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Three Words

Mitch's voice travelled through the night air as he stood in his "spot" strumming his guitar. All he had was his guitar, that and a bag of few outfits. He'd gotten used to his life, it'd been like that for nearly two years. Who knew that three words could change his life so drastically. He'd spent weeks building up the courage to say them. Never in a million years had he expected the reaction he got.

He stood at the top of the stairs taking deep breathes, bracing himself for what he was about to do.

Slowly he edged his way to the kitchen where his mother and father were making tea together. His family were so close. It was all going to be fine.

"Urm....mum, dad?" Mitch hung awkwardly in the doorway.

"Yes, honey?" His mum smiled at him.

"Can I talk to you?" He walked further into the kitchen, anxiety building up inside of him.

"Sure, you can tell us anything." His dad reassured him. There was such love in their eyes. It was all going to be ok.

"The thing is....I-I am gay." Mitch mustered the courage to say the words.

"What?" His mother's eyes filled with tears, she couldn't even look at him.

"I...." Mitch didn't know what to say.

"Get out!" His father's eyes were filled with such anger...Mitch had never seen him like this before.

"But-"

"I don't want to see you again until you realise that being....I can't even say it.....being gay," He spat the words, "Is wrong!"

Mitch was shaking. He was 18 years old. He couldn't believe after 18 years that his parents could completely disown him. Sure, he was going to be moving out soon....but being kicked out was completely different. He wished he could take back what he said, wished he could rewind 5 minutes and decide not to tell them.

But....they should have accepted him, shouldn't they? After 18 years they should still love him, shouldn't they?

Suddenly anger replaced his tears. He felt pure hatred towards his parents. This was their loss. He didn't need such closed minded people in his life. He ran upstairs, grabbed his guitar and a few clothes.

Then he was gone. He kept walking,  never looking back.

How could they do that?

The rain trickled down his back as he walked through the empty night. Streetlamps lit his dark pathway. What was going to happen now?

After a while he got tired, he chucked his belongings to the floor and sat down against the wall. He waited for days, expecting his parents to look for him, expecting them to apologise, to take him back.

They never came....

Two years later, Mitch stood, singing his heart out to the passers by. Busking wasn't too bad.....it paid for the food. Mitch prayed everyday that a counsel house would become available and he would be able to get a job. He tried to remain positive, ignoring the rubbish thrown at him by teenagers, brushing off the insults from the snobby, rich people.

Stars began to appear in the sky and mitch began to pack away his guitar. Singing was his escape, when he sang nothing else mattered. He was free.

Something warm rubbed against his arm causing a smile to creep onto his face.

"Hello Wyatt." He stroked the car behind his ears. Wyatt and him were in the same boat. Abandoned, lonely, each other's companion.

Maybe one day he'd have a friend who was more than a cat. Maybe one day he'd have a home that was more than a section of cobbled path.

Authors note :

Agh the first chapter 😱

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Erin xx