*Grant's POV*
Tears are still falling out of my eyes when I make it home. Kace left when I opened the front door headed to Kobe's house.
I slam the door behind me, not caring since no one should be here anyways. I head into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and I hear a slam upstairs. Instantly, I turn around ready for a fight when I see my father coming down the stairs with a bat.
"Jesus Grant, it's 2:30 in the morning! Why are you slamming my fucking doors?", he says making his way into the kitchen.
"Sorry dad, I had a bad night", I say trying to avoid any more conversation.
I grab my water and try to walk pass him but to no avail. He grabs me by the arms and looks me in the face.
"What happened to you boy?", he says staring me down intently.
"Nothing happened to me, I'm fine. Can you just leave me alone?"
His grip hardens,"leave you alone? I'll leave you alone when I please. You're my son and you obey my rules until I say otherwise".
I can feel the anger from tonight bubbling in my chest. I just want to slap him... just once.
Instead...
"Yeah well, I don't think you'd want me to be your son when you find out I'm a fag.", I respond staring him in the face. Mind you, I've had a couple of drinks tonight and have already gotten into a fight. This... this does not compare to anything that I've encountered so far.
"You're what!? You're a fucking fag Grant?", he says, teeth grinding between every word. Grip tightening around my arm.
"I-I didn't mean to say that...", I say to get away.
"I think you did. You know, ever since that day I saw you and that boy touching each other I knew you were never going to be a normal man. I guess I'll have to make you one."
Before I could say anything back, I'm being pushed onto the floor and a boot is being pressed against my head.
"Please... dad stop", I say trying to keep my teeth from shattering under his boot.
"Stop? I'll stop when you stop bei-"
His foot is off my face in a second and I look around to find my mother staring at my father with pure hatred in her eyes.
I look between them then dash toward the front door. I don't grab anything; I need to get out of here.
"Grant! Come back!"
I can hear my mother screaming for me but I don't stop running.
I keep running until I'm exactly where I'm not wanted.
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