Rebel Yell

The Break-Up

Andy's Point of View

I opened my eyes and looked up at my father. He looked so worried.

"Hey, Pa."

"Andy!" His arms wrapped around me and I smiled.

"Hey, Ma." She was crying.

"Andy, my little baby." She hugged me as well. I looked around.

"Where's Ashley?"

My father growled. "That little faggot is not coming near you again."

My eyes widened and I felt my heart sink. "W-What?"

"You heard me. That thing won't try to faggotize you any more."

"Pa, I love Ashley."

"No, he has convinced you that you do but you don't."

"Pa, I know this feeling."

"NO!"

A doctor walked in looking concerned. "Mr and Mrs Biersack, Andrew. We all need to talk."

As I listened to the doctor's news, my father smacked me.

I stared at the ceiling. No way was this happening...

My father left, pulling my mother out. I heard him yelling. "Faggot! Never in my life! Preposterous! He is officially disowned!"

I closed my eyes, sleep coming quickly. I welcomed it, wishing it was death.