Is He... Gay!? (boyxboy)

Chapter 55

*Grants POV*

I rush after my father, without even realizing it. The hatred I feel has never been more prominent than this moment... when he completely disrespected my mother.

I spot him next his car and I rush over.

I punch his windshield and watch the glass shatter.

"What the fuck Grant!?", he says looking shocked.

"Fuck you! Never disrespect my mother again you piece of shit"!

He laughs, "fuck you and your hag of a mother".

That's when I lost it.

I ran forward, grabbing him and throwing him to the ground. I slam my fists into his face, his stomach, any and everywhere I know it will hurt.

He struggles against me but has no chance. I grab his throat and I squeeze. I don't see his face, but only the times he decided to put his hands on me, decided to call me names and abused me emotionally and physically.

And I can't stop... squeezing.

"GRANT STOP!", I hear James' voice but I don't see him. I only see my fathers hateful grin as he pushed me on the floor when I was only 3 years old. I only see him smashing dishes on the floor when I didn't take out the trash, I only see him... hurting me.

Out of nowhere, I'm pulled back, and land on the ground. That's when I can finally see again. And damn, did I beat his ass.

His face is covered in blue and purple bruises and he's still just laying there.

Did I just.... no I couldn't have. Could I?

He coughs.

I didn't. He's alive.

And that angers me.

I try to stand up, but I'm held to the ground around my waist, I thrash around to get to him, but I'm still being held down.

I watch as my father stands up and spits blood out of his mouth.

Was that a tooth?

I look... it was definitely a tooth.

I smile.

"I hope you have a happy life, you fag. You better hope I never come back or I'll kill you", he says, with a missing front tooth.

"Yeah try it and next time I will fucking kill you", I say with as much venom in my voice as I can muster. Because if he does, I will fucking kill him.

He scoffs and hops into his car, even though the windshield is smashed.

I look back to see James staring with wide eyes, still holding me tightly around the waist.

I go to stand up and walk into the house, pulling James up with me.

That's when we heard it... the loud boom sound coming from the head of my driveway.

We quickly turn around and see my father's car completely smashed my an 18 wheeler.

I don't even think I felt bad in the slightest.

In fact, I sighed and slowly made my way to the crash sight while James ran inside to tell my mother.

I walked up to his car and peeked inside to see him sitting there gasping for air. He reaches out towards me but I pull back.

" You deserve this", I say staring into his eyes, " you deserve to feel this pain. This is what it felt like being your son."

He stares at me and I can tell he's trying to speak.

"I'm- I'm s-so sorry.", he says still holding his arm out to me.

"No you're not. You're just scared you're about to die and want forgiveness in hope you will be granted into heaven... but I have news for you father, you won't".

With that, I turn around and walk away. I don't even bother calling the police because I know someone already did.

I hope they don't get here in time. I hope... I really hope he dies.