Hamilton University

Chapter 17

The One Where Dads Suck

Alexander's POV

I was a nervous wreck. Who did this? Is he going to be okay? I just got done putting the last bandaid on his face when his eyes fluttered open. He looked like he was about to say something, but interrupted himself with a groan.

"Shh. You're okay." I said, trying (and failing) to be reassuring.

"Ah-shit. What happened?" He tried to sit up, but I made him go back down. "I... I don't know. I found you outside." I said honestly.

"What? Oh... OH. Now I remember." He cringed. "Okay, you're not bleeding and the swelling is going down... Now tell me what happened."

John's POV

I sighed. "My dad came over." I said quietly. Alex looked at me guiltily. "Oh John... I'm sorry. How does he even know where we live? I'm going to kill him." He said, and then put a blanket on me.

"Well he's not really my dad anymore." I said ironically, trying to get a laugh.

"Wait... What?" He said angrily, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Yeah, he just came to tell me that he disowned me... And well... Beat the shit out of me, that too."

"I can't believe this! That's like chil-" he looked at me sadly. "That's like hate crime! I'm calling the police!" He jumped up and walked towards the phone, and I almost laughed at that.

"Don't bother. You think that's the first time the police got called on my dad? He'll get out of it. He's literally a lawyer." It was quiet for a little bit.

"Are you okay?" He said and sat back down and put his arm around me. I took a deep breath.

"You know what? Not really... It was just nice to say I atleast had a dad, you know? Like... He was shitty, but he was still my dad. He got me icecream sometimes, helped me do homework, he wasn't all that bad..."

I didn't even notice the tears dripping down my cheeks until Alex wiped them away. (A/N: lmaooo that sounded so fanfictiony) "Hey... Look at me. Sure he was a good guy sometimes, but even Hitler was a good guy sometimes! Didn't he save a drowning kid or something? I mean... I'm not saying your dad is Hitler, but being good sometimes doesn't excuse his actions. It should be a good thing that you never see that asshole again."

"But what if I do? What if he comes after you or something?"

"Then I'll fight him! I'll fight anybody! I'll fight god! I'll fight the sun!" He said.

"Alex..."

"He won't. I promise." And with that, I fell asleep.

Peggy's POV

     I sat in my chair. I decided to tell everybody that I was gay, and surprisingly they said they already knew. I'm not that obvious, am I? Now, the last person to tell was my dad. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
I sat in the uncomfortable overpriced vintage chair. "So... There's no easy way to tell you this, okay? But... I'm gay." I said, and let out a deep breath. My dad jumped out off his chair. "My god, Peggy! How long have you been a homo? Who else knows?" He said, pacing around. "Eliza, Angie- I mean Angelica, and 4 of my friends."
He grabbed my shoulders. "You cannot let the public know about this! Don't worry, I'll pay for therapy." He said, like he was actually supporting me. I took his hand of my shoulder. "What? I don't need therapy, dad. I'm not going to change who I am." I said, trying to reason. "You will if you're part of the Schuyler household!"
"Well maybe I don't want to be a part of the Schuyler household!" I yelled, and immediately put my hand over my mouth. "Go. Get out before I change my mind." He said, and slammed the door in my face.

anDPEGGY: dads suck.

gay™: true. but context of this new realization?

anDPEGGY: I just told my dad I'm a lesbian.

gay™: Oh shit you okay?

anDPEGGY: Yeah, could have gone worse I guess.