amaranthine • joshler

• as we know •

Tyler left to go back to his own home the next day. Well, technically it was his house, but it never felt like home.

He opened the door with caution and stepped into the living room, wary of what might happen if he moved too loudly. He tiptoed up the stairs and almost made it to his room, when he trip and his his knee on the banister.

"Fuck." He silently whispered to himself. He knew what was about to happen.

"What in the god damn hell is going on around here! Boy, get down here!" His father yelled, coming out of the TV room. He was drunk, as per usual. Tyler slowly made his way down the stairs, and braced himself for punishment.

"Listen here, boy," his father said, grabbing him by the shirt. "If you come in this house making that kind of racket again, it'll be the end of you. Do you hear me?!"

"Yes sir." Tyler whispered, praying that was all he was going to do.

Nope. Tyler's dad smacked him across the face once, twice, and then a third time. He punched Tyler in the rib cage, hard enough to thoroughly leave marks. He kicked Tyler to the ground, who was at this point in tears, and then decided that was enough and went to the kitchen to get another beer.

"You need a good girl to straighten you out of your juvenile ways, boy. Better be gettin' 'er soon."

Tyler should've left it well enough alone, but no. Tyler had to be defiant.

"I don't need a girl! I don't even like girls!" Tyler cried between sobs.

That was the wrong thing to say.

"What. Did you just say. To me. Boy?" Tyler's dad growled, slowly turning around.

"What did you just say?!" His voice thundered throughout the house, making Tyler shrink into his self. He shouldn't have said anything.

"Are you tellin' me you're one of them goddamn pixies?!" His dad spat. Tyler didn't answer, and that gave his dad all the answers he needed. He slowly became very calm. Way too calm.

"Get out." His dad stated.

"What?" Tyler asked.

"Get out of my house. If you're gonna run around and be one of them fairy boys, you're not gonna do it under my roof. Get out."

"But what about Mo-"

"I said get out!" He barked.

"O-okay..." Tyler said sadly. "Just let me get a bag. Please. I'll be really quick."

"Just don't make so much goddamn noise." His dad said, and with that, he went back to the TV room.

Tyler went upstairs and packed a small bag. He went to sit by the bus stop. He couldn't stop the tears from falling once more.