Gone For Good (Book 3)

Chapter 2

Dalton's POV

  I got off the bus from school and noticed neither of my parents were home. Instead of calling them I just walked to Kacey's house around the block.

  I got there and saw Dad's car parked in their driveway. I heard a yell come from inside. I sneaked over to the window and saw Kacey yelling at Luke.

  She sent him to his room and went upstairs. Scott and Daddy followed her. Dad stayed behind and sat on the couch. I saw the tears fall from his eyes.

  I walked inside and Dad's head instantly went to the door. "Dalton. Why are you here?" he asked trying to quickly wipe his eyes. "Well, no one was home so I just walked here. And why are you crying?" I explained. "Crying? I-I wasn't crying." he lied. "Mhm. I'm sure you weren't." I said and rolled my eyes.

  I heard someone yell upstairs and quickly ran up there. There was crying coming from Kacey's room and TV noises coming from Luke's. I decided to check on Luke.

  I knocked on his door and he opened it. "Uncle Dalton!" he yelled and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked, recalling the events I saw through the window. "Just a little overreacting." he said and went back to his bed. I followed him in and closed the door behind me. "About what?" I asked eyeing him. "My mom thinks I'm homophobic." he said and rolled his eyes. I felt anger rush through my bones.

  I turned around and left, slamming his door. I walked downstairs and grabbed my bag. "Dalton? When'd you get here?" Daddy asked. I ignored him and walked out the door. I felt the tears coming down my face. How could someone even think being gay is wrong? Like, holy shit, they aren't hurting anyone. "Dalton Mitchell! Get back here!" I heard Dad yell from behind me. I stop in my tracks. "I'm never coming that close to that little fuck ever again!" I yelled and continued walking, not wanting to hear either of them scowl me about my choice of words.

  I walked for about an hour or two until I reached some place in LA. "Hi, are you lost?" I man asked. I looked up to see a blonde man with bright brown eyes. "Yeah, actually." I said. "Well, I'm Alexander but you can call me Alex." he said. "Hi Alex. I'm Dalton. Mind taking me home?" I asked. "Of course." I told him my address and he took me home.

  It was dark out by the time we got there. I saw police cars. Two officers with a black german shepard were talking to my parents. They looked at Alex's car and I got out. As I closed the door, I thanked Alex for taking me home and he smiled. He took off.

  "Dalton!" Daddy yelled from behind me. I felt his arms around me and choking the living hell out of me. "Need...air." I said and he let go. "Don't ever do that again! Do you understand!" Dad yelled. "Yeah, I guess." I shrugged and walked inside. "No, get back here. We're talking about this." Dad said. "There's nothing to talk about." I said and continued to walk.

  I reached the door and went to grab the handle but I was turned around by a strong pair of hands. "There's a lot to talk about and we're talking about all of it." Dad said. I poked his nose. "You can, but me, uh uh." I said and walked upstairs. "Dalton, get your ass back down here!" Dad yelled. I ignored him and continued walking to my room.

  I got to my bed and placed my face down on the pillow. I heard the door open. "Leave." I said. The door closed but whoever it was, was still in the room.

  "Dalton. We really do need to talk." Daddy's soft voice came from the other side of the room. "No we don't." I said sitting up. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. I didn't answer, I didn't know the answer. "Hm? Are you gonna answer me?" he asked again. I nodded my head. "Well, then answer." he said. "That's the problem. I don't know the answer." I said, looking down at my hands.

  We sat in a silence for a while. "Kacey said she was worried. She doesn't like this side of you. No one does. You too sweet of a little boy to act like this." he said. I looked down at my fingers and felt the tears sting my eyes.

  "Where's Dad? I-I need to a-apologize to him." I said. "He's downstairs." was all I needed to hear till I was half way down the steps. "Dad?" I said as I couldn't see him. "In here." I heard his voice say from the kitchen. I walked in there to see him with his head on the table.

  "Dad, I'm sorry. I know I've been an ass lately. Its just, I hate thinking about someone not liking you because you're gay and I got mad and...I just...I'm sorry." I rambled, my voice trailing off. "Dalton, come here." Dad said. I walked closer preparing to be yelled at.

  Instead of being yelled at, his arms were around me. We were face to face and I could smell the beer on his breath. "Were you drinking?" I asked him. "Yeah." he said and put his head down. "Its ok. Lets all go to bed and talk about it in the morning." I said. He nodded and we went upstairs.

  Dad and Daddy went to their room and I went to mine. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Today was to long of a day.