later that night at around 8pm, i told troye that i was gonna tell my parents about his situation so that we could figure out a solution to our worries.
i gave troye my phone so that he had something to do without agonizing in worry the whole time.
i went downstairs, i myself was also nervous, and my parents were in the living room. my mom reading a magazine and my dad watching football on the tv.
i let out a deep breath as i stood next to the tv.
"i... have a problem" i said and they both looked up "whats wrong?"
i never really come to them for problems or advice, im kind of a more secluded person so this was hard for me.
"well it's not really me it's more ... troye"
"okay...what happened?" my mom asked, glancing at my father.
"well, you know how troye kinda lives here and all... i'm just wondering what's gonna happen to him once the summers over and us leaving to go back to the city and stuff"
"doesnt the boy have a place to stay or a family?" my father said, turning off the tv.
"um no troye doesnt have a family - or a house.... or anything" i said
"why what happened? is he an orphan?"
"well, troyes family- when troye was 11 he told his parents that he was gay and they hated him for it so-so one day they locked him in his room while his brother and sister were at school and they tried to - they set the house on fire with gasoline and tried to kill him"
"oh my god" my mom said
"but t-troyes parents didnt know that troyes siblings skipped school that day and came back home before the fire started and troyes parents tried to save them,... but everyone died in the fire except troye because he jumped out the window."
both my parents sat their shocked and silent and i didnt have the courage to look up. when i did, there were tears in my mothers eyes.
"if it couldnt get any worse," I said, my voice cracking "that day you saved troye from the ocean, he tried committing suicide because thats the closest place to where his siblings died and mom, he doesnt feel like living"
tears started to stream down my face
"he hates himself for who he is. he thinks he's responsible for the death of his parents and siblings and its so so bad. he feels like everyone hates him... but ever since he's been staying here, he's been getting better"
my mom motioned for me to embrace her into a hug.
"i just dont want him to leave mom and i dont know what to do i dont want him to leave" i pleaded
i could see my father crying too. he never cries.
he tries to hide it but it's unavoidable.
"we-we'll figure something out sweetie don't worry" my mom said
"i dont want him to go into a foster care system or something where i'll never see him again. he's my best friend"
"jesus" my dad said wiping the few stray tears for him face.
"troye!" my dad yelled, and i knew troye would be scared and thought he was in trouble for something so i went to get him.
i pulled out of my mothers hug and wiped my tears. I turned to corner to go up the stair case to see troye crying on the step. i smiled because this is troye. i pulled him up and wrapped and arm around him "it's gonna be okay" i whispered with a smile
"are they mad at me?" he cried into my shoulder
"no no no troye dont be scared, they arent mad" i said and pulled him around the corner to see my parents.
he was covering his eyes because he couldnt stop crying and my mom came over and held him in her arms, and they cried together.
"poor baby" my mom said, rubbing his back as he cried into her shoulder.
my dad even came over and patted him on the back.
somehow i knew everything was going to be okay.
