Typo

Father and Son

Shane's POV

Today's Saturday and I'm going to go home today to pick up and few things. Homecoming is coming up next week so I need to ask my mom for the money even though I know she probably won't give it to me.

I open the door with my key and I enter the house.

My mom walks into the living room.

"Oh shane." She said it as if my name was poisonous to say.

"I'm just here to get more clothes." I informed her.

"Okay." She replied.

"Can I have $40 dollars to go to homecoming?" I ask politely.

She looked at me like I just said something so rude that it hurt her feelings.

"No." She said while walking away.

"Okay. Whatever I'll just call dad." I said. I said loud enough so she can hear. She turned around quickly.

"What did you say?" She asked.

"I'm calling dad." I responded.

"You will not call your dad. If you do, I will-"

"What will you do? You already disowned me for being gay. There's nothing else you can do. So I'm calling dad." I said while heading upstairs to my room.

I pack some more clothes in my bag and sit down on the bed. I take a quick look at the family portrait that's sitting on my desk along with my laptop.

"How did we get here, dad?" I questioned.

~Flashback~

"Mom when are we going home?" Nine year old me asked.

She gave me a small smile.

"You don't want to play anymore?" She asked me.

I shook my head. "Hmmm what about ice cream?" She offered.

My face lit up like fireworks.

"Yes! Let's go!" I shouted while pulling her hand.

She laughed.

Little did I know that my mom was buying time for my dad to act while she wasn't there.