Jonathan Matthews > Caleb Matthews
You’re disgusting. How could you do this to Aunt Camille and Uncle Everett? Why do you have to choose to be gay? Just stop it!
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Marcia Butler: Do not support your cousin’s unacceptable behavior or we will ground you, young lady.
Caleb Matthews: I’m sorry I can’t change who I am.
Jonathan Matthews: Yes you can. You have to stop this. Stop bringing shame to our family.
Kylie Butler: Leave him alone, Jonathan. There’s nothing wrong with him. You’re a pig-headed bigot!
Marcia Butler: One more statement of that sort and we’ll take your phone and laptop.
CHAPTER 6:
I had all my things ready. I knew this was my only chance. I was so tired of having everyone hover over me. My parents were right that I did not deserve the care of these people. It was all I could think about. I knew I had to get out. I was headed for the door, when it opened. My body froze as I waited for someone to walk in.
“You’re Caleb, right? Were you heading out?”
The stranger was taller than me. He had brown hair that you could not pin as light or dark. His eyes were a mesmerizing hazel color, which was both strong and calming. He had a smirk that made me feel warm inside, in the most innocent way possible. I felt like I could trust him, but I did trust my parents before they kicked me out. I found myself staring at him for too long.
“Um, yes, and you are?” I blurted out.
“Oh right, we haven’t met yet. I’m Dean, Dean Baker,” he said as he held out his hand. I shook his hand, but it still did not solve my curiosity.
“What are you doing here? This is Mike’s house.”
“You don’t know? I’ve got a key. I’ve been best friends with him since we were in kindergarten. Our families are practically joined at the hip.”
“I’ve never seen you at school before.”
“Well, that’s because,” he started as he put his keys on the table. “I’m going to be transferring tomorrow. I was going to school up north of here. I begged my parents to send me here for months and they finally gave in.”
“That’s nice, but how do you know who I am?”
“Mike told me that he had a friend over who needed a place to stay. I didn’t think you’d be here. I was just going to get something from Mike’s room. I left one of my books here when I visited a week ago.”
I nodded awkwardly, not knowing how to answer to that. We spent a good minute staring at each other in complete silence. I looked everywhere, except his face. I assumed he was doing the same thing.
”It was nice meeting you, Dean. I’ve got to go.”
I tried to pass him on my way out, but he caught my arm. His grip was firm and strong, but gentle. He saw the bruises on my neck. I knew because he gasped when he took a good look at me, but I tried to act like I did not hear it.
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
“There’s just something I have to do,” I said, looking away from him. I started to feel the tears in my eyes, when I thought about my plans. When I pulled my arm from his grip, he quickly grabbed my bag. The zipper tore open and my things fell to the ground.
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Teen FictionCaleb Matthews had a normal life until one mistake with a Facebook post changed it all. He was kicked out of his house, but he had his friends to help him up. In his journey through self-discovery, he will meet new faces, both good and bad. Like any...
