Loose Ends

010.

Warnings for homophobia, as well as abuse. Enjoy the chapter!

"Parker, Parker come back! Just let me explain please I --"

The shrill sound of Olivia's voice is cut off when Parker throws his middle finger up at her and quickens his pace, slamming the back door shut and jogging upstairs to his bedroom.

He's looking forward to the solitude his room offers, planning on putting his headphones on and blasting his music so loud that not one thought swimming around in his brain would be left standing.

But apparently his dad has been waiting for him because he's sitting patiently at the side of his bed, an open letter in his beefy hands.

Well shit is the first thought that comes to mind.

His dark eyes stay locked on the letter, his brain frantically attempting to come up with a way to get himself out of this situation. He knows what's in that letter, can tell just by the baby blue envelope that it's from him, and the tight set of his father's jaw is a clear sign that he's read the contents.

"You were to never speak to him again." Is all he says, staring at his son with a look on his face that could only be described as disappointment.

"I-I haven't. He keeps sending them, I don't write him back. I haven't talked to him, I swear dad I --"

"Don't call me that. No son of mine would ever be involved in something as disgusting as this." His father spits, throwing the letter at Parker's face.

He unfolds the letter in his trembling hands, blanching at what he sees.

Luca has written him a letter reminiscing about memories between them, some (okay most) of which where sexual in nature. To top it off there were a few photographs attached by a shiny silver paperclip. Parker could only imagine what the images were.

"Dad I'm sor -"

"Shut your mouth, Parker." The man cuts him off harshly, coming to stand directly in front of his son. "I won't tolerate this. You will not drag this family name through the dirt, boy. This is your last chance, you hear me? If I ever -- ever catch you doing anything remotely homosexual in nature you're out. I'll kick your sorry ass out of this house, take away your trust fund, you will have nothing. And you'll deserve it."

Park stands with his lips slightly parted, heart pounding inside his heaving chest, the letter nearly falling from his fingertips.

He's never had the best relationship with his father -- or either of his parents for that matter. But he'd always assumed that at the end of the day they'd be there for him, that they'd have his back and support him no matter what, like parents were supposed to do.

And maybe he really should have gotten the hint that he wasn't wanted -- at least not as long as he liked boys, when his father threw him into the wall after catching him on top of Luca in their London home living room. But he figured that as long as he was discreet with his relationships, there wouldn't be a problem, in fact he was counting on it.

That was the only way him next Caius could ever work.

But this, this is suffocating. He's looking into the eyes of his father and all he can see is hatred and disgust looking back at him, a fire burning behind his father's hazel eyes.

In retrospect, he should have held his tongue.

"Fuck you. How could you do that to your own son? How could you cut me off without a second thought just because I like guys, just because I'm gay --"