Standing On Edge (boyxboy)

Chapter 17: Take a Step on The Edge

When we got home – that felt odd to say, like we were two couples getting home from work – he slammed the door behind him and just shattered. This time I was comforting him instead, telling him everything was going to be alright.

me: Don't nervous.. It's time they should know.. Everything'll be alright.

Derrick sat on the couch and proceeded to melt into it.

I grabbed at my lip which was bleeding furiously, but wiped it off with my sleeve.

Derrick: yeah, but Jocelyn's dad is crazy. I don't know what he would do.

I sat down next to him.

me: you are too.

He glanced at me, his eyes falling from my eyes to my lips. He touched my chin and smiled brightly at me.

D: How much time does he need to know that I am happy with you?

My hands slapped his hand away.

me: That's gay.

Derrick: so are you.

I smiled.

me: It's time we come out.

his body cringed. We've both dropped subtle hints like.. Once Derrick was hungry and J's Dad went up to him and he said

JD: Hey Derrick Are you hungry?

D: yeah?

JD: what are you hungry for?

Derrick looked him straight in the eyes and said..

D: SAUSAGE. A big slab of spicy Italian sausage.

J's Dad just looked at him and walked away awkwardly.

But this time it was different... we were confirming our sexuality's to our families, It was scary.. but we thought it was by time they should know.

Both our guardians were in the house. and were upstairs in different rooms.

me: Ill go first.

I sheepishly walked upstairs then opened the door.

My mom was on the bed talking on the phone.

mom: mhm.. okay. Yeah he wont go back. NO! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. how dare you!. goodbye.

she turned around to face me. she got up and hugged me with tears in her eyes.

mom: Oh cory.. are you okay? did they hurt you bad.

she started inspecting me.

me: mom.. i should tell you why they beat me up.

my voice cracked and pretty soon I started bawling like a baby.

Tears were just pouring out of my eyes like it was the end of the world. I couldn't breathe, my heart was pumping like it had just ran a marathon. And I'm pretty sure I was at the verge of passing out.

I turned around, a hand on my face to hide my stupid emotions which were being annoying and unmanly. My mom looked like she had been stabbed in the chest when she looked at me crying.

me: I.. I.. cant help it m-mom.

my mom sat us down on the bed. i sat across from her.

mom: help what baby?

me: don't make me say it.. please.

mom: You can tell me anything, you know that right? You don't have to be afraid of me.