Chapter 47
Taylor's POV
"Hi, honey, I'm home."
My dad comes home likes he stars as a sitcom dad. The briefcase, suit, and fancy shoes. Just don't know how else to explain him. He;s just so......plain. Like spaghetti with out the sauce. Like vanilla ice cream. Just your regular old stereotypical dad.
"Taylor.......hi." He said, sort of grimly. What in the world? "Hi dad." I stood up to go hug him, but he put his hand out, blocking my two arms from going around him. I guess he wants a handshake. I awkwardly grasped his hand in mine and gave it a slow shake with a confused look on my face.
I let go of his hand and backed up sp he could have room to get inside the house and close the door. Once he was inside, he shrugged off his coat and put it on the coat hanger next to him. "So, Taylor, why are you here?" I looked back at my mom and she nodded, with a reassuring smile. "You should sit down for this one dad."
I led him over to the couch to sit down. He sat down on the other side of me, so I was in between him and my mom. "So I have this person in my life, who I really really love. We have two beautiful twins and we are very happy together, dad." He clapped a hand on my back and smiled. "Well who is she, son? I know you brought here! Bring her down!"
Here comes the hardest part in this conversation. I sighed, preparing myself the good or bad outcome. "Well, that's the thing dad. The person isn't a girl. He's a.......boy." Record time for smile drop: 0.0001 seconds. Record holder: My dad. Smile dropped faster than my phone on my face at night. "What did you just say?" He asked through gritted teeth. "His name is Shawn, and I love him."
The hard slap and throbbing of pain is what I didn't expect next.
Shawn's POV
I listened to the conversation at the door while checking on the children to make sure that they are still asleep. The conversation with his dad was going good up until his dad said, "Well who is she, son?" That's the thing. I'm not a she. And I knew things were about to take a turn for the worst.
I was thinking about the outcomes of that sentence when I heard the slap. I went out of instinct and rushed out the room and downstairs to find Taylor on the floor, holding his cheek while his dad was standing over him. And his mom sat on the couch, holding her mouth, with tears in her eyes, doing and saying nothing. I ran to the couch and got onto my knees. "Taylor! Taylor, are you OK?" He sat up on his butt, then pushed himself to his feet to face his father.
"So this is the.......faggot? He got pregnant? How is that possible you...you.....you scum." (I laughed so hard while writing that sentence. The scum part. I just think that word is funny.) "Don't you dare say that to him, you bastard," Taylor said before punching his father.
Taylor's mother and I gasped at the same time when his father leaned over and spit blood out of his mouth. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked at Taylor with disgust. Then he turned to me. Oh, here we go, I thought. He tried to walk toward me, but Taylor got in his path each time. "Shawn, go upstairs and go watch the kids, now!" He still had his arms out, holding his father back away from me. A glint passed through his dad's eyes and then........he bolted for the stairs.
"NO!" I yelled, running after him, with Taylor right behind me. He was up the stairs in a quick second and ran down the hallway to Tyalor's room. Taylor was right behind him, getting up the stairs quicker than I was. His mom, was on the couch, crying into her hands. "NO! Stop please!" I finally got up the stairs, but froze in terror when I heard two cries coming from inside Taylor's room. "Oh, no," I whispered. I slowly walked to the doorway, not ready to face what he could possibly be doing to Liam and MIa.
A squeak of terror left my mouth when I saw what was happening in Taylor's room. Taylor was standing by the closet, still not doing anything in the fear of our children. His dad, was holding the twins upside down, by their feet, ignoring the cries coming from them. "Put them down, dad." Taylor said sternly. "No, they don't deserve to be here. No one will like them because their fathers are two little faggots. You should thank me from putting them out of the hell that is thier future life."
"He lifted them up slightly, he grip faulting. "Put them down now." Behind me, was his wife, with a loaded gun, pointed and aimed at him.
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I couldn't update last night. The chapter was halfway done and I was going to try to save it on my computer to finish it on my phone in my room because my mama told me to go to bed. (I have a desktop in the living room). But it wouldn't save, and when I tried to publish it, it wouldn't publish. So I had to wait until today to finish and publish it.
