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

XXXVIII

Mr. Montgomery took a step back, disgust filling his features. He turned around, snapping and not even bothering to speak over his shoulder as he walked away. "Wesley. Come."

Wes quickly followed him, trying to make himself unnoticeable and hurrying up to reach his side. "Father, I didn't know."

"Oh? And what you were saying, he reassured a friend of yours that he supported that crowd? It seems he isn't your only friend like that."

"They weren't a friend of mine, the wording was just more appropriate." Wes had to double his speed to keep up with his father. They left the building, heading towards the car.

"Ah, yes. The wording for how you sent a longtime friend to prison."

Wes hesitated, falling half a step behind. "Father, you saw what she did to him."

"A faggot who cross-dressed? I'd say she wasn't hard enough on him."

"Father," Wes said, shocked.

"It's a deserved punishment." They both got in the car, his father snapping and the driver starting the car. "I'd do the same if he was my child."

The thought made him nauseated. "If I were gay, you would hit me?"

"I would punish you, but how, I haven't thought of. After all, I don't have anything to worry about."

Wes nodded quickly. "No, you don't, father."

"Take out your phone."

He did so, confused. "Go to your contacts. I want you to block his number, and I want to see you do it."

Wes swallowed, doing as asked of him.

"Good. I don't want you talking to that boy again, do you understand me?"

"Yes, father."