Through His Eyes (Royce)

Chap. 37 " C&C"

Shoot, I wanted this done before the new year. *cries* "AW, here it go!"

P.s: I need to add this to the beginning of the book, but some things said in this chapter may be triggering and a character is mocked for his sexuality.

Storytime...

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Chapter Title: Coincidences&Consequences Part 1

Certain things happen in certain orders for certain reasons. We may never know exactly why, but we know this has to be true. Too many times we are faced with coincidences. But when they happen in such a way as these events, they can't really be called pure coincidence.

So, when Chresanto and Desiree walked into Chresanto's house arguing at one forty-five and Chresanto's mom stepped out of the shower at one forty-six, most would call it a coincidence. But some would say it wasn't. It, like so many other things in their lives, happened for a reason.

"I didn't touch that høe if that's what you worried 'bout. I swear I can't stand yo gay ah!"

Chresanto sighed, "Do you even hear yourself? So ignorant, you don't even care what you call people!"

She scoffed. "Says the nigga that bullies somebody for being gay when he was the one with him in the first place."

Desiree laughed while Chresanto frowned, uncomfortable. Being told this by someone as awful as Desiree made him feel guilty for some reason.

"I just know that you better think real hard about the next thing that come out ya mouth when you talkin' to me," Desiree spoke, and if looks could kill- well, you know the saying.

Chresanto still remained motionless, speechless. He was angry. But he didn't know if he was more angry at Desiree or himself.

Desiree stepped up to him, her face invading his space.
"Aww," she said making a sad face. "You suffocating in that closet yet?" She smirked.

"Desiree, just go." Chresanto could only whisper. He was so angry. And to make things worse, he actually did feel a little short of breath.

"That ain't how you talk to somebody blackmailing you." She laughed.

"Well, maybe you'd understand better if I said it. Get out of my house, Desiree."

Ms.August's voice was scarily calm. Firm, like she meant it. Because she did. And that translated very well.

She was standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at the two.

They were both stunned by her tone. You know, like the tone mothers have when they give you "the look".

Desiree froze, because - to be honest- Ms.August scared her.

Desiree gave Chresanto one last scowl and, with a roll of her eyes, made her way out of the house.

Chresanto went to sit on the couch and placed his head in his hands. Ms. August just stared at him.

After a while, though, she knew she had to say something and finally made her way down the stairs.

"You know I usually refrain from saying anything, but you need to break up with her. Or whatever you wanna call it since the relationship was never genuine." She stopped somewhere behind the couch Chresanto was sitting on.

Chresanto groaned. "Ma, you know I can't." He scrubbed his face with his hands.

"You can," his mom insisted.

"She'll tell," he reminded, voice empty.

She sighed. "The longer you let her control you like this, the longer you'll be miserable. Once you stop caring, you'll be free." She sat down beside him, pulling his hands from his face.

His face was set in a frown, and he was biting the corner of his bottom lip. His mom read this easily, knowing he was about to cry.

Ms.August squeezed his hand. She looked away and glanced at her purse that happened to be next to her on the couch. She reached in and grabbed something with a certain look on her face. She smiled and pressed it into Chresanto's hand.

Chresanto looked at the picture in his hand. It made it a little harder to breathe and before he knew it, a tear fell.

"When you're with Jacob, you look happier than you have in a long time. A genuine happiness." Ms. August looked at her son.

He was looking down at the picture then looked to his feet. She held his chin and made him look at her.

"Being happy is being free. And if you don't stop thinking that a different type of love is wrong then you'll never be free." She stared him in the eyes so he paid attention to every word.

"Mama, I can't," Chresanto's voice broke and so did he.

Ms.August pulled him in for a hug. She hated to see him like this.

"You can, Chres. You can. Nobody is stopping you but yourself at this point," she rubbed his head. "Everyone that matters supports you. You just gotta do the same."

As Chresanto tried to pull himself back together, his mom wished he didn't have to fall apart over something like this. Love shouldn't have to be something you run from.

Chresanto had tried to convince the world that he was straight for so long that, for a while, he had convinced himself he was straight too. He was too desperate to disassociate himself from the label that liking boys gave him. The anger he held at the fact that he felt like he couldn't be himself, turned to hatred or jealousy for those that continued to be themselves.

And no, that wasn't fair.

Chresanto sniffed, taking another look at the picture. It was from the sleepover. He and Jacob were cuddled against one another and remembering how free he felt that night- free of consequence, free to love - made him want that again.

"I need to talk to Dylan," he muttered.

His mom smiled. "I think that's a good start."

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this chap was supposed to be longer but I decided to split it in two bc Chresanto's part seemed too lengthy to me.

Thanks to everyone who commented last chapter answering my questions!

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- Perivermore