Fall For Him, Not Her.

Chapter Three.

/Drew's pov./

"I don't accept you."
Her words repeated over and over again, I was honestly..
Expecting to hear those words, from my dad..
But my mom..?
I stared at her, with wide eyes full of hurt and betrayal.

"Y-You don't accept me? As someone who is finally happy being this way?" I asked her.
She turned away from me.
"You were fine as a girl, what you've done.. for what cost? Losing your family?" She asked.
"Whoa! They haven't lost me." Emma defended, before walking and standing next to me.
Her hand took mine, and in that second..
I realized how much I really meant to them.

To Emma..

I looked to our dad, with a hurt look.
He didn't know who's side to be on, he kept looking at me then glanced to his wife.
"You don't have to say anything dad, I understand." I told him, trying to fight back the tears.
My dad's expression turned hurt.
My mom.. no.. Alison, only glared at me.
"You can pack whatever, and then you can leave. I won't tolerate your choice in this life style, its disgusting. You should be ashamed." She spat.
"No, Alison, I should be." My dad began.

He's been quiet this whole time..
His eyes were closed, as if thinking about the way he was going to say what was fixing to be said.
Alison nodded.
"Of course you should be ashamed, just look at thi-"
"No, I'm ashamed to call myself your husband." He said.
Our eyes grew wide.
Emma's hold on my hand, tightened.
Alison's eyes widened with rage.
"Excuse me?" She hissed.
Dad frowned, he walked over to us; before his hands rested on the top of mine and Emma's heads.

"These are my children, who I will love and adore.. over any heartless women like you, Winnie was struggling as a girl.. she hated being that way, who do you think bought her those guy clothes? A neighbor? No, I did.. I wanted our kids to be happy, to be able to embrace who they really were. I am beyond proud of Winnie.. she went, and achieved her dream.. even if it lasts for five days, I will cherish her as Drew just like I always have when she was Winnie." He said, looking down at me.
Tears were slipping past my eyes, I looked at Alison who was glaring at him.
"Your okay with her-"
"Him." Emma corrected with a glare.
Alison shot her a look.
"Your okay with your kid going to hell?" She hissed.
My dad looked at me, with a shrug.
"They'll end up seeing you there, so I think its only fair." He said.
"Wait dad, if Alison goes to hell, wouldn't that be worse for them?" Emma asked.
Dad blinked.
"Oh shit, I guess your right.. well, it can't be helped. Kids, pack your things, we'll leave in a bit." He told us.

Tami was cackling as we ran up the stairs to my room.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, grabbing my luggage.
Tami was smirking at me.
"Dude, your dad..! He was super dad just now.. choosing his kids over his wife." She murmured.
I grinned.
"I would of done the same thing." I beamed.
Tami shook her head with a smile.

It took the Thompson siblings, thirty minutes to pack the things they needed, and were back on the first floor where their dad awaited them.
Alison was sobbing uncontrollably, begging dad not to leave and to rethink his actions.
Dad looked to us.
"You guys ready?" He asked us.
I looked to Emma and Tami, we nodded.
Alison glared.
"Elliot! Please, lets talk about this." She begged.
I watched as dad held the doorknob.
"What's to talk about Alison? Are you going to accept our child and how they want to live life?" He asked her.
She looked at him, her face stained in tears.
"What? No.. of course not." She told him.
"We have nothing to discuss, goodbye." Dad said.
The four of us walked out.

To Alison screaming we would regret this.

Two days later.
We were living in an apartment, it was pretty nice too.
Mine and Emma's rooms were actually bigger, than our old ones.
I loved this, I never knew our dad would of been this bad ass..
He really was super dad.