Anti-Social Pessimist

Troye's Beginning

Age 11

"Mum?" I yelled loudly.

"Yes, Troye?" She said.

"Can I go play with the boy next door?"

"Oh heaven's no. That little boy is as straight as your hair, Troye."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means you are not going to go anywhere near that faggot boy." My father said as he walked into the kitchen.

"That is not a nice word, Dad." I said.

"It doesn't matter. You're already showing some signs of being homosexual as it is. Gay may not be physically contagious, but it's mentally transfered, and I'll be damned if any of my kids become gay." He said, harshly.

"Now. Why don't you go down the block to that nice girl, Alex's house? She's very cute." My mum repeated for the tenth time-today.

"She does not even like me." I said.

"Nonsense why don't you go ask her ou-"

"She does not like me!" I yelled.

My mother's face twisted with confusion.

"Okay, well why don't you go play with that boy across the street?" My father said. "What's his name again?"

"Um. I think his name was Nash, Honey." My mum said.

"I do not want to go to either of there houses. I wanted to go see the boy next door! But, never mind. It does not seem like either of you guys seem to care about anything other than whether someone likes boys or girls."

And with that I turned to stomp my way up the stairs, but, not before seeing my mum's shocked face and my dad's equally angry one.

"Troye, do I need to get Margaret to come over and teach you something again?" my father said lowly.

I stiffly shook my head.

"That's good, because last time she said you put up a little bit of a fight, and she didn't very much like that." he growled. "She said she has a very special treat for you next time. So, I wouldn't do anything to make us question that you're getting better. We wouldn't want to hire more women, Son."

My body froze.

"We're doing this for your own good, Troye. We want you to get better." my mother said as she walked toward us. "No mother wants to see her child going through something like this." she adds.

"Now. Go sit and watch TV until dinner's ready." my father said.

Will I ever be happy?