Love at first sight...<3

Part 19

Things are going to start happening in the next few chapters ouo I'm planning to write 10-15 more chapters for this story and then I shall be finished with my first story </3 This story is my primary focus right now then once it is over </3 Jack Frost will be the next focus. Once those two are done (My two babies </3) Then I have gotten this idea for this other story and I've already written the first chapter. It will be uploaded once these are done </3 It's just...MY BABIES ;_; THEY GROW UP SO FAST DX Welp ;_; I LOVE YOU >:O VOTE/COMMENT!!!!! Please? ;w;

Austin's pov

   Kat came home happily around ten o'clock last night. Peter was apparently a complete gentlemen and they were going to go out again sometime. I was happy for her. I laid in the bed next to a sleeping Dakota, unable to sleep. We have to go home tomorrow. I planned to tell my father once Dakota dropped me off. 

   I eventually did fall asleep, it just wasn't a satisfying rest. I didn't eat, I didn't talk, I barely breathed. I had made the decision without Dakota, not wanting him to be hurt by my dad. My father was a religious man, he didn't believe in this kind of thing. I've prepared myself, once I get home I'll go to my room and pack a bag with clothes and things I will need. I will then tell him. If he actually reacts well to it then the bag will not be needed. If he doesn't react well to it, the bag will be needed. I don't know where I could go, I just won't stay there. 

   I went over the plan a million times in my head during the drive to my house, but once I stood on my doorstep, my mind went blank. I lifelessly opened the door and walked to my room. I grabbed a suitcase from my closet and sat it on my bed. I stood there looking at it before everything came back to me. I began putting clothes and things into it. I didn't hear the door open because I was crying to hard. "Son, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be unpacking instead of packing?" I froze. "D-Dad." I stuttered out. "That's me, but really, why are you packing?" I looked at him, eyes watering, tears falling,"For what I'm about to tell you." He looked at me curiously and confused,"What do you have to tell me? Wipe the tears off of your face." I didn't wipe the tears for I know there would just be more to follow,"D-Dad, I'm G-Gay." I stuttered that out also. He looked like he was just punched,"No you're not." I nodded through salty tears,"Yeah I am." "No son of mine likes men. Who is the pile of crap that put these ideas into your head?!" He screamed at me. I lowered my head,"He isn't a pile of crap." "Do you know what happens to faggots?" I shook my head crying at the fact that my own father called me a faggot. "They burn." I looked at him stunned, shocked. "W-what?" "They burn in hell." I cried harder. "Get out! Get out of my house!" I reached for the suitcase but he got to it first. It slammed against the wall and I looked at him in horror. "Out." He commanded. I rushed past him and out of the house. I ran on the sidewalks and peoples lawns. Up the street, down the street, I couldn't tell anymore. I stopped at a park and laid down on a bench, this is where I would sleep tonight. 

   I woke up at a time unknown and began walking again. I walked by the pizza place, and the subway. I know I was getting close to the school. I saw it, I began to run. I ran faster, speeding past students and teachers. I sulked against his locker, waiting for him. Maybe if I ended it, and told my father it was all just a joke, I could go home. The thought invited me, begged me. I needed that. "Um, Austin?" I heard Dakota say. I opened my closed eyes,"Kota, we need to talk." "What, why?" I pulled him into the same janitor closet as last time. "Austin, what's wrong? You look like you spent a night on a bench or something." "I'm so sorry Dakota." "Wait, why are you sorry?" He looked at me confused. "We can't be together anymore, it's not right." He stumbled backwards and into some cleaning supplies,"What?" Hurt clouded his face. Tears started to fall down my face. "I'm breaking up with you." My heart broke from the look on his face before opening the door and walking out. "Hey, faggot." I turned to see the person who said it. It was the girl from the restaurant. 

MY POOR BABIES DX BOTH OF THEM ARE HURTING RIGHT NOW </3 I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON!!!!! I CAN'T LET ANYONE BE HAPPY FOR TO LONG, CAN I? Hopefully things will get better :3 Welp o-o I LOVE YOU >:O VOTE/COMMENT!!!!!!!! Please? ;w;