homosexual- ryden

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Ryan walked on the concrete that was beneath him, holding onto his backpack that hung on his shoulder. He was walking back home from school, with a black eye starting to develop from the punch that a jock decided to hit him with. Ryan walked up the path to go into his house. He opened the door and walked inside, with the air conditioning hitting him on the way in. Ryan closed the door behind him, locking it as well, and headed to his bedroom. He opened his bedroom door and shut it behind him. He flung his backpack on the ground and flopped onto his full sized bed. He pulled out his phone and went on Instagram, going through the homepage pictures. He saw multiple pictures, or all of the pictures, containing gay people, gay parades or gay porn.

He wasn't that innocent due to the fact he follows all of these pages. He smiled as he continued to scroll through the feed. He stopped on gay porn picture and clicked on the profile, go through all of the pictures they posted. His pants began to tighten as he kept scrolling.

Someone knocked on his door, and he immediately locked his phone and pulled a blanket over his lower half, not wanting whoever was behind the door to his throbbing erection. His door flung open as his mother stood in the door way, with a angry expression written all over her face.

"Eat. Now." She gritted through her teeth, slamming the door shut as she left his room.

Ryan quickly tried to think of something disgusting to try and get rid of his erection. Once, he did think of something, he quickly stood up and walked out of his room and sat down at the dinning room table, with his parents eyeing him as if he did something terrible.

"Is there something wrong?" Ryan questioned and he put the food that was laid out on table on his plate.

"Ryan," Ryan's mother began to speak and she darted her deadly glare at innocent Ryan. "I'm extremely upset with you. Why would you be watching those queer porn videos!? I never raised you l-like that!" His mother spoke with pure anger as her anger turned into pure sadness, making her voice crack.

Ryan's eyes filled with fear when he heard those words come out of his mother's mouth. He noticed his father gripping the table cloth was laid upon the wooden table that they bought years ago.

His father hit his boiling point and took Ryan's plate of food and flung it across the room and stood on his feet, gripping Ryan's shirt in his fist and pinned him against the white walls. Ryan's eyes widened as he was petrified.

"I never raised a faggot! George Ryan Ross III, you need help, because this queer life you're choosing is unacceptable!" His father gritted through his teeth, tightening his grip on Ryan's shirt.

"B-but," Ryan stuttered as his eyes began to brim with salty tears, already knowing his parents are going to disown him.

"W-We're sending you to this facility that'll cure the gayness you have c-contained. Honey, t-they'll make you better. You're j-just very ill." His mother smiled as she wanted her son not to be gay, but to be a heterosexual and have an interest in woman.

"They're taking you tonight, Ryan. I'm utterly disappointed in you." His father spoke with pure rage as he dropped his son on the floor.

"I wish I never had you! You're a disgrace to the family and the church! God would be disgusted with you!" His father yelled abusive slurs to the boy. Ryan was already sobbing, he never felt more ashamed in his life.

"Get the fuck up, Ryan!" His father spat at him, with his face a dark shade of red. His eyes were bleeding with pure anger boiling inside of him.

Ryan continuously sobbed as he weakly picked himself off the ground that he was dropped on.

Soon enough, this group of people barged into their house, as they looked to be paramedics. Two of the stronger men, pinned Ryan to the ground to inject him with this drug to make him fall into a deep sleep.

"Stop please!" Ryan shouted as he choked on his sobs, trying to break free from the grip the men had on him.

One of the men, jabbed the needle into Ryan's pale arm as they pushed the substance from the syringe into his sobbing body.

In a couple of seconds, his sobs become quieter as the drug become to work on him, making his eyes slowly shut. Once his eyes shut completely, the last of tears fell from his brown eyes.