Thank god it was the weekand. It was just a normal Saturday, I got up from my room, ate breakfast with the rest of the gammas. And went back to my bed to lie down for awhile.
All of a sudden tank was knocking at my door. Thinking nothing of it I let him in.
"What is it?" I asked, not bothering to leave my bed
"Your dad man- he's outside demanding to see you. He knows.." tank said. Fear plasters on his face.
"Shit." I muttered, jumping up and grabbing some clothes
"Thanks man! I'll be down in a second!" I called to tank from my bathroom where I had been brushing my teeth.
After I was presentable, I quickly went downstairs and out the front door.
Father was sitting in a limo that our driver was driving.
A body guard opend my door and I stepped in, sitting across from my father.
The door shut and off we went.
"Uh, you wanted to see me father?" I said nervously. Fidgeting with my fingers
"You know exactly what Bradley." He hissed back. Pulling a paper out of his pockets and shoving it in my face
"Who the hell is this boy?! Don't tell me you're one of those- those.. HOMOS!" He shouted, making me flinch.
I opend the paper, even if I knew what it was.
"Father he's not-" i tried to say before he cut me off
"I don't wanna fucking hear it! You are Bradley uppercrust the third, not a faggot!" He shouted
How dare he call me that?! I didn't even like max.
"Father, I don't like that boy." I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"I swear- it was just.. just a dare by a friend." I said. My voice quivering "Then why were tongue's involved?! I know this isn't something like a dare! Your disgusting Bradley! Disgusting! Your grounded for a whole damn year, and don't let me EVER see you with this boy. Strike two." He said,
My heart dropped "strike two!" Repeated in my head
"What- but I thought this was only strike one?" I questioned quietly
"Strike one was for not answering my calls, nor texts. Strike two is for that damn boy." He said.
I wanted to cry, how did he even know? He rarely comes up here.
"Take us home!" He shouted up to the driver
"You'rere absolutely pathetic." He said, palming his forehead with his hand.
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The minute we arrived home, I was practically ripped by the ear out of the car. Father pulled me inside, throwing me to the floor.
"Sarah!" Shouted my dad
"Get in here! It's about Bradley!"
"What is it honey?" My mom walked in, seeing me on the floor.
"Oh, what has the boy done this time?" She said, crossing her arms."
"He's kissed a damn boy!" Father shouted, handing the picture to my mother.
I sat in my knees, looking down. Too ashamed to say anything else.
"Not my damn son.i expected better from you Bradley, this is not the straight, perfect boy we raised." He said,
"I never want too see you with this boy again." Mother said.
Tears streamed down my face as I looked at them pleasingly
"I'm sorry." I whispered, my voice horse. A sob escaped my lips
"I'm so sorry."
My head in my hands, sitting on my knees. I sobbed.
It's been so long since I've cried. So long.
"You know what happened next, don't you?" Father shouted
I nodded.
He grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me up, just to me back down again. He began kicking my sides, and head. As I sobbed in pain, and fear.
He punched my thighs. Kicked my stomach, and grabbed me by my neck, pinning me to the floor, I coughed, and tried to scream, but nothing but sobs came out.
"You're so foolish. You knew what was coming." He said.
Father bent down closer to my ear
"I'll do worse next time you disobey me. You understand?" He whispered meanly.
I nodded, gasping for air.
"What was that?!" He held my neck righted
"I-" I coughed out "u-under st-and!" I sobbed
Finally, he let go of my neck. And walked away
"Take him back!" Screeched my mother to one of the guards.
I was still curled up in a ball on the floor. One guard grabbed me by my arm, and steadily picked me up, grabbing my hips to carry me. It hurt so badly. All I could do was cry.
We placed me on the seat, and we began driving to the frat house.
I couldn't let them see me like this, so I wiped my tears, and tried to straighten myself up.
When we arrived, I got out of the car, and carefully walked back inside, even tho my legs hurt so bad.
"You alright sweetheart?" Asked tank, standing in the door way.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked with a smile.
I walked back to my room, practically slammed my door. And dropped to the floor. Sobbing once again. Groaning in pain, I managed to crawl to my bed, and climb up it weakly. I lie awake for hours in bed, the pain to agonizing to sleep with. Finally, at 3:47am, I managed to fall asleep.
