What's Wrong With Us? {Cashby}

27| Friends To The Rescue

Guys I have been writing on this story like nobody's business.

Alan's POV

I laid in my room later that night, the covers pulled up over my head, thinking about everything that had happened these past few months. The good and the bad. The good consisted of finally coming out, meeting an amazing group of friends, and well finding Austin. All of that was absolutely amazing but it still didn't seem to outweigh the bad. My parents did not accept me, I was stuck in a 'therapy' group because I was this sick human being, I was being forced to hang around a girl who made me extremely uncomfortable, and my Dad was taking matters into his own hands.

I brought a hand up to my swelled cheek and flinched back from my own touch. It had bruised to a greeny purple color and the slightest touches stung. Did being gay mean that I deserved this? Was being gay really that bad? I know that whole spill about it being against Gods word and that a man shall not lie with another man or whatever the heck it was but that didn't give anyone the right to discriminate and hurt someone because of how they are? What was so wrong about it? I wasn't hurting anyone and I wasn't shoving my sexuality in their faces.

Was being gay that disgusting? It didn't make me feel dirty or nasty inside, what did was the comments and actions of others. When I'm with my friends or Austin being gay is a happy thing. I accept that part of myself and I embrace it, it's who I am. However when I'm being told I'm a disgrace or I'm being pushed on to the stairs I resent it. If I wasn't the way I was then I wouldn't be disappointing my parents and I wouldn't be looked down upon by so many people.

I loved the part of me that liked boys but I also hated it. These two sides battled daily. They tore into each other but I was good at hiding it when I was with Austin or my other friends because that's when the part of my that loved it won. But when I'm left to my own thoughts or around my Dad the other side seemed to win.

I wanted to be happy with myself and I had been. When I told my parents about it all I was so excited. I had finally accepted myself but that was all ripped right out from under my feet. I was nothing but a disappointment. Things were bearable now but in the future how bad could it get? How far would my Dad go to knock some sense into me, or how far would Mrs. Adams go with my treatments?

I hated the images that came to mind. I squeezed me eyes shut and willed them all to go away. My whole body started shaking and my breaths became shallow.  Despite my shaking I was dripping with sweat and I tried my best to kick the covers away from myself. It became harder and harder to breathe and the weight in my chest wouldn't seem to leave. Tears poured out of my eyes and I banged my head against the pillow. I wanted to call someone but I didn't think I could reach my phone, let alone dial a number, but I still had to try. I was afraid I would suffocate if I didn't.

My phone had been resting against the pillow opposite me. It was still Layimg close by so with a shaky hand I reached for it. I couldn't really see the buttons on the phone because of my tears but I managed to make it to my contacts. I scrolled down and pressed the call button on what I could only hope was the right person.

It rang and then a few seconds later I heard a sweet voice.
"Alan?"
"K-kell?"
"Alan what's wrong are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"I-I.....c-can't b-brea..." I trailed off not being able to form a complete sentence.
I heard Kellin talking to someone else and the jangling of keys.
"Alan where are you?"
"H-home."
"Vic and I are on our way okay? Just listen to me." Kellin talked to me and tried to clam me down. It helped a bit and I had little better control of the situation. It still felt like someone was squeezing my lungs and I was still shaking but it wasn't as bad as before.

"Alan we're here. Is there a spare key?" Kellin asked.
"His Dads in the living room I'm not risking that. Ask him if his bedroom window is open." I heard Vic say.
"Al is you're bedroom window open?" Kellin asked and I stuttered out a yes.
"Hold on sweetie we will be right there." Kellin said and I heard the line click.

I moved to a sitting position with my knees pulled to my chest and stared at the window. Sooner that I thought I saw it pushing open and Kellin tumbled inside.
He stood up and brushed his sleep shirt off before walking straight over to the bed and taking me into his arms.
"Ya know ive never climbed a house before so you should feel special." He said and giggled. I immediately felt my body relax at the sound.

Barely a minute after Kellin came through the window Vic followed. He sat on the edge of my bed and sent a small smile my way.
"Hey Al." He said quietly. I just nodded at him and he scooted closer to pull me into his other side until I was sandwiched between the two. They both were quiet and eventually my breathing calmed down and I was only shaking lightly now.

"Thanks guys." I said quietly after I found the will to speak.
"It was no problem Alan!" Kellin exclaimed. "We will always be here for you. No matter what." He smiled at me.
"Wanna tell us what happened?" Vic said.
"It was my Dad. I left yesterday after they tried to make me stay with that girl and I stayed at Austin's." Vic's eyes widened.
"Does he know about Austin?" I shook my head no.
"He just thinks I was out with some friends. He didn't take the idea to well."
"Did he hurt you?" Vic asked cautiously. I shrugged my shoulders and before I had time to say anything the lamp shade was turned on and Vic was turning me to face him.

I saw the way his jaw clenched at the bruise on my face.
"That fucker." He mumbled. "Is there anywhere else?"
"I don't think so. My shoulder may be bruised but its mainly my cheek that hurts."
"Have you put ice on it?"
"I haven't left my room since I came up. I just didn't wanna go back downstairs." I felt Kellin pull me closer to him.
"That's okay. You'll be fine the bruise will just take a little longer to fade away."

"I swear Alan I'm in the right mind to go down there and give your Dad a piece of my mind." Vic clenched his fists.
"Vic he's my Dad."
"So what! I've fought Kellin's Dad before. I don't give a shit Alan."
"Vic please don't. If he knows you guys are up here it'll be even worse." I told him. That seemed to make him control his urges. As much as he didn't want me getting hurt he didn't want to be the cause of me being hurt.

"Do you want to come back with us?" Kellin asked after a while.
"No. I'm okay now. Sorry for calling you. I just...I couldn't breath and I was panicking an-"
"Alan don't worry about it we're your friends and that's what we do. Don't ever think you can't call us."
"He's right Al. If you ever need me or Kell do not be afraid to call. I'll come and help you straight away and so will Kell." Vic said giving me a smile.
"Thanks guys." I gave them both a small smile. I was so grateful to have friends like them.