More Than a Friend

Chapter 27 (End)

After that night, we got up to meet Kyle's parents. He decided to tell his folks about us. Even after I said we didn't have to, he insisted.

"Are you nervous?" I asked him, as we where walking toward his house. There where grey clouds in the air and it was humid out. "Kind of. I'm sure they will accept me though." He looked ahead, his eyes not focusing on anything. Sighing, I grab his hand and held it. Kyle looked at me and gave me a small smile. I'm sure everything will work out.

We finally found his house, our hands still intertwined. He lead me to the porch and opened the front door.

"Kyle, you're home! Oh, and I see you brought Stan with you." His mother greeted happily. Good, she's in a pleasant mood. This way his mom will take it better. "Hi Mom. Can we talk to you?" asked Kyle. He really wanted to get this over with. I can't blame him. It takes courage to tell someone a secret like this.

It's sad that we even have to fear.

"Sure, bubba. Come sit." Shelia said, patting the couch she was currently sitting on. Kyle gave me a small glance until motioning me to sit by him. We sat next to each other with Kyle by Sheila. "What is it you want to tell me?" she asked.

Kyle's P.O.V

I let out a sigh. This was it. I was going to finally tell my mom I'm gay. I will admit, I'm pretty nervous. Not once have I heard my mother talk about the subject of LGBT+, so I don't have a clue on her opinions. But, I'm sure she'll accept me for I am. She has to, she's my mother and I love her with all my heart.

"Mom, there is something I want to tell you. It hurts me that I have to bottle up this secret from you. I have no idea how you'll react, but I hope that you still love me." I said, already feeling tears threatening to come. "Kyle, did you get a girl pregnant? Because me and your father will-" she started, but I cut her off.

"No, Mom. It's quite the opposite." I say with a slight chuckle. I look at Stan, and he gave me a small nod to show me to say it. I close my eyes.

"Mom, I'm gay and I'm dating Stan." I blurt out. I only opened my eyes when I didn't hear a response. There in front of me was my own mother's disappointed face.

"Y-you're a faggot?" she asked, barely above a whisper. Her face was filled with hurt, disappointment, and anger. My heart sank and I couldn't form any words. Luckily, Stan did. "Please Sheila, don't call him that. He-"

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" she yelled and stood up abruptly. She then pointed a finger at me. "And you! You have 10 minutes to get your stuff and leave my house!" The tears from earlier finally fell and were rolling down my cheeks. "Mom..." I said, leaving her name there. She gave me a hard, cold glare, which I never saw my mother do, and spat out, "You are no longer my son. You have chosen to take the most sinful route. No son of mine is going to be a faggot and live in this house." I stood up to and tried to reason with her. "But, mom-" Before I could say anything else, she used the back of her hand to slap me across the face.

"I said, get out!" I put my hand over the cheek she struck and had wide eyes. Stan grabbed my hand lead me to my room. Once we got there, he closed the door and locked it. He cupped my face and looked in my eyes. "Are you okay? Did she hit you hard?" His face looked of concern, insistently warming my heart. "Yeah, I'm fine." Stan let out a sigh. "I'm sorry she did this. You don't deserve it." He started to caress my face. I don't pay that much attention to his words.

Where will I go? If I could stay with Stan, would my parents try to reach me? Do I want them to reach me when I'm gone? I ponder over the situation a little longer until Stan has a small suitcase already packed. "C'mon. Let's go." he said, reaching out his hand.