Rowan: Queen of Chav's

The next morning (Fourty-five)

Rowan PoV

It was about 3 hours later, I hadn't slept since the night before, but I still felt like I had gotten a little bit of sleep, Dad had gone to sleep, but he was awake again, as one does.

We were both sat on the windowsill, because that's the best seat in the flat since you could see almost everything around you and you had the view out of the window, which is actually quite nice.

"Hey Baby"
"Hey Dad"
"I'm proud of you Tesoro, you know that, right?"
"Why's that Dad?"
"Because you were there for your friend when she needed you to be"

I was slightly confused about why this was so groundbreaking, because to me it was just how I should treat someone, so when Dad said he was proud of me I was confused.

"But that's not groundbreaking or anything, it's literally just me treating her as a human"
"(Sighs), I mean in theory it's not that big of a deal, but what you have got to realise Baby is that unfortunately anyone that is part of the LGBT will be treated like shit by some people, so the most trivial things that straight people take for granted will seem like a miracle"
"Even though it's literally just human decency?"
"Yes Sweetheart, even though it's human decency"

I was on the verge of crying, because I realised that Dad had experienced something similar to Bianca, then I remembered that his father beat the living shit out of him when he and Papa started dating, and that pushed me over the edge and made me burst into tears.

"Oh Baby, come here"
"When, (gasp), when you put, put, put it like, like that, it reminded me that, uh, you got, got beaten up in your own home for, for it, by somebody who, who should love you no, no matter what and that makes me both sad and angry"
"It doesn't bother me anymore Bambina"
"That doesn't make it ok Dad"
"No you're right, it doesn't make it ok, but getting angry or upset doesn't make it go away Baby"
"I know, but that doesn't make me feel any better about the way the world has treated you"
"I know il mio cuore, but I also know that the important people to me will love me no matter what and I would do the same for them, and that is all that matters to me"
"I love you Dad"
"I love you too Miele"

We both sat in silence for a little while, the early morning lull was setting in, as nobody else was up, so I made us both a cup of tea and then gave Dad his tea.

"Thank you Baby"
"You're welcome Dad, I have a question to ask you"
"Ok, ask away"
"Is it weird that I got upset earlier?"
"No it's not weird, you've always had a big heart Baby, it's probably more weird that I got used to people being homophobic towards me"
"Dad it's not weird that you got used to it but it's just so sad that you got used to it"
"Maybe it is sad but now it's not as bad as it was when I was growing up"
"Yeah but it's still shit though"
"Yeah you're right, it's still shit"

Dad then gave me a hug, as we both needed it after the cry sess and that deep arse conversation we just had.

"You do know that I will have to call child services just to let them know what's happened to your friend, right?"
"Yeah I know Dad, you're a wise old man in a young body"
"I don't know how to take that Kiddo"
"As a compliment, duh"
"(Snorts), well thank you I guess, right I've got to make a phone call"
"Ok Dad"

So Dad went out on the balcony to make the phone call, so I sat and chilled on the couch for a while, until eventually I made myself another cup of tea, because drinking cold tea ain't it sis.

Not long after I had sat back down on the couch, Bee had gotten out of bed and sat down beside me on the couch.

"Hey, how did you sleep?"
"I slept fine, well as fine as someone who went to sleep at 3 O'clock in the morning, where's your Dad?"
"He's on the phone to social services to make sure that they know that you live here now-"
"What if they send me back?"
"They won't, they know Dad because of my Uncle Georgie"
"What happened to your Uncle Georgie?"
"He got kicked out by their Dad"
"Then your Dad knows what he's doing"
"Yeah you could say that about him"

il mio cuore is my heart in Italian.