The Village- Wrabel
They were sitting around the living room in a circle, and had a loveseat open for me and Caspar. I hesitated, so he took my hand and led me to sit. Jackson smiled at me, weakly, and I returned the gesture.
"Honestly, I'm glad you two are okay," I put on my best, most polite tone.
The 'thank you' and 'like you care' from my mother and father, respectively, were simultaneous.
"Maybe you should talk to them separately," Jackson looked to me and my boyfriend.
"Mom? Come upstairs?"
She sighed heavily, nodding, and followed us to the sitting room by our bedroom. She sat across from us, her fingers twitching as she adjusted the skirt of her dress.
"How're you feeling?" I asked.
"Physically? Or about," she vacantly motioned between me and Cass. "...that?"
"Let's start with physically."
"I'm okay. Definitely glad to be out of that bloody hospital."
"Good. Okay," I sat quietly for a moment. "What about...?"
"I don't hate you, you know. You're still my son. I still raised you. And I'm sure...Caspar, here, is a wonderful young man."
"Thank you." He smiled before she continued.
"But I can't accept it. I still love you and care about you, and I'll tolerate it, but I can't act like I think it's okay. I apologize for reacting so harshly, I just didn't want to lose both of my sons."
"Both?" I questioned.
"I knew Jackson would choose you over us. He was bound to. You've always been his best friend, even over Grey...." Caspar's grip on my hand tightened at the name. "Oh, I'm sorry for mentioning him."
Cass shook his head dismissively. "It's okay."
She nodded in return. "I don't expect you to come back home, Theo-...Teddy. Frankly, I know it'll be best if you don't. You belong here. As much as that pains me, it's the truth. Even though I can't accept how you live, and might resent it from time to time, I love you all the same. Alright?"
I jumped up and hugged her. It took a few minutes for her muscles to stop being so tense. "Thank you."
"I'll go get your father," she stood. He replaced her in the doorway of the room. I had the sense to press record on my phone.
"This isn't going to be the same kind of civil conversation," he took his jacket off, setting it on the table. "You stole my son," he glared at Caspar. "You stole both of my sons."
"You planning on having any more? I wouldn't mind stealing them, too."
My father cursed at him.
"Why don't you leave?" I grunted.
"Faggot." He muttered.
Cass took my hand, then looked to my dad. "You can have any opinions you want. This is a free country. But I NEVER want to hear you speak to your son like that again. This boy has given you nothing but love his entire life. You are not to treat him like he doesn't matter, because you know damn well that he does. Understood?"
"Who the hell do you think you are, talking down to me about how to treat my son?" My dad's fists clenched.
"What are you going to do? Send me to your buddies over at the police station? You must be close, since they dropped Grey's charges for, you know, raping and beating me for two years."
"You had no knowledge of the situation!"
"Are you seriously trying to tell me that I have no knowledge of what he did to me? I've forgiven him, but, god, he deserved to go to jail!"
"I had him tortured, didn't I? Isn't that enough? Sent him up to Fletcher!"
"What did Fletcher do to him?"
"Whatever he pleased. Best way to make someone stop being a fairy is to have a wrinkly old man screw their brains out."'
"You're sick."
"I'm not the sick one here, faggot."
He stormed out of the house, dragging my mother with him. I moved closer to my boyfriend. "Are you okay?"
"Not really. You got it?"
I stopped the recording. "That twisted asshole is going to jail."
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Heaven
Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] Teddy Martin was sheltered, raised by a strict preacher and his beautiful wife. But once he starts public school at the age of 16, he struggles with believing that what he's always been taught is right. And maybe, just maybe, a boy with...
