When The Clock Strikes Twelve (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty-Seven; "Its Been A While"

(Picture of McCann family)

Jason's POV

I was sweating. Not from warm weather - it was actually freezing - but from nerves.

I was currently being fitted with a ankle bracelet; aka an ankle monitor.

"Is this tight?" The police officer asked me, tightening slightly.

"A little..." I shrugged, wincing as he tightened it some more, using a weird tool to test the space around my left ankle.

"Good. Means it wont be easy to remove." He snorted, standing straight and dropping my leg, "Put your shoes on. You'll be processed and then you can leave."

I sighed in relief, glad I was one step closer to freedom - well, sort of.

I still had yet to tell Justin and the boys I was being released. It was only an hour ago, at exactly 12 (ironic much?) I was finally faced with my punishment.

I was freaking out on the inside. I wasnt ready to face my parents.

God, I hadnt seen them in years. I wonder how my brothers were? If they were aware I was coming home?

I didnt get on well with them either way, but they were still my brothers.

I was also worried about how my parents would treat me... I left the night I came out to them... they werent happy I was bisexual.

I specifically remember the fist thrown by my own dad once I admitted to being with boys.

I didnt get it... Mum was religious, yes, but dad? He was an athiest and still fucked off I liked dick. Where's the logic?

My palms were itching with nerves. Things are going to get pretty wild, but the judge had said house arrest was only for three months. A light sentence actually - well despite the hours he set for community service.

He wanted me to complete 215 hours of it, I didnt even want to calculate how long it would take me to complete.

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"Jason McCann, sign here and you can go." A short petite woman handed me a pen and a clipboard as I sat in the waiting area.

I eagerly signed, watching her bring out a key for my cuffs which kept me in my seat.

"Officer Brown will lead you out." She smiled as I stood up.

"Thanks." I murmured, looking at the officer waiting by the door.

He nodded for me to follow, so I did.

It was a silent two minute walk. Down hallways and through secured doors. And once we made it through the last door, my breath hitched in anticipation.

Once out of the shelded area, my eyes immediately landed on a familiar bunch of people.

I felt squeamish as their eyes directed on me. I was definitely being judged.

My mother, father and two brothers stood there in well dressed clothing. A scowl on my fathers face - and a pretty monotone look on my brothers and mother.

My heartbeat was racing, I didnt know what I should say, how I should act... fuck, these people were disgusted when I came out.

"Jason, it's been a while." My father's voice came out rough and dominant. It sent shivers of nerved down my spine. Not the good kind.

I nodded slightly, swallowing.

"I'm glad you're alright." My Mum suddenly said, stepping forward and enveloping me into a hug.

A tight hug.

I was taken back by the sudden movement, and it took me a while to actually gain enough strength to hug back.

Despite the bitter moment we last spoke, I did miss her. She was my Mum. I didnt trust her though. She and Dad both lost my respect... they all did.

I'm sure I lost theirs too.

Mum pulled back, smiling small as she looked up at me, "You're different. Taller?"

I couldnt find the will to smile back at her, so I shrugged instead, "Possibly."

"What? Didnt you miss mum? Or any of us?" Dean - my eldest brother spoke, eyes darkening in the slightest.

He was a lot like my Dad... dominant in nature.

Dylan, my second eldest (middle child - so that does make me the youngest. Cringe) stepped in front of Dean to stop him from saying anything more.

"What Dean means is, we missed you." Dylan nodded, "All of us. Dad too."

Dad cleared his throat, seemingly embarrassed by what Dylan said.

"Forget that I still like dick, or?" I blurted, making my family flinch a bit.

My tone was a little snappy and salty, but like I was going back with them unless they understood I hadnt "turned" straight.

"We don't need to discuss this... not now... I just want us to catch up." Mum sighed, glancing at my brothers and father, before looking at me.

"Fine. I get it... but don't expect me to be the same son you used to have. I have changed." I stared at them all narrowly.

"We all have." Dad said, taking a dreep breath, "We'll discuss that at home... including why you were arrested in the first place..."

"Which reminds me." I quickly said, furrowing my brows, "Why the hell did you get involved?"

"As we said, we missed you." Dylan stated, smiling.

"Plus, it's kinda hard not to do something when your ex boyfriend calls and cries his little heart out for us to help." Dean murmured, eying me.

I gave them a quizzical look, my ex?

"Wait, are you for real?" I questioned, not believing that.

"So you didnt date a guy called Niall? Irish accent? Obviously has a drinking problem because he was definitelu drunk when he called..." Dean snickered.

I swallowed.

Why the fuck would Niall call my family?

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