Androgyny

Twelve

Delirious

Mini pulled to a hard stop, instantly putting the car in park and hopping out. I had to stop him before my dad would hurt him, or Tyler. 

"Mini! Slow down!" I yelled, getting out of the car myself. 

"No! I need to save Tyler!" 

"Why don't we do it together?"

"Because! We're dicking with time!" Mini yelled and ran towards the big house between tall trees. I ran after him, suddenly getting pulled back. I looked down to meet the tan hand on my wrist. I looked back up to meet the chocolate brown eyes I fell into. "Vanoss?" 

"You two can't go alone."

"But it's my dad Evan, I need to take care of this. If shit gets crazy, call the police. Alright?"

"Alright... and Delirious?!"

"Yeah!?" I yelled back.

"I love you!"

"I love you too! And I won't forget to tell my father that." I mumbled the last part as I smirked and ran towards Mini. He was stopped at a smashed down door. "What happened here?" I asked. Mini slowly looked at me, "It was your dad, I heard it over the phone with Tyler." 

"Is that why you got out of the car like that?" I looked at Mini, and he nodded. "Its just the fact that Tyler wanted to talk to me, I felt like I had the world in my hands when he told me to keep talking to him. Then when that door opened, and he flipped... I thought the world was gonna slip out of my hands." I put a hand on Mini's shoulder, "Well then, lets get this little shit away from our friend." We both started towards the broken door. I walked over it, grabbing Mini's hand to help him over. 

After walking in, we heard a swing and something shatter. Both Mini and I looked at each other at the same time. I looked down the hallway and gestured for Mini to stay quiet, but follow me. We silently snuck against the wall, watching for pictures and anything other.

 We got halfway down the hallway and another thing shattered. I quickly moved down the rest of the hallway, gesturing Mini to stay. He gave me a tough look, but obeyed. I peaked around the corner to find what seemed to be Tyler's kitchen. I spotted him beside the dishwasher and between the island and the sink. I followed his gaze to meet a tall man, with hair the darkest of brown, with some gray highlights here and there. I couldn't see his eye color, but his clothing was a nice leather jacket, and dark jeans reaching to his light brown Carolina's with the black smudge from the black top used to pave the roads. 

I went back to Tyler's gaze, and he finally spotted me. He moved his eyes behind me, making me turn around to see a closet full of different baseball bats. Should I just wack my own father in the head, or should I talk things out? 

Tyler's gaze must've triggered my dad into following where he was staring. I moved forward, I had to talk this out. "Dad!" I yelled, stepping into him. He was a little taller than me, so my face hit his chest. He pushed me back and gave me a good look. "J-Jonathan?" I looked down at my feet, looking at my bright blue Vans. "Y-yes, it's me." He moved his hands to my face to lift it up. I instantly slapped them away. He put them into his pockets and backed away slowly, "I'm sorry." 

"How the hell does 'sorry' work?" I snapped, finally lifting my head up. 

"Jon-"

"No! You fucking abused me and made me feel pathetic because of how I dressed and acted. Now you come back!? Why Dad? Why?" 

"Because I-"

"You what?"

"Love you?"

"Did you just confuse yourself, do you not know if you love your son or not?!" I raised my voice, and as my voice raised, my dad lifted his arm. 

"Are you seriously going to slap your grown son? After years and years of giving me different marks to remind me of how that felt?" My dad kept his hand up, biting his lips, he was thinking. 

"What are you thinking about?" 

"Where I messed up!" He yelled and swung his hand forward, the hand turning into a fist. "DAD!" I squeaked as the blushing pain rose on my right cheek. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I screamed and went after him, which made him fall back to back with the counter top of the island. I grabbed his wrists, pushing them against the cold marble surface. Behind the island, Tyler was frozen, totally not knowing what to do. "MINI! COME GET WILDCAT!" I screeched as I was pushed back. 

Mini ran in, "Holy fuck!" He quickly said and pulled Tyler out, grabbing the weapon from his hand. "Delirious do you need-" My dad started laughing at Mini. "Are all your friends gay? They all have a dumbass nickname and are really close to each other. Are you rubbing off on them Jon-?" I punched him square in the nose. He stumbled backwards, holding his face. "Fuck off old man. Even gay and dressed up all pretty, I can still kick your shitass." I scoffed and walked towards the door, already hearing sirens, Vanoss must've been worried. As I turned I felt the hard surface against my head, and the shakiness of my dad's unsure hand. "You gonna pull that trigger?" I asked. I heard him swallow. "You really gonna kill your son?" 

"I don't have a son." He said, and I heard the click of him getting ready. 

"Dad, before you shoot me. I want you to know about my boyfriend Evan. Ah yes, a boy-friend. And he's strong and muscular and everything. He plays hockey, and we met online playing video games. Just like a man you wanted for Jenny. Too bad I got him, and I love the hell out of him, and every time I kiss him and run my fingers through his hair, I always get that amazing rebellious feeling and think about how pissed you'd be. And Dad, the best part is, he saved me from all the times you fucking beat me, and told me how I was going to hell and how I looked terrible in all the clothes I wore." He pushed the gun harder against my head. "I'd say see you in heaven, but seems like I'm going to hell." 

I heard a hard smack and the feeling of the gun disappear. I turned around to see Vanoss with a bloody baseball bat, and my dad with a bloody gash on his head. Dad was hanging onto the counter for dear life, the gun still in his hands. I knew what was going to happen. 

I ran after my dad, trying to grab the gun. He grabbed the strength to lift up his arm. Vanoss lifted his hands above his head, ready to swing the bat, and all at once, Vanoss swung and my dad shot. Dad fell to the ground holding his head, and Vanoss, still standing, looked at me with blood streaming down his white t-shirt. "EVAN!" 

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