Grey's Tale ✅

Mark

The events in this chapter will have taken place five months ago, it will be mostly from Mark's POV. *trigger warning, contains homophobia*

I rolled over on my bed and rubbed my face. I stood up and glanced at the bedside clock, 3:35 am. I picked up my underwear from the floor and slipped it on.

A soft groan came from the half naked man laying on my bed. I took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, filled a glass with the liquid and put in some cubs of ice from the mini fridge.

I sat down on a chair next to the window and glanced out at the illuminated city of Paris. I took a sip of the dark liquor and savored the burning sensation as it went down my throat.

My eyes caught sight of my silver necklace, which was hanging off of the nightstand. It had two pendant one in the shape of a bird and the other in the shape of a sword, inscribed on the bird was freedom and on the sword was fighter. The bird pendant was given to me the last time I was in my parents  home and the sword was given to me the last time I ever saw my mother.

I sat on the swing set and looked at my brother play with our dog. My parents were sat on the patio drinking tea.

My brother waves me over but I shook my head, how was I going to tell them?. I rested my head on my hand with a deep sigh. Daniel came running over to me with a ball in his hand.

"Come play with me" he said out of breath

My thirteen year old brother was always light hearted, he didn't know how much I was protecting him from our parents, particularly our father. Since I was twelve I was engaged to be married to some strange little girl.

Her obsession with being rich was repulsive, especially at her age.

"Hey, come on!" he tugged at my arm

I had enough money to live on my own for a while but I would still have to work to make a living, I know my parents will cast me out after I confess.

"Boys let's go inside" the sky begun to darken. The atmosphere became perfect for what going to happen

"Daniel, promise me that you'll fight to be who you want and please know what I have isn't a disease" he furrowed his brows

"I promise" I calmed myself, wrapped my arm around my brother and we walked into the house.

"Can I speak to you privately please?, both of you" my mother looked warmly at my brother and I, while my father did the opposite, his eyes were cold and distant.

"Come" his voice was husky

I released my brother and held onto my mother, even though I was nineteen years old I clung on to my mother for dear life, as I always have.

She rubbed my face tenderly and kissed my forehead. We got my father's office in silence.

"Is this about Vivian?" I let go of my mother and mumbled I'm sorry to her, face screamed of confusion

"I'm gay" my father facial expression never broke

My mother cocked her to side with a soft smile she came to hug me but was cut of by a sharp voice

"Don't. I didn't raise my son to be a faggot. You're pathetic"

Those words hit me like a slap, my mother also felt the blow.

"Get out" my mother was taken back

I turned to leave but my mother caught my wrist