Best Friends, Right? (Boyxboy)

Chapter 24> Jupiter

"We don't have to do this, you know."

I really don't want to, but I need to.

"I need closure, I have to talk to him, at least to hear what he has to say," I said huffing loudly.  My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. My nervous habits of twiddling my thumbs and shaking my leg were in full swing.

We sat in my car, in the driveway of my house. I could see the lights on in the house signaling that they were home. That he was home. While I stared blankly at the house, my house, I tried not to think of the memories that were attached to my father's face. Or the memories I had from when I last saw my parents together besides two two ago. As hard as I tried the memories just kept invading my mind. From when my father threw me down the stairs to when he had a little too much to drink and decided it would be fun to throw glass bottles at me and then make me clean it up. I still have scars from that one. And while the other scars have faded, there's still an imaginary one that makes me so fucked up in the head, one that causes my nightmares and outbursts and all.
It was all going to be put to rest once I had closure.

Blaise reached over and swatted my hand away from each other, grabbing a hold of one while using his other hand to halt the bouncing of my leg.

"Im going to be right there with you the whole time. I'm not leaving, no matter what happens. And so god help me, if he lays a hand on you I'm going to beat the shit out of him. I don't care, he's not going to hurt you again, and neither am I," he said, bringing a hand to my cheek looking deep into my eyes. "Okay?"

I nodded, biting my lip and sighing, with my eyes closed. I felt Blaise lean in slightly, I opened my eyes to see him staring directly into my sad and distressed ones. "Good," he said before placing his lips on mine for a sweet and short kiss.

I exhaled and opened the car door and began walking to the house. I walked into the house slowly, instantly regretting the choice I made to meet with my parents. When I saw their faces just the sight of my fathers alone made me think back to memories that didn't need to resurface. And my mothers, when I look at her all I saw was the woman who let her son be abused for so long. I took a deep breath and Blaise out his hand on my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

My father smiled at me. "Hello, son it's n——"

"Don't——" I interrupted, "don't call me son." His smile dropped slightly but was replaced when he created Blaise.

"Blaise, it's been so long. You've grown into a fine young man," he smiled, putting his hand out for Blaise to shake.

Much like me, Blaise made his disgust for my parents very clear. He replied with a disapproving groan before dragging me to the couch to sit.

"I dont know where to start," my mother began. "We are sorry."

I laughed. I laughed so hard I felt tears coming. My parents looked at me like I was insane.

"Sorry," I said once my laughter had died down. "Sorry for what? There's a lot you should be sorry about. Shall I start from the beginning?"

Without waiting for a response I began. "Sorry for working so much and neglecting your baby boy for so long, mom? Are you sorry for ignoring all the signs I displayed of anxiety, not to mention depression, after your husband abused me for years? What about for ignoring said abuse and blaming me when he got tired of you and left? And you dad, are you sorry for seeing me kiss a boy? I know I am. If I could change that day I would in a second. Actually if I could change my life I would remove you from it in a heartbeat. You beat me, threw shit at me, pushed me down stairs, punched me, kicked me, locked me in small rooms for days without food. You even let my injuries go untreated until it became an inconvenience for you. You made me feel worthless. You made me feel like I didn't belong on this earth because of who I am." By now I was pacing back in forth, my voice as loud as I could make it. "I considered killing myself, you know that? I thought no one wants me, I'm nothing, why not just end it all. I got the razors and everything, but as I sat there about to slit my wrists open I thought 'How would Blaise react when he finds out I'm dead?' So I took the beatings and hospital visits and verbal abuse. Everyday I wished I was as dead on the outside as I was on the inside. I would hear you stumble into the house and for a while I tried to hide, but I knew one way or another you were going to hit me and kick me so I just started giving up. Do you understand that? You made my life a living hell, and all you have to say is sorry?" My voice began to crack and I felt tears prick my eyes. But I wasn't done. "And for what, because I was kissing a boy. I was kissing a boy that made me smile when I was sad and kept me company while my parents were working all the time. I felt happy when I was with him, is that so bad? I thought parents are supposed to want whatever makes their kids happy. Being with Noah made me happy. That is until you tore my world apart. I have nightmares almost every night. I can't trust people easily. I have anxiety and panic attacks all the time. All from what you did. You made me this way by doing what you did. I couldn't even deal with the fact that Blaise kissed me because I thought of how a kiss with a boy ruined my family and me and I didn't want that to happen again. It took me so long to accept who I am and it even affected my other relationships with people. I almost lost Blaise as a best friend, can you believe that? The boy who would sleep over even when I was sick and make me chicken soup while you were at work. Then I accepted if kissing boys, kissing Blaise, made me happy that's all that matters. Even if people like you would try to tear me down because of it. So, I don't accept your apology and I dont know if I ever can or will, not after everything you've both done." I knew was crying and I knew my face was probably as red as it could possibly go from yelling. The adrenaline from my outburst started wearing off and I felt weak in the knees. Luckily, Blaise was right behind me holding me up, like he always was, metaphorically and physically.

