Hurt [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 9

Get your tissues ready.

You'll need them, I think.

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Chapter 9

(James)

"Where is he!" my father yelled.

No, damn. Dad.....

He rushed in. He was red in is face, I saw the plain anger in his eyes.

"Leave my house!"

"W-why?" I stuttered.

"I lost my job! Because my son is gay! How do you even dare to call yourself my son?"

"Because I am your son" I whispered.

"No! Leave my house now! And never come back! Do you understand me?"

"D-dad...."

"LEAVE!"

I stood up.

"I'm still your son tho..."

He did not reply.

Instead I got some hard punch on my cheek. I felt it becoming red. And it hurt. It hurt even more than the inner pain. The pain deep in my soul. And in my heart.

"And your car is mine now!"

"You know I can't walk!" I screamed.

"That's your fault!"

Then he pushed me downstairs and instantly closed the door after me.

There I stood, in the pouring rain.

Alone.

My own father has just thrown me out. My own father!

I let the tears flow, it didn't matter in the pouring rain.

I was homeless now.

How could this happen?

And what should I do now?

I had no one.

I was just alone.