Home Is Just A Room

Chapter 2

I loved my brother very dearly, of course, but his walking speed was making it even more difficult for me. It wasn't his fault, he was tired and I was sure that by now it was way past his bedtime. What bothered me is that we were alone, it was dark and I still had to fight back tears after being kicked out from our family.

Luckily, after almost half-an-hour of walking, we got there.

I rang the bell next to the label "Franta, Mellet" and waited a few minutes. I heard shuffling from inside the house, then the door opened.
Connor peeked from the door frame, his eyes widening as he saw the two of us. His expression would have been comical, but I wasn't really in the mood for laughing. He quickly greeted us and invited us in.

"Con, who was- Rachel?!" Troye nearly jumped from the couch, "What-what are you doing here?" He exclaimed helping Jack taking his coat off.
Just as I was about to reply, my little brother whined that he was tired.
Troye then gave me an apologetic look and lead him probably to the guest room.

"Take a seat, Rachel. Want anything to drink?" Connor asked looking extremely worried. We didn't know each other very well, but we had met a few times before, for example when Jack's babysitter was out of town and my parents left us under Troye's resposability.
I shook my head and thanked him, taking off my shoes.
A couple minutes later Troye sat on the couch next to me and his boyfriend, asking what had happened. Where to start?

"My - my parents fired you" I stuttered not daring to look at him in the eye. He was surely surprised and I could see that he was disappointed. I then continued,
"They found out about you two. I'm sorry" I added hiding my face in my head. It was all my fault... I should've lied and everything would have been the same as it always had been. But thinking about it, I didn't want to live with people who didn't accept my brother and an entire community of people.
"Don't apologise, honey. But why are you here?" Connor asked with wide eyes, looking even more worried.
"Jack sort of came out... He didn't know.... and he told them about you" I sighed trying to put into words the fact that I found out that my parents didn't love us anymore,
"They kicked him out... I went with him of course". Both of the boys were crying by now and mumbling about how horrible my parents were but I couldn't bring myself to cry or even be sad about it.
I still hadn't realised everything that had happened and maybe it was just a nightmare.

"I'm extremely sorry, Rachel. I never thought they would... react like that" Troye sighed hugging me.
"I never thought so, neither. I'm just worried, you know? What will Jack-"
"Hey, stop worrying about Jack. He's fine. What about how you feel?"
That really startled me. I hadn't had the time to think it through or to have an opinion on it. I was just focused on Jack all the time, because it was my job as big sister to take care of him. How was I feeling? Numb. And worried, about Jack mostly.
"It doesn't matter" I muttered looking down.
"Of course it matters how you feel, love. It's not always about the others, you know" Connor said gently.
"How I feel?" I said aloud, actually talking to myself. I then saw Troye's wide blue and watery eyes and gulped down,
"I feel like shit. I-I don't know why they acted like that, I've never seen my dad so angry" I confessed, "I mean, insulting his son like that" I started to cry, "it's like they don't even love us anymore".

I could see that the poor young lovers were speechless because, come on, that was the truth.
"Honey, it's not like that..." Connor tried to convince me and maybe even himself.
"Yeah" Troye continued, "Like, they just let their... views take over. They showed their opinion, but this doesn't mean they don't love you"
One thing was to show your opinion, another was to kick your kids out of the house in the middle of the night. I simply nodded.

"I don't know what to do" I confessed shyly.
"You can stay here as long as you want" Troye was quick to say, "and tomorrow I'll talk with your parents"
"Thank you guys. I really don't know what we'd have done without you two" I thanked hugging them tightly.
"We'll always be there for you"

*

I woke up on the couch, to a teary eyed Jack shaking my shoulder.
"What's wrong Jack?" I asked tiredly.
"I pee pee" he pouted.
"Don't you know where the bathroom is?" I asked desperately trying not to fall back asleep.
"No, I pee pee" he repeated a bit louder gesturing towards his wet pj, "sowwy".
"It's okay, bud" I cooed, grabbing a new pair of underwear from his backpack and leading him to the bathroom.

While Jack was getting changed and wouldn't stop apologise, I changed his bed sheets with the help of Connor, who was already awake. It was sad to think that the previous night's events had somehow influenced my little brother, who was now back to wetting his bed. I just hoped it was a one-time thing.

Despite their almost overwhelming kindness, I felt kind of uncomfortable staying at Troye and Connor's place, especially since we weren't invited.
I hate to be a bother.
"Are you full of your nails or do you still want breakfast?" Troye chuckled, noticing my bad habit of chewing on my nails. I laughed and politely denied his offer, not really hungry.
I glanced in Jack's direction, making sure he was distracted. Since he was happily playing whatever game on Troye's phone, I asked my piano teacher,
"When are you..." I trailed off, knowing that he got what I meant (which was something along the lines of "when are you begging my close-minded parents to take us back even though now they will be nothing but mean to us?")
"I was thinking just after breakfast. Do you want to come?"
"Not really... I mean... should I?"
"It's up to you. I just don't want you to get upset" he shrugged.
"Would you mind if I stayed here? Because Jack doesn't know Connor well and-"
"Okay, okay" he laughed, "No need to explain. And don't worry too much about that little bub, he'll be fine" he smiled nodding in Jack's direction.
I had always been overprotective but hey, that's what big sisters are supposed to do.

It was time for Troye to leave and to say I was nervous would be an understatement. He noticed it and just before exiting his home, he stopped and gestured for me to come closer.
"Whatever they say, you'll be okay. We'll help you sort it out. We won't leave you alone" he whispered looking right into my eyes. I nodded, before adding with a grin, "Pinky promise?" I said offering my pinky.
He laughed and linked his own, "Pinky promise".

Hey guys! Two updates in one day *sighs* I really have no social life. I'm super excited to be starting this new story and I'll try to update as much as possible. I was thinking it'd be cool to ask you guys a new random question every chapter, starting with this one.

QOTC (Question of the chapter): Which country are you from?

I'm from Italy :)

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