake up in bed next to that guy, right?” Dad smirks, and I tilt my head in confusion.
“You knew? So, you were taking the piss out of me for a laugh?” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Absolutely.” He chuckles, and my mouth drops open. “Come on, son, I’m your father. It’s hard to keep secrets from me, you know that. I’m allowed to piss you off from time to time, as well.”
“Yeah, great.” I rolled my eyes before finishing off the rest of my tea.
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