Awkward (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 8

Finally about an hour before my parents got home, Damien and Sarah left. My parents got home but not my little brother. They informed me that he would be staying another night at his friends house. It was almost the time of night when my parents usually went to bed and we were sitting there watching TV. It was time. I just felt like there was some force in the air saying, Go on Ember. Now's your chance.

So I said, "Mom? Dad?"

They replied with, "Yeah" and "Yes, dear?"

"Can I talk to you guys about something?" This got their attention. Mom looked away from the TV with a concerned look on her face and Dad sat up a little straighter in his chair and looked at me.

"Of course honey. What is it?" Mom said.

"You didn't knock some girl up did you?" Dad said. Mom and I glared at him.

"Uuuh... No," I said. "I think-- Uh, well I know, um. I, I'm gay." I was nervous because after I got that choked out there was silene.

Then my dad relaxed a little and said, "Don't joke about that, son."

"Dad, I'm not joking," I almost whispered.

"Ooooh honey, come here!" my mom wailed.

"What did you say?" my dad said. I didn't respond. "No son of mine is gay."

"Jeff! What is wrong with you?!" my mom hollered at him.

"What? You think faggots are okay, Shelly? I don't want him living here if he's going to be fucking other men."

And that must have given him an idea, because then he said, "If you're not joking, then you're not allowed to date until you move out. And you can pack your bags and leave the day you turn eighteen."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. 

"Jeffery!! What the hell!!" my mom started yelling at him. "He's your son!"

"Not anymore!" he yelled back, and I bolted upstairs to my room. I barely made it without falling down because I was half blinded by the tears blurring my vision. They were literally flowing down my cheeks like two rivers.

I made it to my bedroom and shut the door quietly, then plopped down on my bed. I cried into my pillow for an hour before I realized there was someone sittin gon my bed. I looked up and my mom was there. I sat up and went to her. She wrapped me in a hug and I cried on her shoulder. She hushed me like I was a baby and rubbed my hair as I cried. She mumbled things like "It's okay, it'll be okay," and, "I love you," and "He'll understand, just give him time," until my dad started yelling for my mom.

"Shelly? Would you come here? Shelly!"

"I'll talk to him," she said to me, but I doubted she would be able to change his mind judging fom the way he reacted.

She got up off the bed and left me, closing the door behind her. I curled up into a ball on my bed and cried some more. I cried until I thought I had no more tears to cry, then ended up crying some more. When I was finally finished crying, for a little bit at least, I found my phone and sent Sarah a text.

Dad hates me, I wrote.

She texted back almost immediately saying, No way. I'm so sorry Ember. I'm calling you.

And she did two seconds after I finished reading the text. I ignored the call and she calle again. And again. Finally I just turned off my phone and threw it to the corner of my room. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I curled back into a ball on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up memories of the night before came rushing back to me and fresh tears flowed down my cheeks. I just layed there in bed for a while before getting up and going to my bathroom to brush my teeth. I was a little afraid to go downstairs so I took my time. I brushed my hair down and changed into fresh clothes. I washed the dried tears from my face.