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𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 Bryshere left and Gabriel got his emotions out, he washed his face and headed upstairs to find his father to talk— finally feeling a little more level headed.
"Papa?!" He called out through the house until a few moments later his father came jogging down the steps, "Uh... can we talk?"
Jesus nodded and tilted his head toward the couch for them to sit on. Gabriel and him both took a seat and he didn't hesitate to speak, his father's silence was scary, "I'm sorry for the way I spoke—"
"It was valid... this time." Jesus finally spoke.
"Why... dad... why?" Gabriel pouted trying to fight away his own tears. Jesus had never seen him so hurt— it almost broke the tough nonchalant man. "You said this hurtful shit about me and you hitting my m-mom?" His voice cracked.
A tear dropped from Jesus' eye and he quickly wiped it, "I wasn't in the right head space back then... I was a terrible person... and I realized that me and your little boyfriend had much more in common than I thought. I'd hate for somebody I love to be treated the way I treated your mother and Bryshere was nearly close to the loser I used to be— that's why I hated him so much but I'm trying, Gabriel."
"And what's your fucking excuse for choking her out for defending me, huh?" Gabriel slightly shouted, "So mad she's defending your gay child?" He huffed, "Like I didn't catch you with a fucking man a couple of months ago."
"Gabriel!" Jesus slightly shouted and quickly calmed down, "That wasn't what it seemed."
"Well what the fuck was it? Cause I walked in on you on your knees with a dic—"
"GABRIEL!" He shouted again, "Enough, okay..."
"You hate me because I'm you." Gabriel chuckled, "You stay with my mom because she's all you know but you're really a gay man trying to hide behind religion and a woman... you're gay." He called his father out.
"Gabriel, I'm letting you speak freely because you deserve to, but you're crossing the line!" Jesus was getting frustrated.
"I'm crossing the line because I'm speaking the truth?!" Gabriel laughed out, "Last time I talked to you about this you gave me a black eye and I had to lie about it. I went and got drunk to hide the pain and then I had to cover up at practice and purposely pick a fight just to justify a reason for a black eye— all because you can't be yourself." He shook his head and walked away from his father.
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