Yep, I'm....Gay

Yep, I'm....Gay {17}

TRIGGER WARNING: INVOLVES SELF HARMING AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

~~~Grant's POV~~~

I got in the car with my dad. I don't even know why. He was one of the last people I wanted to be with right now. I just wanted Cale. I just wanted him to hold me. To comfort me. But I left him drenched in the school parking lot. We pulled up to my house and went inside.

"Grant!" My mother yelled, "What happened? You're soaked and bleeding!" She ran over to me and hugged me with everything she had.

"I'm guessing something happened at school. He was outside in the rain with some faggot who called him his boyfriend and kissed him." My dad said in disgust.

"Don't call Cale a faggot! He's not!" I shouted.

"That boy is disgusting! Calling my son his boyfriend! My son is not a faggot like him!"

"Well if that's what you think gays are then I guess I am!"

"Grant, you listen to me! You are not a disgusting worthless piece of shit like him!"

"If that's what you think he is then I guess I am! All Cale has done is cared for me, unlike you! When I needed help he ws there for me! I needed help from him because of you!"

"I'm trying to keep you from your sins! You keep doing this and you're going straight to hell, boy!"

"Why bother?! My life already is hell!" I shouted before running up the stairs and locking myself in my room. I walked over to my desk and opened a drawer digging for something in the back. When I felt the end I grabbed it and pulled it out. A steak knife I had taken from the kitchen. I walked over to my bed and sat down staring at the knife I was holding. Squeezing my eyes shut, I dug the knife into my wrist and pulled it across. Tears began falling from my eyes as I did it five more times on that one wrist. Then the other. Looking at my bloody wrist, I sobbed. I threw the knife across the room where it hit the wall and landed beside my tv. I got up and grabbed a bag and stuffed some long sleeved shirt in it and some pants. I quickly changed into a long sleeved shirt and opened my window. I grabbed my keys off my desk and hopped out of the window an onto the roof. I very slowly hopped down to ground level and hopped in my car. I started it up and left to Cale's house.

I knocked on his door patiently and waited in the rain until someone answered it.

"Grant! What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be at school?" Danny greeted me. I didn't answer. I just stood there staring at the ground. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

My phone began ringing.

"Hello?" I answered it.

"Grant?! Where the hell are you?!" Zoey screamed into the phone. I hung it up and went upstairs and into Cale's room.

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"Grant!" Cale said when he opened the door to his room, "why are you here? I thought you went home."

"I did. But my dad was pissing me off again so I snuck out and came here." I shrugged.

"So you've been here all day?" He questioned. I nodded. I got up and walked over to him and put my arms around his neck. He wrapped his around my waist.

"I'm really sorry about what happened today. I wish I could've stopped it all." He said. I reached up on my tiptoes and kissed him.

"There was no way you could. I don't blame you for any of it so don't worry. I just need you with me right now." I whispered to him. I stared into his beautiful emerald green eyes. I could get lost in them in I did for too long. They were magnificent.

"So are you gonna go back to school at all?" He asked. I thought about it but I couldn't stay away forever.

"Yea I will."

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The next three days at school, I was made fun of yet again. People threw spitballs at me and shoved me in the hallways. Other called me names and whatever else they could think of.

"Grant? Are you listening to us?" Maya said interrupting my thoughts.

"Not really...sorry." I mumbled.

"As I was saying Grant why are just letting this happen to you?" Zoey said concerned.

I shrugged.

"I don't know. What can I do about it?" I said. But that was a lie. I knew exactly what I'd do about it if I couldn't take it. And it was getting closer and closer. I got up and was about to leave the cafeteria when two guys stopped me.

"Faggot. Let's have a little fun." One of them said. I began to run but he grabbed my arm, my sleeve rolling up.

"Hey look he cuts!" He laughed, "The faggot hates himself so much he cuts!" My cheeks burned and my eyes filled with water, as everyone in the cafeteria laughed at me. Suddenly both guys fell to the ground. I looked up and say Loren, Evan, and Cale, standing over me. Cale expression made the tears from my eyes fall. I got up and ran until I got to the bathroom. I sat in the corner and pulled my legs close to me burying my face in my knees. Not long after I heard the door open and someone walked in and locked the door behind them. I looked up and through watery eyes I saw Cale standing at the door staring at me. He slowing walked over to me and crouched down in front of me. He grabbed my arms and forced them out to him. He looked at me causing me to cry even more because I knew what he wanted to see. He rolled up my sleeves and gasped a little as he softly rubbed his fingers over my cuts.

"Grant you cut yourself." He whispered his voice shaking.

"So?" I mumbled.

"So? Grant you're hurting yourself! It was bad enough when others were hurting you, but now you're hurting yourself." He snapped.

"I can't take it anymore Cale! I hate myself! Cause everyone else hates me!" I cried.

"Zoey, Maya, Loren, and Evan don't hate you. Danny doesn't hate you. My parents don't hate you. I don't hate you. I....I think I might even love you Grant." He told me. I looked up in disbelief. He smiled.

"I can't do it. I'm done." I whispered and got up and left.

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~~~Cale's POV~~~

After school I went straight home. I went up to my room but Grant wasn't there. I figured he might be out to clear his head. Then my phone rang.

"Cale?" Zoey sobbed.

"Zoey? What's the matter?"

"It's Grant. Is he at your house?"

"No. Why?"

"He's not at home and his car is still at the school."

"It is? I never even noticed."

"His parents called to ask me to look for him. But he won't answer his phone. Did he speak to you before he left?"

"Yea."

"What did he say to you?"

"He....he told me he couldn't take all the bullying anymore. He....he said he was done."

"With what?"

"That's it. That's all he said."

"Oh god no...."

"What?" I asked getting a little panicked.

"I think u know where he is. And....that if he's not there....we'll never see him again."

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Sorry it was short. Kind of a filler chapter. Awww poor Grant! I felt terrible writing all the bad stuff. But I also have news: I already have and idea for another BoyxBoy story called He's So Not My Type or HSNMT for short so be sure to see that. This story is getting close to the end so yea it'll be over in a little while. But there may be a little surprise for you guys if you payed attention to I think the last chapter before this one. Something about Evan and Loren.... So yea it's a possibility but I really want to write the other story though so yea. Keep reading!