Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 16

It's not even twenty minutes after fleeing from the Ross residence, and I'm lying on my bed, waiting for my life to just end already. I mean, there hasn't even been a phone call, and I'm thinking this whole waiting/slowly-dying deal is a whole lot worse than what's going to be in store for me later.

I'm thinking it will go two ways, either my mom will come barging into my room, screaming at me for corrupting the pastor's son and ground me for the rest of my life then possibly send me to one of those all boys reform schools (All boys? Hmm. That actually might not be so bad). Or, Pastor George will forbid me from ever seeing Ryan again for the rest of my life (Oh god, it hurts already).

Then, there's the possibility of my mom defending me and she'll use her persuasion powers to convince Pastor George that there is nothing wrong with homosexuality and God loves us no matter what. Then, Ryan and I will get married, adopt ten kids from a third world country (we can be the next Brangelina) and live happily ever after.

Oh, please God, let it be the second option.

Another 2347234727467234 minutes pass (well, in reality it's probably only about ten but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it) and the phone still doesn't ring, and I'm really starting to get a little worried about Ryan. However, just as I'm about to kill myself (no guys, not really) the doorbell rings, and I'm dashing out of my room and down the stairs towards my front door. Now, I'm not even really sure why because if it's Pastor George (which is a great possibility) I really, really, really don't want to have to deal with him right now (or really like, ever look at him ever again. Cause hey, I mean, he heard me fondling and talking dirty to his son. If I didn't already have a place secure in Hell I certainly do now).

Fortunately, when I pull open the door, it's Ryan who's standing there outside on my porch soaking wet and shivering from the rain that finally decided to come down, and his eyes are red and swimming with tears. Okay, so, maybe not so fortunate.

He looks like a wet, lost, little puppy dog and it seriously breaks my heart into a million pieces.

"Hey..." I say softly.

He looks up at the sky, bites down onto his bottom lip and doesn't say anything.

And oh my god, the site makes me want to cry!

So, I don't really have to think twice before I'm wrapping my arms tight around his tiny little frame, and pulling him flush against me and he's soaking wet but I don't even care. He immediately presses his face into my shoulder, and makes a few choking/sniffling noises into my sweater. "He said I wasn't his son," he sobs into my shoulder. "He said -" Hiccup, "He said no son of his was a- a faggot."

"Shh," I whisper into his ear and I pull us back into my house out of the cold and rain, shutting the door behind us with my foot.

"He told me that I was a disgrace to God, and people like me didn't belong in Heaven and that I was going straight to Hell. Then he - " he hiccups again, takes a deep breath, then hiccups once more before continuing, "Then he pulled out the bible and started reading me all these bible verses that he has fucking bookmarked, Brendon. Bookmarked!"

I rub his back, kiss the top of his wet hair, and I wish I could just make it all go away. It literally breaks me to see him hurting like this, and it really makes me realize how much I do care about him. "Shh, it's okay," I murmur into his ear. "He didn't mean it, he was just... he was just shocked that's all." I pull his head up from my shoulder, and wipe the hot tears flowing down his cheeks with my thumbs. "I promise you, Ry. You're still his son, and he still loves you. I know he does. I see the way he looks at you, Ry, he's so proud of you, and he still is. Any father, mother, whatever would kill to have you as a son. Heck, I can bet you a lot of money that my mom would trade me for you any day."