I stared at the floor.
"What do you mean your gay?!?"
my father asked aggressively.
"no son of mine is a fag."
i see my mother shaking, in fear.
Am I really that scary?
"GET OUT."
I run. far away.
I stop when I need to catch my breath.
*buzz buzz*
My phone rings.
Its Ryan.
He can help!
I answer the call.
"Baby? *sob* baby! I need you!!!"
I cry for my boyfriend.
He makes an odd noise.
"ngh..."
It sounds like he's shifting to get comfortable.
"uh... Hello?"
He says.
I sob.
"Baby!! I need you!!"
I cry again.
he clears his throat.
"uh sorry I have morning shit in my throat."
I listen.
"Please!!"
he coughs.
"Baby!! where are you?"
"i'm at buckeits!!"
Several minutes later, I'm in his apartment, on his lap, snuggling into his chest.
he gently massages my back.
"What happened?
Poor thing."
he asked, kissing my cheek.
