I'm Not A Girl, I Swear [Discontinued]

XXIII

"Hello?"

"Dad?"

"Hey, Nick! What's up?"

Nick swallowed nervously. "I need to talk to you. It's about mom."

His father picked up on his tone, voice serious and caring. "You can talk to me about anything."

"It's..." He glanced at Jeff, who nodded him on encouragingly. "She hurt me."

"She did what?!" He sounded furious.

"Have you ever seen Rocky Horror? I did a group costume with my friends and I was Frank N. Furter. She saw my costume, and... Well, she wasn't too happy."

"Nick, hun, your mother is an ignorant bitch whose head is shoved so far up her ass there's eyelashes in her kidneys. Her views are outdated and cruel."

Nick laughed. "I know. And I'm actually not that mad about this because now I can report her and she'll be gone from my life and I can live with you."

"I'll report her sooner than you can say thoughtless bitch. But how badly are you hurt? Like, do you need medical attention, or...?"

"I'm fine, just pretty bruised and achy. I don't think Daniel or Clara know what she did, she sent them to their rooms and when she's that angry you just don't argue."

"Thank you for telling me, Nick. I'm proud of you."

"Well..." Nick looked over at Jeff, shooting him a smile. "I didn't do it on my own. I had some help from a friend."

"Well, please thank them for me."

"I will. Oh, dad, one more thing. I'm gay."

Nick immediately hung up, face red with embarrassment. "Why the hell did I tack that on there?"

Jeff didn't respond, walking over and hugging him. "I'm proud of you."

"My dad says thank you. And so do I," he replied, hugging back.