Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 54

*James POV*

I watch as Grant's grip on the steering wheel tightens, eyes staring ahead as we make our way to his house.

Yeah, I'm meeting his mother today. Thank god his dad is out of town or I wouldn't even step foot in that house.

I slowly rub his arm, hoping he'd relax.

"Grant, I know for a fact that your mom will accept you. She loves you more than anything".

"Psh, not more than my father" he says with a smug look on his face.

I decide to stay silent.

After another 5 minutes we pull up to the front door and I slowly sank into my seat without even noticing.

"She'll love you James, even more if she accepts us."

I nod my head, let out a breath and hop out the car along with Grant. He comes around the car and holds my hand with a smile on his face.

I grin and we start walking towards the house, ready to face whatever is in there.

"Who is it!?", a woman's voice comes through the door. She sounds cheery.

I look at Grant with a confused look, "shouldn't you have a key?"

"My dad took it", he simply says and I look away and find the front door slowly opening.

"Mom just open the door", he says trying to walk into the house.

"Grant? Is that you? Oh god, it is! My handsome son, how are you?", she says stepping out and hugging gun him tightly. She hasn't even noticed me yet or the fact that we're holding hands. I look at her face and see tears wanting to fall.

Grant finally lets go, and pulls me forward, "mom, this is James... my boyfriend".

She then looks at me with wide eyes, but doesn't say anything.

I start to panic and pull myself away from Grant.  He tightens his grip on my head and I gulp.

"Your.... boyfriend?", she finally says still staring at me.

"Yes mother, my BOYfriend".

"Well, how about you both come inside.", she says, still with no emotion.

Grant slowly walks inside with me following behind him.

I look around the beautiful house before I slam into Grant's back. Confused, I look forward only to find myself staring at a man with the most hate-filled eyes I've ever seen.

"Grant what do you think you're doing here? Didn't I tell you to never come back?!", he yells, anger evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I heard you but I don't listen to bigots like you. I came here for mom."

So that's the father... I see where Grant gets his anger.

"You asked him to come here!?", he screams facing his wife.

"Now now, calm down. I didn't ask him to but don't you think we all should sit and talk?", his mother says motioning towards the kitchen.

The man, stares for a second then walks into the kitchen.

Grant drops my hand that was hiding behind him and walks into the kitchen.

Now I'm scared. I slowly follow behind him.

We all sit, no one says anything.

We all just stare at each other until...

"So what do you want faggot?", his father says like it's the most normal thing to say to his son.

"I'm here because I hate you father. I wanted to let you know that even if you are a piece of shit that tried to rule my life, I won't let you. I won't let you take away my happiness, my James. I almost lost him because of the anger I have for you. But I won't let myself be controlled by how you feel about me anymore. You're nothing like a father and will never know anything about my life any longer. I wish mom would see how much of a fucking failure you are".

His father stares at him in shock; mouth open.

He stands up and places his hands on the counter, "why you little fucking fag-."

"NOW THATS ENOUGH!", his mother screams shocking us all.

"I have never thought the man I married would be such a hateful person! How dare you talk to my son the way you've been for how long now!? Even before you found out he was gay, you've treated him like shit! And don't let me mention the fact that you're so close minded and ignorant! God, you've been wishing homosexuals away for how long!? And they aren't going anywhere! Because they are people, just like us! I thought you'd come to terms and learn to accept your son but clearly you won't!", she puts her hands in her face and sighs.

His father's eyes are only on Grant. Like he doesn't care how hurt she really is.

"Get our of my house.", his mother says.

"Yeah Grant, get the fuck o-."

"NO! I'm talking to you! YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!", she screams, now pointing towards the door.

That got his attention.

"Me!? You want me to get out!? You know what... fine I'll leave and I'll find a much better looking wife than you! You ugly hag. I don't know why I married you!", he screams then walks straight out the house.

I feel the anger in me build, which is no match to Grant's considering he just ran out after his father.

I look at his mother who has her head on the table, no doubt shedding tears.

I run out after Grant as fat as I could. He can't do anything stupid. Because he will... he will kill his father.