Slap.
One after another.
"Say it! Say it again! I dare you!" My dad yelled at me. I cried more. This isn't how I planned coming out to my dad. "I-I'm sorry!" I choked out through my tears.
Slap.
"You're moving to a new school." My dad said, surprisingly, calmly. "W-what!?" I said holding my cheek with my hand, tears still coming down my face. "You heard me. You're moving to a new school." My dad said. "I-I can't! I have friends here! I can't leave them! I won't make any at the new school!" I yelled. I was mad, I couldn't move schools, I can't leave all my friends. I can't. He held up his hand as if he was going to slap me again. I bit my lip. He put his hand in a fist and put his arm down, took a deep breath, and said, "Josh, you're moving. End of discussion. Now go to your room." I did as he told to avoid getting hurt again. I went up to my room.
As I sat on my bed, all that happened hit me. I told my dad I was gay, he got super mad and slapped me, multiple times. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. Today was Friday. I had to tell everybody, all my friends. I grabbed my phone with my eyes watery and texted Debby, she has been my best friend for the longest time. I knew it would make her devastated, but I had to tell her.
Josh: Debby, I need to tell you something.
It took a while to reply, but she did.
Debby: What's up?
Josh: I'm moving schools.
Read at 3:43pm.She hasn't texted back, she read it though. She's mad at me, how could this happen!? I didn't bother texting my other friends. I got up from my bed, with my pillow soaking wet. I decided to take a shower. I have the whole weekend to get myself together.
When I headed to the bathroom, the first thing I saw was my razor, sitting on the counter. I didn't care if my dad saw, he wouldn't care anyways. I stepped into the tub and took the razor, with the water full I put the razor to my skin. Tears running from my eyes, to my clerks, into the bathtub. I bit my lip, hard. I pushed down on the razor. I can't. "Fuck." I said in defeat, as I threw the razor across the bathroom. I screamed. I closed my eyes tight, and cried. I didn't care if my dad heard me. I didn't care about anything.
After what it felt like a hour, I got out of the bathtub, stared in the mirror, and ran my fingers through my hair. "New school. New look." I said to myself. I got dressed and headed downstairs. "Dad I'm leaving to the store." I said to my dad, who was in the living room. "I hope you get in a car crash and die." My dad said smiling. "I hope so too." I mumbled. I opened the door and headed out.
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FanfictionJosh. The type of guy that plays drums and listens to music. Has severe depression and anxiety. Also, has a homophobic dad. Josh hates his life. Tyler. They type of guy that loves to sing, has many friends, loves to socialize. Listens to music a lot...