Breaking the Rules [BoyxBoy]

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warning: explicit content ahead.

All is how it should be, I assume
Except for the distance between me and you

Chapter 14 ~ Falling Over Me

Owen Bailey

A couple hours and several cigarettes later, I found myself in the midst of a heated argument between my father and I, but it was mostly one-sided because he had done all the yelling. He had gotten into one of his moods again where he was under the impression that I had completely ruined his life. He had damned me to hell and called me a whole list of other names I didn't want to repeat. Long story short, he hated me and I stood there, forcing myself to take his bitter comments without completely losing my shit.

"It's you," he spat with so much contempt that it was worth questioning if we were even related, "it's your goddamn fault! She would've never left me if it wasn't for you! You did this! You've been nothing but a disgrace, you filthy bastard!" Allowing his rage to consume him, he searched for the first object that he could find (which happened to be a vase) and threw it at me. I dodged it in time.

"Dad!" I screamed. "Just calm the hell down!"

"Don't you tell me to calm down, boy," he hissed with disdain in his words. "I want nothing to do with you!"

The argument had started shortly after I mentioned that he was invited to Liam's birthday party. It was a stupid thing for me to say, but I was in a good mood and I wanted to brighten his day with news that would grant him his wish: to see my mom again. He took it as the love of his life's illegitimate son living to see another year.

As he threw his adult tantrum, I massaged my temples with the tips of my fingers and tried to think of the best way to escape this situation. I had done him a favor by stopping by this dingy apartment and offering to take him out for dinner and how did he repay me? By throwing a vase at my head.

Pushing off the wall, I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and sauntered out of the house all while my father continued to bitch about his messed up life. The cool summer breeze brushed my hair back as I trekked over to my truck, cigarette and lighter in hand. Just as I propped open the door, my cell phone vibrated, signaling an incoming call from an unknown number. Figuring it was either Matthew or Patrick, I answered, "What do you want."

"Owen?" The voice sounded familiar—scared and naive.

"Trey," I mused with a growing smile. "How'd you get my number?"

"Liam gave it to me—look, listen, do you want to go somewhere?"

I felt my smile morph into a conceited smirk as I slipped into the driver's seat and started the truck with that familiar sensation of the engine roaring beneath my feet tickling down my spine. "You're actually asking me out on a date?" I chuckled. "Wow, you must like me more than I thought since you're willing to forget about all the horrible things, or so you say, that I did to you."

"You threatened to kill me," he deadpanned.

I shrugged. "Just another Thursday."

"I'm not asking you out, okay?" he responded, his voice sounded thoroughly annoyed. "I'm asking if you'd be kind enough to accompany me to a bar, so that I can drown myself in alcohol."