Burgers And Balls

Chapter 3

I went downstairs, still confused about everything in my life. My mom made breakfast for me, pancakes, bacon, eggs, hot chocolate, I love her. 'Goodmorning, how was last night with Claire?' she asked. I said I didn't want to talk about it, and she reluctantly agreed. I started eating, but I didn't really enjoyed it, my mind still didn't seem to be on this planet. I literally lost my mind, my ability to think was gone. My mom started talking to me again.

'I have been talking to Claire this morning, and she told me you two broke up because you're gay. Are you really gay?' She said. 'Well...'

'Gay people are gross, so if you are gay, I never want to see you again.' That hurt. My dad also came in and started beating me. In my face, my arms, my back. I was bleeding to death. 'That's what gay people deserve.'

I woke up.

I was scared of going downstairs, scared of moving, scared of continuing my life. Everything was about to change, and I wasn't sure that would be positive or negative. I went on the Internet - worst idea ever - and I typed 'gay' in in Google. 1 Billion results in half a second. Wow. I found a website which claimed to have found a cure for homosexuality, it was a 5 year proces, but you would end up 'thinking straight'. My stomach hurt when i read that, it felt really awful. I found some other websites, with motivating stories about gay men coming out to their family and friends, that made me feel way better.

I looked at the clock, shit. I have to be at work in 35 minutes. I closed my laptop, and took a 3-minute shower. Put on some clothes, ate something, grabbed my stuff, grabbed my bike, and changed clothes at work really quickly.

I was looking at the male guests more than ever, and I noticed that I liked some guys more than others, I did find some of them attractive. There was a very cute gay couple ordering at my co-worker's desk, and I was literally staring at them. The woman at my desk didn't like that and she got mad at me. She did order anyway, but she 'will be reporting it to my manager'.

The door opened. The temperature inside slightly dropped, because it was so cold outside. I looked up, there was someone entering the restaurant. My eyes were fixed on the figure in the doorway. He was moving, towards me. He was coming to me.