Pride

3

"I am gay....."

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I could feel the awkward silence starting to bubble up in the living room.

My mom had an awkward smile on her face, and my dad looked like he was about to laugh, but he let out a light chuckle.

"That was a really good joke, Michael. Can we stop joking now and tell us what you really wanted to tell us." My dad said.

So he was thinking of this as a joke, does he seriously think I took his sense of humor?

"I'm being serious dad. I am not joking when I say that I'm gay." I said, looking between the two.

Mom still hasn't said or done anything to make me feel uneasy. I really hope she gets it, and doesn't try to do something.

"Michael, we get it that you're trying to joke around with us. I appreciate it, but be serious now." was my dad's reply.

"I'm. Not. Fucking. Joking. Around!" I yelled at the two.

My mom visibly flinched at my tone of voice. And I could tell that both of them are getting angry and mad.

"Young man, do not use that tone of voice in my house!" Dad stood up, but mom placed a hand on his arm. I watched her stand up, walk over towards were I'm standing.

'SMACK!'

I was facing the other way, a painful feeling on my right cheek. All I could feel was the hate radiating from my parents.

My mom was all red in her face, and looked like she's about to explode.
"GO TO YOUR DAMN ROOM AND NEVER SPEAK TO US EVER AGAIN, YOU GOD DAMN COCK SUCKER!"

I looked at her, then at my dad. Slowly walking away I walked into my room, slamming my door shut.

The tears were so close to fall down my freckled cheeks. They hate me, they hate me so much.

OF COURSE THEY DO! Why did I think it'd be a good idea to even tell them?! Couldn't I wait till I move out to be myself?! At least they wouldn't be able to see me kiss anyone that I love.

I looked over at my phone, took it and decided to call John. I already started preparing a bag with clothes.

"Sup, Bob."

"Can I stay over? It didn't go so well, and I really wanna get out of here."

"Sure, I'll tell my dad and you can sleep here for a few days." John said and hung up.

I took the bag and ran out the house, I jumped on my bike, starting to ride it towards John's house as fast as I could.

- time skip -

John was waiting at the open door, he looked worried.

Walking towards his house, I entered it and threw my bag down. "Can we go smoke in your bedroom?"

He nodded and closed the door behind us. We made our way to his bedroom, already taking out my pack of cigarettes.

"So was it that bad?" John asked me, handing him a lighter and opening up the bedroom window.

"Not really, my dad thought I was joking. Then after I yelled at him, he told me to not give him that tone. And after that my mom slapped me." I answered, lighting up my cigarette. "Was lucky enough that my dad didn't punch me, that would've left more damage than my mom's slap."

John nodded and looked at his phone, smiling at the notification he got. It was her, Layla texted him.

"So your girlfriend still didn't leave your smoker ass, huh? Guess Watson on crack has got the balls to keep a person to himself." I chuckled, it was fun teasing him about it, cause he kept getting flustered when I mention it.

"Oh shut up, she'll probably leave me after a few months cause I am just a lazy ass boyfriend. I'm just waiting to find out she's cheating or something." He replied, deciding to text her back.

And that's how the night continued, just me and John, two buddies smoking by the window and laughing about our insecurities.