LIVING

chapter 8

Tobi's voice raised in defiance as he stood tall, facing his father's disapproving glare. "I won't give him up, Dad. I love AJ, and I won't let you or anyone else come between us."

His father's face reddened with anger. "You're throwing your life away, Tobi. this isn't how you were raised.

Tobi's eyes flashed with determination.
"but it's how I am"

His father sneered. "You're blind, Tobi. You're blinded by your feelings for him and you can't see how he is ruining your life,

Tobi's fists clenched. "That's not true. AJ loves me, and I love him. We're happy together, and that's all that matters."

His father's expression turned cold. "You're no longer welcome in this house if you continue to see him. You're choosing him over your own family."

The days that followed were a blur of constant arguing and tension between Tobi and his father. The once-peaceful home was now a battleground, with Tobi's relationship with AJ at the center of the conflict.

Tobi's father refused to accept AJ, and Tobi refused to give him up. The stalemate was suffocating, and Tobi felt like he was being torn in two.

AJ tried to be supportive, but even he couldn't penetrate the darkness that had descended over Tobi. They argued too, their own relationship beginning to fray at the edges.

Tobi felt like he was losing himself, like he was drowning in the chaos. He couldn't take it anymore, the constant fighting, the endless drama.

One day, he reached his breaking point. He couldn't do it anymore.

Tobi walked down the dimly lit alley, his heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. He had never been to this part of town before, but he knew it was where he could find what he was looking for.

He approached a burly man with a scar above his left eyebrow, known as red, who eyed him warily. "What do you want, kid?"

Tobi swallowed hard. "I need to borrow a gun."

The man raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

Tobi hesitated, then said, "I need to make a point."

after much terms and conditions red handed Tobi a sleek black pistol. "Be careful with that thing."

Tobi took the gun and left, his mind racing with what he was about to do.

The next day, Tobi invited both families to his house, his heart heavy with anxiety. AJ's father and his own father sat opposite each other, their faces tense.

Tobi stood before them, the gun visible in his hand. "I asked you here today because I want you to accept my relationship with AJ."

His father snorted. "Never."

AJ's father looked was the same, if that is why we are here then you are wasting your time ,
 

Tobi's eyes locked onto his father's, his gaze unwavering. "I'm not joking," he said, his voice firm. "say it or  I'll pull the trigger if you don't accept us."

AJ's eyes widened in horror as Tobi pointed the gun at his own head. "Tobi, no! Please!" he begged, tears streaming down his face.

The room erupted into chaos, with both families pleading with Tobi to put the gun down. But Tobi's fathers remained stubborn, their faces set in stone.

"You're being dramatic, Tobi," his father sneered.

But Tobi's gaze never wavered. "I'm not being dramatic. I'm being desperate. I'll do whatever it takes to be with AJ."