Fun, Young Hearts

"He's gonna freak"

"Who's Dallon?" Spence asks out of the blue, on the drive home from Brendon's.

"What?" I frown at him.

"Dallon... Thingy said that they saw him in that state alot when Dallon died... who's Dallon?"

"His ex"

"Oh... How'd he die?"

"I don't know"

"Did they love each other" What the actual fuck Spence seriously? Did you just ask me that?

"I think so" 'I think so' I know so, it's obvious, it took him two years to move on.

"Oh" is all Spencer says before it goes back to silence.

"Do you think your dad has found out?" I freeze, I completely forgot about my dad. "Dude, he doesn't know about any of the boyfriends you've had or that you're even interested in boys"

"You're not helping Spence"

"He's gonna freak"

"Spence!"

"Sorry"

"I'm so dead" I sigh and just stare straight ahead. We pull up to outside my gates and I refuse to move out of the car.

"Do you want me to wait out here for you?" He offers but I can't say yes because I might be a while, I just look down at my hands. "I'll go home you can stay at mine if you need too" he pulls me into a hug. "He might not know, you know"

He's right, he might not know. I'm praying he hasn't found out, I'm praying, an atheist praying. That's another thing my dad doesn't know about me.

I watch Spencer drive up the road and dissappear around the corner. I walk up to the front door and take a deep breath for opening it and trying to sneak down the hall, up the stairs. I just made the first step when I heard my name being called from the kitchen.

I feel a tug on my arm dragging me down the stairs and he pushes me into the wall.

"How could you do this to me?!" He paces up and down infront of me, running his hand through his hair and shaking his head.

"What?" I speak but I avoid all eye contact. I stare at my hand rubbing where my father's nails buried into my skin.

"Don't even ask 'what' Ryan, you know what!" He grabs my chin, picking my head up, forcing me to look at him. "You lied to me Ryan!" He yells, slamming his fist down on the table. "You've been living a lie, I don't know you!"

"Dad I-"

"Sleeping with a teacher Ryan, seriously?"

"Da-"

"A Male teacher for that matter! Why'd it have to be a male teacher? Did he force you to-"

"No! Wha- No!" It's a screaming death match by this point.

"Did he threaten to fail you if you didn't sleep with him?!"

"He didn't force me or threaten me to do anything, he's not like that!"

"Did you think fucking with him would guarantee you good grades?!"

"No! It's. Not. Like. That!"

He goes silent for what feels like forever, but is only a fee seconds.
He glares at me, nostrils flaring and burning me with his eyes.

"How long has this been going on?" His voice is softer now.

"Has what been going on?"

"Is he your... your you know. Are you two a uh, together?" He can't even say the word. I nod, once again chewing on my bottom lip and staring at my shoes.

"So you're..." he let's out a dissapointed sigh "... you're gay"

"I like girls too I ju-"

"Ryan stop" he's still speaking softly I don't know if I should be worried or not. "Why didn't you just tell me,   the school board visited me at work, I was embarrassed. They came into my office and they talked to me about it, I had to find out my son is a failure."

"A failure?"

"More than just a failure, you're a liar, a fag, an embarrassment, an abomination!" His voice has become more stern. His words are piercing, sinking into my skin. Please don't cry, please please don't cry! I tried to hide it but my eyes fill up, one tear running down my cheek making it so obvious.

"Oh you're crying now. Pathetic, get out of my sight Ryan."

I get to the third step before he tells me to stop. "Not that way, that bag of stuff near the door is yours" he points to a black bin liner full of my clothes, resting near the front door. "See yourself out" were his last words to me before he walks away into another room.

I stare at the bag for a while, trying to process what the fuck just happened. It hasn't really hit me yet, what just happened? I'm not crying anymore either. I grab the bag and run out of the door, slamming it as hard as possible on my way out.

I get outside of the front gate and look back. My eyes catch them through the window. My dad, hugging his gold digging girlfriend, she'll love that I'm almost out of the picture now. I had no idea she was in the next room, that means she heard everything, great.

Her little runt of a child stares at me through the window, she looks sad. I don't blame her for looking upset, she's been left alone with two terrible parents. It was a nice moment until my dad walked over to the window, gently moving her away and closing the curtains. I roll my eyes and head to Spencer's house.

Very short chapter oooops but I have two more ready to post so enjoy. ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TYLER JOSEPH MY MAN WAS THE BIG TWO EIGHT YESTERDAY  DAMN!!

Thanks for reading fam! <3

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