Brendon's POV
I could here my parents arguing downstairs and tried to block my mom's desperate screams out, but it was impossible. I was going to a fucking insane asylum for no reason. I can't believe this. My parents are ridiculous. I wish people would just learn to accept people for who they are.
That was my final thought before I heard my dad walking up the stairs.
"Are you ready?" He asked as if we were going on a nice family vacation.
"Of course I'm not fucking ready!" I screamed, "You're sending me to a fucking insane asylum for no fucking reason!"
Before I had time to process what was happening, I was being dragged down the staircase by my hair.
"You'll pay for that." My dad growled at me.
"Go fuck yourself," I retorted "because no idiot in their right fucking mind would do it for you, asshole."
My dad slapped me in the face, but I was used to it. Ever since I came out as pan, he's been sending me to various therapies, he's been abusing me, and finally, he decided to send me to Nevada Mental Institution. Great. Just what I wanted. My mother agreed wholeheartedly, but insisted upon pretending to give a shit about me leaving. Like I would fall for that bullshit.
