What's Wrong With Us? {Cashby}

26| Crybaby

Alan's POV

Austin was feeding me pieces of popcorn as we sat on his couch watching a movie. I was sitting on his lap and the hand not feeding me popcorn was wrapped gently around my waist. The movie that we had playing was pretty boring and if my phone hadn't have started ringing I would have probably fell asleep. I groaned and decided to just let it ring. I was comfortable and if it was really important they would call me again.

The annoying ringing finally shut off and I cuddled closer into Austin's chest. He was warm and comfortable and I thought he should know that.
"You're comfy."
"I guess that's good." He chuckled.
"Really go-" I was cut off by my phone ringing again. I glared at the device on the table. I straightened up in Austin's lap and then leaned forward to grab it. Both of the missed calls were from my Dad.

"Who was it?"
"My Dad." I mumbled.
"Do you have to go?" Austin asked and kissed the side of my neck.
"I don't know if I should or not. He probably found out about what happened. He's probably pissed." I said worriedly. "Maybe I should let him cool off? But what if he just gets even more mad at that?"
"Baby I don't know what to tell you." Austin said honestly.

I sat back against Austin and sighed. I had no clue what to do. I knew I had to face my Dad eventually. He would be mad either way but if I let him calm down tonight would it be as bad? Or would it be worse? I wrapped Austin's arms around me and snuggled into his warm torso. This is where I wanted to stay. I was warm and I felt safe.
"Can I stay here?" I asked him quietly.
"Of course." He said and kissed my cheek again. I smiled at him and turned my phone off while Austin started the movie again.

We eventually both fell asleep snuggled up on the couch. I slept so peacefully and I probably wouldn't have woken up if the sun didn't stream through the open curtains. I sat up carefully, so I wouldn't wake Austin, and stretched my arms out. I glanced at the clock on the shelf and groaned. It was 10:23 a.m. and I knew I was in deep when I got back to my house.

With that in mind I picked up my phone and started it back up. There was more than just a few missed phone calls from my Dad and at least twenty text messages from him. I read through them quickly, feeling my heart rate pick up. He was pissed. I glanced around quickly and found a small piece of paper and a pen. I wrote Austin a quick note telling him I had went home. I turned back to his sleeping figure and just smiled. He was so adorable. I leaned down and kissed his cheek, causing him to smile in his sleepy state.

I gathered my few items and slipped my shoes on. I closed the front door quietly and started towards my house. During the whole walk I was nervous. I didn't want to go home and I sure as hell didn't want to face my Dad. I could only hope that he wasn't as mad as he seemed in his messages. Maybe he would surprise me and just be mad because he was worried, I was gone all night. Would he even be worried that I went missing all night? That I hadn't answered his calls?

I walked with my hands in my pockets as the cold air hit against my face. It wasn't winter yet but it was on its way. I rounded the corner of my street and took a deep breath. Once I got close enough to my house I could see Dads car was still in the driveway and so was Mom's. As I stood on the porch steps I thought about turning around and just heading to Vic's or back to Austin's, but I knew I would have to face them eventually.

I gingerly opened the door and closed it quietly behind me. I heard the TV in the living room playing and the sound of a glass being sat down on the coffee table. I slipped my shoes off and walked into the living room. Dad was focused on the TV and Mom was reading a book. I didn't say anything. They didn't seem to notice I was there so I began to go up the stairs to my room.

"Where do you think you're going?" I turned to see my Dad looking at me. "Better yet where were you last night?"
"I-I was at a friends house." I said and gripped on to the edge of the stair railing.
"Uh huh I'm sure. Was it one of your faggot friends?" He got up from the couch and walked over to me. "Did you have a little fun?"
"We just hung out." I said quietly and looked down at my feet.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yelled and gripped my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. "Now I want you to tell me why, why you ran out on that fucking girl and why you called her a good for nothing whore."
"I didn't call her that."
"That's not what she said." He griped my jaw harder.
"She's lying!"
"Yeah I bet she is, just like you're lying about being gay."

"It's not something I can help!" I yelled. I saw anger flash through my Dads eyes and he let go of my jaw, only to slam me back into the stairway wall. My shoulder throbbed at the force he used.
"You can, and you will 'help' it." He said in a deathly calm voice. "No son of mine will be a cock sucking faggot." I felt tears sting my eyes and his grip on my shirt tightened.
"Dad I'm sorry I like boys. I didn't cho-" I fell backwards at the sudden hit to my cheek. My side collided with the stair railing and head connected with the stairs themselves. My Dad then grabbed me by my shirt again and shoved me back against the stairs, causing them to bang into my back and side.
"I said no son of mine will be a faggot!" He yelled and hit me again, in the same place as before. My shoulder was throbbing and my cheek hurt like a bitch. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks and I started scooting away from my Dad.

"Don't cry you baby. You wanna be a faggot you're gonna get treated like one. So I suggest manning up and coming to your senses. Cause if they can't help you in some way I'll help you in my own way. And trust me it won't be pretty." He threatened. I curled in on myself and stayed silent. I heard him curse at me some more and then he walked off, leaving me to lay on the stairs.