Silence. Silence is the only thing right now but it seems to be the loudest thing I ever heard. It's dark outside this gloomy hotel I'm staying at and I all can seem to do it be glued in the chair watching the rain collect into one big drop and slide further down the window. My suitcase is sprawled out on the hard mattress for a bed, my clothes out to dry from the mud and rain, and tears. I don't when I stopped crying, I just didn't feel the cold liquid run down my face anymore. All I can think is why? Why would you hate your own child for being gay? I never killed anyone, I never done drugs, but yet being gay seems to be way worse then any of that. My parents are just lucky I'm eighteen now anyways, I'm legal now so I can't report them for kicking me out. I get up from the wooden chair and walk to the small bathroom and close the door, the bathroom is definitely one person only, a toilet, bath with a shower head, and a sink and mirror all crammed into this tiny space. I look in the mirror and I look absolutely horrid, my hair is messy and poofy and my eyes are red and swollen like I was just beaten up. I honestly think getting beaten up would have been better then to have been thrown out of a house I lived all my life from the people I've come to know and love. I undress and step into the bath and turn the water on and lean against the wall as the water hits me. The Luke warm water sprays my neck and rolls down the rest of my shaven body. I begin to wash my hair and body, my mind completely blank. Actually, no, the only thing on my mind is where next? Where am I supposed to go now? I might to back to London and call my friend Liam up and ask to stay with him for time being. I finish washing myself off and start drying my hair and body. I always loved Mom even when she cheated and got pregnant to another man that dad doesn't know about, and I loved Dad, even when he would come home drunk and take it out on everyone. I dress in red boxers, and stripped pajama pants before crawling into the bed and sighing. I grab my phone and text Liam asking if I could spend time with him for awhile till I get back on my feet. To Liammm: Hey, I came out to my parents and it was bad, I'm staying in a hotel with a suitcase and I was wondering that if I fly back to London, I could stay with you for a little while? A few moments later he replies. From Liammm: Yes! Of course buddy! Take all the time you need, I don't have any plans so see you soon!:-) I chuckle and text him back saying thanks. Liam has been my best friend since we were in diapers and he is a closeted gay. He lives by himself because his apartment is near his college. I turn my phone off and set it on the nightstand before I close my eyes. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings I think to myself as I fall asleep.
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Ready To Run (A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"Get out! Get out of my house Louis and don't come back unless you're cured from your sickness!" My mother yelled as my father threw me out of the the house. "Being Gay is not a sickness and you know it!" I yelled back as my suitcase flew out and la...
