Peter Pan and his Lost Boy // Jian AU

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•°Kian's POV°•

Blindly, my hands search the space around me for my dark blue comforter. Quickly, I pull the heavy material all the way up to my chin, causing warm air to envelope my body. The corners of my mouth tug up slightly, and I snuggle deeper into the little peace I've created in the middle of this chaotic night.

Moments prior to this one, screaming filled every corner of this house. The hateful words of my father and defensive ones belonging to my mother echoed off the bare walls, and traveled right under my door, filling my heart with guilt. The fighting went on for what seemed like an hour and a half until the house suddenly went completely silent. During this fight, I acted just like a small child would. I curled into a ball and pulled the blanket over my head, creating what I pretended was a force field. It protected me from all the hateful words, even if it was only for a little bit.

Loud footsteps pull me from my thoughts, and my heart beat quickens as they get closer. I knew that he would be coming to my room at some point, I've been anticipating it from the start. So yeah, I've had a bag packed from the moment I left my mom at the dinner table. But, no matter how full that duffle bag is at the door, doesn't mean I'll take this lightly. I figured my brain would be so fucked up after actually being told to leave that I would forget something important. Suddenly, the door swings open and I flinch as it hits the wall. The light above me flickers on and I open my eyes to see my angry father before me.

"Get up," he growls. His body is tense, his jaw locked, and his eyes full of disappointment and anger.

My body takes immediate action and I scramble out of the queen-size bed at lightning speed. I cross my arms over my chest, feeling overexposed as I stand there in only my plaid boxers. His judgmental eyes slowly scan my body and he scoffs afterwards.

"You know, I always told myself there was something wrong with you. How you always wanted to die your hair blonde when you turned fifteen and how at sixteen you started getting those dumb and meaningless tattoos. The real doubt started when you got that nose-ring. Of course, I pushed this doubt into the dark corners of my mind, hoping that maybe I was just over reacting, you know. But, like always, I was right all along. You're a sick faggot," he growls, taking a moment to spit at my bare feet.

"D-Dad, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you earlier, and I know this is terrible timing. But, I want you to understand and accept what I am," I plead, turning to put on some sweatpants.

"No, Kian, I will never accept such a sin, even if you are my only child. But, of course, I can see the real reason you came out tonight, even if your mother is too ignorant," he informs me, a cocky aura covering his body. Shit, it didn't take him too long to figure out some dumbass reason that I came out. "You obviously know that your sexuality will effect my chances of winning, so you thought by telling me you'd get me to change my mind. Well, let me tell you, you couldn't be more wrong. No matter how courageous your mother swears your act was, I know that you're just being a selfish bastard. I don't like selfish people, you know that. So, that gives me a perfect reason to finally kick you out."

The malicious smile that soon graces his lips causes my stomach to twist. I've never seen him look so...evilly satisfied. With a nauseating feeling now roaming free throughout my body, I quickly look for a hoodie to slip on. I knew he was going to do this, again, I was completely prepared, but I still feel like vomiting all over the floor. Who would think he would be so happy about kicking me out of this house?

"Fine, if it calms your conscious, I'll leave. But since it's snowing outside, I need to get dressed in something else, alright?" I say as calmly as possible, not wanting to get him too angry. Even now, as he's being a complete asshole, I'm still trying to not upset him. Why? I honestly don't know.