Unspoken Colours

Chapter 8

My legs gave way and I slid down the brick wall, burying my head in my knees in the darkness of the night, trying to erase what had just happened.

I didn't want to erase it though, which was the most shaking part of all of this. I liked girls and I was going to marry a girl and have children with a girl, never had it crossed my mind to question that or even contemplate questioning that. What happened, I thought, was a blip. It was an anomalous event, an accident... a bad accident? - Maybe, but a good accident? I feared.

I couldn't think about this. I had to forget about it and the best way to do that was go inside into my normal house where everyone was as Dad considered, normal.

So I stood back up and took a glance around me to see if Alex was anywhere to be seen and when he was not, I pressed the pin in. The small gate door opened and I went through, approaching home slowly so I could convince myself that with every footstep I took away from the crime scene, the more it hadn't been committed. Before I even knocked, the door swung open only to reveal the one person I couldn't bear to look at right then.

"D-Dad," I stuttered.

He stared hard at me and for one horrific, spine-shivering moment I thought he'd seen me and Alex, but that nightmare passed as he nodded and smiled at me, and then stepped aside for me to come in, completely unaware what he was letting come into his house.