Kiss With A Fist (Jolinsky) [SEMI-HIATUS]

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Jack Gilinsky's P.O.V

"There's really no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt and get to the point," I breathed out quickly, looking at both of my parents nervously, "I'm gay." I struggled to whisper, patiently waiting to see their reactions.

My words seemed to be a vacuum that sucked up the entire atmosphere, leaving nothing but an uncomfortable silence.

"Good one,"  my father finally replied. "You really had me going there for a secon-".

My mother's eyes widened as she eyed her only son up and down.

"I don't think he's kidding, dear." She said, interrupting her husband.

"Of course he is honey, we didn't raise a faggot." He said, spurts of laughter coming out as he struggled to complete his sentence. "Good one son, so what do you really want to tell us? Did you get in another car accident? Do you want some money? What is it, we don't have all day."

My  eyes began to brim with tears, their words turning the handle to the faucet in my broken brown eyes.

"I-I-I'm not kidding." I stuttered out, fear beginning to radiate throughout my body as my father's face contorted from lighthearted to angry.

"What do you mean you're not kidding? This isn't funny, Jack." My father replied sternly, tilting his head downward, eyeing me with nothing but pure frustration.

I gently began to rub the back of my sweaty neck, biting my bottom lip nervously.

"I'm gay, Dad. I like boys, I don't want to but I fucking do and it's tearing me up inside to keep this from you guys. You're all I have." I muttered, tears rolling down my cheeks as those words left my chapped lips.

My dad took off his glasses and began rubbing his temples, my mom looking at him fearfully, not sure of what he was going to say or do.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, he stood up and looked up at me, pointing to the front door.

"Out." He ordered, snarling at me with nothing but pure disgust.

"David, no." My mother pleaded, placing her hand in his gently.

My dad looked over at her and moved his hand away from hers, leaving her slightly shocked.

"If you want to raise a faggot son, be my guest. But it won't be in my household and it sure as hell won't be under my last name." He shouted, causing her to jump slightly.

She took one last look at me before mouthing the word, 'sorry', nothing but pure sympathy laced throughout her glossy eyes. She then composed herself and placed her hand back in her husband's.

"I will not have the Gilinsky family name dragged through the dirt because of you. Since you are choosing to be gay, I'm choosing to disown you. Don't ask us for money, help, or anything else for that matter. Get out." He angrily spat, only causing me to sob harder, my  heart shattering at my own father's belittling words.

Everything suddenly started to blur together and I found myself  with suitcases that were sloppily packed, tearstained eyes, and a broken heart in the middle of an Omaha rainstorm.

"How did things get so bad so fucking fast?" I sighed out into the atmosphere, letting the rain soak my clothed body.

A lightning bolt struck the ground next to me, causing my vision to be distorted, everything turning a blinding white. And then I found myself in the middle of a forest, nothing but unfamiliar territory surrounding me.