Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
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Bobby Ray
As soon as I entered the house someone had their hands around my throat and was squeezing kinda hard.
"Did you and the guys do that to him?" I almost sighed in relief when I heard Smitty's voice but stopped short when his fingers tightened around my throat.
"What are you on about jackass." I snapped.
"Bobby Ray Did you and those assholes put those bruises on him?" Smitty asks annoyed.
"Smitty let go of my throat and let's talk about this. I didn't do anything to anybody." I said placating Smitty Ray as he pushed me away and glared.
"The bruises on his wrists and neck. Did you guys put them there?" again I was clueless. Yea, the guys and I pick on everybody but we don't hurt them like that, shit Smitty should know that.
"Who the hell are you talking about and you know we don't hit people." I sighed. I just wanted a shower and my bed.
"Theron." I froze. What the fuck is he on about?
"Oh?" I tried to keep my rage in check together with my fear. I tried keeping my voice level and nonchalant.
"Look Bobby Ray, I know OK." Smitty sighed, "I know about you and Theron. I knew since the first day he came over. I didn't bring it up until now because I thought that you'd come to me for yourself. That's why I haven't been speaking to you." Smitty Ray looks at me with those eyes that are an exact replica of mine and for once I can't read them.
I swallowed, my mouth went dry. "And you don't hate me...for being ..that." I whispered.
"Bobby Ray we shared the same womb, you and me are brothers. And the word is gay. Homosexual. God! You're such a dumb ass and besides, I kinda.. maybe have a thing with Blaise." I knew it!
"So what really happened between you and Theron?" he asked softly, pulling me down on the couch beside him.
"Where's everybody?" I asked twining my fingers together. I don't need our parents walking in on this conversation.
