JUST SAY SOMETHING

CHAPTER ONE: The Change

Caleb Matthews

Just came out to my parents and got kicked out with nowhere to stay. This will be my last post until further notice.

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Randy Jenkins: Serves you right, fag.

Michelle Choi: Oh no, I’ll call Mike. Don’t worry. We’re here for you.

Harvey Collins: Poor thing, go kill yourself.

Danny Mitchell: Shut up Harvey and go to hell. Bring Randy too while you’re at it.

Randy Jenkins: What the hell is wrong with you Danny? Since when are you a fag-lover?

Jenny Simmons: How do so many people like this? They should be disgusted with themselves.

 CHAPTER 1:

There I stood on the sidewalk. The sound of my parents’ shouting and cursing rang through my ears, loud and clear. I heard the sharp words, but I stopped listening long ago. I had no possessions, except for the clothes on my back and the phone in my pocket. Luckily, I had a couple bucks in my back pocket. Still, I hoped to have had my wallet with me.

“I hope you die on the streets, you ungrateful piece of crap,” I heard my father bellow.

“I can’t believe I gave birth to a dirty homosexual,” my mother said through her tears.

I could not bear to look at them, but I was sure as hell I knew what they looked like standing at the doorway of my former home. My father, with his face reddening in anger, stood tall and his fists clenched at his sides. He was never the type to shout and curse, but my being gay was the tipping point. My body was numb and my ears were deaf. It was only minutes, but it felt like days just standing on the curb.

“Leb, get in and hurry.”

I heard the voice and I saw the black pickup, but my body refused to move.

“Mike, don’t let him in your truck. Don’t let that trash anywhere near you. He’ll make you a filthy homosexual too,” my father shouted. “Leave him and let him rot and die.”

The car door opened, and then closed with a slam.

“You’re making a huge mistake,” my mom shouted.

A pair of strong hands gripped me by the shoulders. Disgusted shouts emanated from my parents, which was followed by the bang of the front door. The pair of hands guided me to the passenger seat of the pickup. The door to my right closed as I sat. My body was still unwilling to move under my commands. The driver’s side door closed and Mike sighed. Only then was I able to look in his direction. The urge to speak was strong, but no words came from my mouth. It opened and closed repeatedly. I gave up and just stared at the dashboard.

“You can stay at my place, Leb. Don’t worry, okay?”

I merely nodded, my head felt cloudy. The car revved to life and drove off.

“I’m really sorry about everything, Leb. I may not know how you feel, but feel free to talk to me. I’m here for you, buddy. It doesn’t matter to me that you’re gay. I mean, I wouldn’t be here picking you up if I wasn’t okay with all of it.”

“Mike, thank you,” I said softly. I thought that if I spoke any louder, I’d start crying or shouting. “Stop being so nervous, you’re rambling again.” I saw him smile apologetically at me.