Hello stranger. ⇝ Phan

4.1

*Trigger warning: Homophobia, swearing and violence.*

-M-my sexuality is not his fault. Wether you like it or not, it is me, it is all me.- I said, tears started running down my face as he turned my phone off.

Janine had put some bandages around the place he cut, just so I wouldn't bleed to death. Yet.
But the bandage was already soaked with my blood and was slowly falling off.

-Well, then I will slowly and painfully kill any man who slightly compromises your straightness.

-So you're saying you will kill me?

-If that's what it takes. No son of mine is gay.

-Not if I kill myself first.

-You wouldn't. You're a pussy.

-Try me.

He raised an eyebrow and started laughing.

-You don't even know how to fire a gun.

-Try. Me.

-Yeah, obviously, I'm gonna give you a gun so you can shoot me.

-You are afraid I am actually going to pull the trigger. You can not bare the idea of my death.

He gave me the most sarcastic laugh he could.

-You think I have a heart?-He laughed.-I do not have a fucking heart.-He sat down on a table.-I'm trying to protect you here, son. How can you not see it? Philip, that is truly disgusting! Don't you see that this is gonna send you straight to hell? Being with another man is just... It's a disappointment for us, your family.

-Yeah, cause you are so going to heaven, aren't you? You fucking kidnapped me, hurt me, threatened to kill someone I love, and you don't even have a family, don't go saying you're a part of "my family" because you are not.

-SHUT UP STUPID, YOU DON'T LOVE HIM, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT.-He said as he slapped me on the face.

-Acceptance is the first step.-I said, once I recomposed from the slap.-Say it again, say your son is a little faggot... Even better, say your son is a HUGE faggot. Cause that is exactly what I am.

-Seriously, Philip, if you're gonna keep talking crap, please shut up. I am older than you and I've lived more. I know what I am doing l, I know why I'm doing it. You are young, you have no idea what you're doing, I have to fix the shit you do, because I'm your father. Don't you fucking understand that I'm doing this for your own good? The world doesn't like the different, the world won't accept you if you become gay.

-DON'T BLAME YOUR FUCKING HOMOPHOBIA ON THE FUCKING WORLD.-I yelled.-I DIDN'T BECOME GAY, FATHER, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN GAY. I'VE KNOWN IT FOR AS LONG AS I REMEMBER BEING ALIVE. I FUCKING KNOW THAT THE WORLD DOES NOT ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM, FOR MY SEXUALITY, BUT IT WOULD BE A LOT EASIER IF I HAD THE SUPPORT OF MY FATHER, IF I HAD SOMEONE WHO MADE ME FEEL LIKE IT WAS OKAY TO BE WHO I AM. ACTUALLY, I DO HAVE SOMEONE, BUT MY SO LOVED FATHER IS THREATENING TO KILL HIM.

As I finished my rant, I felt four strong fingers punch my face twice, once on my cheekbone and once on my chin. My body gave up on me and I took every force I had inside me not to pass out.

-Shut. The. Fuck. Up.- He said, I could see the anger on his face. He walked away from me, calmed down, looked at his clock and smiled.- Nine minutes. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock...