I'm In Love With You. [BoyxBoy]

#CHAPTER 22

He ran to his house and slammed the door in front of me. I sighed. "Thanks." I said through gritted teeth before entering the house. His parents just glared at me. "Where is he?" I asked. "In his bedroom. What's going on?" His father asked. "Nothing. It's fine." I said walking up the stairs. "Charlie. Come back down." His father ordered. I sighed and walked towards him. "Yes?" I asked. "What's going on?" He asked again. "Nothing. He just got mad about something. Everything's good. Don't worry." I said. He glared at me. I smiled before walking straight to Arthur's room. "Arthur. Please. You have to understand." I said. "Understand what? How I get to be beaten up everyday while you walk free?" I sighed. "You don't get beaten up anymore. I stop him every time and I get beaten up when I stop him from beating you." I said. "That's not the point! My parents said they were accepting and you still don't want to tell them. You can fight back so there's no worry about getting hit! I don't want to stay behind you. In your shadow." He said. "You're right next to me. Please. Arthur. You know it's hard." I said. He chuckled. "No I don't." He pushed me out. I walked back in. "Leave me alone!" He said louder. "Arthur." I said softly. "F*** off!" He yelled. "F*** off!" He pushed me and slammed his door. I sighed. I turned around to see his parents. "Everything's Ok." I said smiling. I walked to my room and closed the door. This was making me mad. And sad. And pissed off. I took my suit case and threw it on the mirror, while screaming. Gosh I was uncontrollable when I was mad. I kicked the wall and my desk which broke it. "F*** me!" I yelled before dropping to the ground. "F*** me." I sighed. Why was this so hard. I groaned and threw a ball at the window which cracked it but didn't brake it. I sighed. I just wanted a not more time. I just needed time. Time that I didn't have. Time that was gone. Time that was never coming back. I wanted a second chance. I closed my eyes, not wanting the tears I was holding back to fall out.

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Charlie?" I heard a soft whisper. I didn't answer and turned my back at the door. It opened. "Charlie?" It was his mother. She gasped as she saw my room. "Honey, is everything Ok?" I didn't answer. I didn't want to explain why I had destroyed my bedroom and why I was lying, curved up in a ball, on the floor. I heard her sigh before walking back out. "What's wrong with him?" I heard his father's deep voice. "I don't know. His bedroom is a wreck and he's lying down on the floor." I heard her whisper. Gosh. I couldn't let them pay the damage I had made. "Let me talk to him." He said. I groaned. My door opened. "Charlie? Turn around please." His father said. I sighed and turned around. "Open your eyes." I did as he said. He smiled sadly. "What's wrong? Talk to me. I'm here for you." He said. I smiled. "Nothing's wrong. Thank you." I answered. He sat down next to me. "Sit up." I shook my head. He chuckled. "Gosh you're stubborn." I chuckled. "What happened?" He asked. I sighed. Did I have to tell him? Did I want to tell him? I cleared my throat from the tears I held back. "I'm dating your son. That happened." I said. He nodded slowly. "O...k. So you're dating Arthur. What's wrong?" I sighed. "I'd really rather sleep." I said. He shook his head. "Spit it out." I glared at him. "He's rejecting me." I said. He frowned. "Why?" I whined. "Because I'm a f****** asshole who can't let go of his past and I'm a f****** douche bag for letting my fears come between us." I said. He didn't answer. "I take it you think the same thing. Good night." I said. He sighed. "I still don't get what's wrong." I groaned. "I'm wrong! I'm wrong and he's f****** perfect. I'm a broken up orphan whom in his head is still a f****** scared child!" I said louder. He just looked at me. "Is that why you destroyed your whole room?" I sighed in frustration. "Think." He sighed. "Sorry." I sighed. "He just needs someone who can come out without being scared of whatever I'm scared of. And I can't be that person because my past is holding me back." I said. "I don't know what happened in your past and I don't want to know but your past is what helped you become who you are today. It doesn't define who you are. It isn't who you are. Let it go. The only cage here is yourself. You are free. Let yourself be free." I smiled and sighed. "Go to bed." He said getting up. "Will talk tomorrow." I nodded and walked to my bed. "Goodnight." I said. He smiled and closed the door.