In Love with the Devil's Boy.

Broken Glass.

"Janice, we've talked about this before. You're a-"

"A girl? I know, you keep reminding me. But do you know what, dad? I'm not a girl, and I don't even want to be your child if you can't accept me." Janice was done. He was sick of the constant crap that he copped from his father on a daily basis. He thought that his 'loving and caring' father would always be there for him, like he always said he would. The boy was clearly very wrong.

God was seething with anger. He spat out each word as if it were lava. "I don't need to accept you. I'm your father, so you'll have to get over yourself and realize that you are a girl, and you always will be a one."

Janice had to listen closely to make out what his father had said. His speech was noticeably slurred because of how intoxicated the man was. "Oh, because you're so perfect. Everyone thinks that you're an amazing being and that you make no mistakes, hah. What a fucking joke." He knew that would push his father over the edge, but that made it more fun. It reminded him of how imperfect he really was.

His father went silent. Mainly because he was gulping down another alcoholic beverage, although silent nonetheless. Janice mocked his father under his breath. "Exactly, you're a pathetic excuse for a God." The teenager thought that his words went undetected, yet the man heard everything he had just said. More infuriated than before, God threw his once full glass against the white palace wall. Hundreds of glass shards were now scattered all across the floor due to his outburst.

"Okay, I've tolerated your bullshit for long enough. You aren't some fucking tranny. You aren't a male. I would know, I made you. Now, I don't want to see your face for any longer." And with that, God went to the same place that he always goes to when he's in a drunken rage.

Hell.