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Michael's POV

I don't know how long it takes for our brains to process fear but I felt like mine was working over time. My whole body is paralyzed, there is no moving now. From the tone of my dad's voice I could gather that he was none to please about seeing his son kissing another guy in his kitchen. Tears were already flooding Calum's eyes but I gave his hand a squeeze to let him know everything would be alright or at least I hoped it would. I think those kind of moments are the worst. Those moments where you have to put on a brave face for someone else when you yourself are shattering inside.

When my eyes finally met my fathers, I knew this night wasn't going to end well. With a gulp I took a step forward so that Calum was guarded behind me. If things went sour between me and my father it would be between us and not Calum. My father was wearing a suit and my mother next to him was dressed in an evening gown which told me they were just getting in from some fancy event. My mothers eyes held confusion while my fathers were saturated with a mixture of disgust and anger. I swallowed down most of my fear and opened my mouth to speak but my dad beat me to it. Only seconds had passed but it felt more like hours and I just wanted to get this all settled.

"Michael, I said what the hell is going on here?" He growled and I felt my heart pick up its nervous pace.

"Calum and I are dating." I said lowly just wanting to get it out there in the open. My dad crossed his arms across his chest and stared through me like I wasn't even there. My hands began to shake but I tried my best to just stay calm and not say anything I'd regret.

"Oh are you now? For how long?" He asked but the tone of his face sent shivers down my spine.

"Almost a month." I choked out and my father looked even angrier.

"You've been hiding this from us for a month? You're not even gay Michael why are you kissing a guy, in my kitchen or better yet why are you dating a guy?" My dad's voice was stern and I sunk lower not even able to look at Calum.

"Because I am gay dad. I love Calum and we are dating whether you like it or not." I explained still trying to be calm about this whole thing but that was becoming harder.

"Get out." He growled and I took a step back in disbelief.

"Jeff!" My mother pleaded and I shook my head feeling the tears gather in my eyes.

"W-what?" I stammered with my voice shaking miserably.

"I said get out!" He said louder this time and the tears began to sting my cheeks.

"Jeff please can't we talk about this?" My mum pleaded and I continued to shake. My dad was kicking me out of my own house. Every worst nightmare was being confirmed about my parents hating me. My own father can't even accept me for who I am this is every bit of conformation I needed.

"No Karen! I will not have a gay son, it's just disgusting!" He yelled towards my mother and his words cut me like a knife even though my body was numb. "You have an hour to pack your things and leave my house." My dad snapped and I began to shake with anger. How could he do this to his own son?

"Your the one that's disgusting! Who treats their own son like this?" I raised my voice and took a gutsy step forward towards him.

"You aren't my son Michael! I won't have a faggot as a son!" He shouted and out of the corner of my eye I saw Calum sinking down into himself. I hate that he's seeing all this.

"Good I hate you anyway! Both of you disgust me! You never cared anyway you are both just snobby assholes!" I shouted and felt an instant sting grip my cheek. When I was able to steady my vision I saw my mother standing in front of me and it was obvious she was the one who slapped me. I shook my head in disgust and backed away slowly through the kitchen.