"I can't be here anymore," I said as I began to rush towards the door.

"Wait," my mother called out. "Please, wait. I know we are terrible parents and I know what we did was unforgivable but we've changed. I'm pregnant." I stopped dead in my tracks. "You're father and I began talking again a while back and one thing led to another and here we are. We desperately want you to be there for your little sister or brother."

I began shaking my head.

My father stepped forward. "We are buying a new house and I know that materialistic things don't make up for what we've done but we want you to have this house. That is if you don't want to live with us. We still want you in the baby's life. All we are asking is that you visit once and a while for the baby, not for us. And despite everything that I, you're still my son and I still love you. No matter who you love. It took me a while to get here, but I'm here and I love you for who you are."

I was frozen. It felt like a dream everything I wanted to happen in my life is happening right before my eyes. My parents accept me, they love me. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts.

"It's going to take me a while to forgive and also get used to seeing you both all the time so I'll live here. I do want to be apart of his or her life though. I just need time. But right now I've had enough and I need to leave to keep myself from going insane." They looked at me sadly. I turned around and grabbed the door knob.

"Will we hear from you?"

"Yes, you will." And with that I shut the door.

I crumbled down in tears, sobbing loudly. Blaise grabbed me and held me tightly.

"You did it Jupe, it's okay it's over." He rubbed my back soothingly.

"Then why do I feel like shit?"

Blaise laughed a little, the sound vibrating from his chest into mine. "You just poured a lot of years worth of emotions out in one sitting and also one breath I think." I chuckled a little, still crying. "I'm serious, I thought you weren't going to take a breath and you would like faint or something."

There he goes making me smile when I'm sad again. I lifted my head from its place on his shoulder to look at him.
His eyes were red like he'd been crying, but they still shone like stars to me. I traced the slight tears stains on his cheeks.

"Were you crying?" He cleared his throat.

"Well what did you expect? You just told me thing I never knew indirectly. It was very emotional for me too." He was still smiling at me.

"I love you," I spoke without hesitation. His face turned serious. His eyes searched my face as if I was going to start laughing and say 'just kidding!'

When he found nothing but honesty he grabbed my cheeks and brought his lips to mine. Even thought this wasn't the first time he's kissed me it felt as if it was. I felt every emotion he was feeling through that kiss. Almost as if planned our kiss was interrupted my the sprinklers turning on, soaking us in water.

I jolted away from him and laughed. I ran all the way to the car trying to avoid the water with Blaise hot on my tail.

"Best friends, right?" Once in the safety of the car, Blaise took off his wet shirt. I stared at his naked wet abdomen, before grabbing him by his neck.

"Boyfriends," I responded before kissed the living hell out of him.

A/N: you know the drill I wrote this at 3 am so not edited.

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