broken - phan

three

Phil's POV

Screaming echoed back and forth throughout the house.

"No son of mine is gay!" Were the words that kept ringing in my ears.

You always think of your mother as an accepting person. Someone who will love you through the thick and thin. Someone who will care for you no matter what your choices or who you are. Hearing your mother say to you that "You're a waste of air" right in front of your face is something that really hurts.

I felt broken.

After consistent insults from my mum, I broke down.

"I'm not gay, mum!" I managed to choke out
"Then why were you kissing a boy?" she yelled
"I'm bisexual..." I said, voice weak, tears now streaming down my face.

And then there was silence.

"Get out." she said, now crying as well.
"What?" I replied.
"Get... out." she repeated, gritting her teeth.

The tension hung over the room as I stared at my mother with a blank expression. She can't be serious, I thought. I looked into her pale green eyes, no longer lit up by the moonlight but by the rising sun. They were blank and bloodshot from crying. The puffy dark circles surrounded them like Saturn had made its home on her eyes. Her mascara was streaked down her face and lipstick smudged. Sadness was just looming around her. She pointed to the door with a now angry look and mouthed the words "Or I'll make you". So I grabbed a bag, shoved some clothes in and walked to the door slamming it on my way out.

The birds were already chirping as it was now 4 in the morning. I heard the distant sound of a river streaming and faint rustling in the bushes. I turn around.

"I can see you, you know," I scolded.
"Uh I-," the boy stuttered.
"Forget it." And with that I got one last look at the boy and then walked away.

The boy looked to be about 19. He had chocolate hair with golden streaks that seemed to only be visible at night. He had soft skin with freckles plastered all over. His skin had an orange glow due to the sun rise. His lips were bright pink and chapped. His eyes. Oh his eyes. They were hazelnut. Sparkling. They were so detailed and bright. I could stare into them forever. But I only just met this boy. I didn't even know his name. And knowing me, I would only hurt him.

I walked to the only place I knew was safe. Max's place. While standing in front of his house, I texted him.

Phil: hey
Max: hey? the fuck are you doing up it's literally 4 a.m.
Phil: my sister outed me. i'm standing out side your house because my mom kicked me out. please let me in. please
Max: shit, man. you know what i do. you know there are people over.
Phil: please...

I hear a clicking noise and look up to see the ginger-lilac haired boy staring back at me.

"Don't give me that look." I say quietly, slightly laughing, tears still forming in my eyes.
"What look?" He says, slowly opening the door more.

Max lives alone in a two story pale yellow house. He has already graduated and those people that are over helped him pay for it.

"That look," I say, frowning.
"That look of pity."
He giggled, now opening the door all the way. "Oh just shut up and come in."