[BoyXBoy] - Not-Quite-16 year old Hayden Davis finds himself seeking shelter in the Arizona desert with his mom after his dad's deportation and the fall of the Orange County business Empire his parents had built.
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"Hayden, where's your phone, baby?" mom rushes out to the patio where I'm eating breakfast with Aaron and Allison.
We were just deciding which of the three guys Aaron flirted with last night would be best for him. I was glad when he decided on Dalton over Jason. Honestly though, he didn't have a chance with any of them since we were heading back to Arizona tomorrow.
"Here, mom. What's up?" I ask. She looks alarmed and is holding her own phone to her ear.
"Call Tank. His parents can't find him and they're worried." She darts her eyes towards her phone as if she can't tell me the whole story here.
"Yeah, ok!" I hit him on my contacts, but without ringing it goes straight to voicemail. Now I'm worried.
I check his snapchat and it's still just scenes from the night before. He posted videos of him and Jessica dancing. I'd replayed it more times than I should have.
"Nothing," I say and send him a text.
"No response," mom echoes and then nods her head with a sigh. She slides down into a chair next to me and I can hear Tank's mom crying through the phone.
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"Don't worry, Sybil. We'll keep trying his cell and I'll let you know as soon as we hear anything. Oh I'm so sorry, hon. I can't believe he'd disappear like that!" Mom sounds frantic and echoes Tank's mom's concern.
"Yes, ok. I will. Love you, girl," mom says then sets her phone down.
"What happened?" the three of us scream in unison when mom leans back in her chair and sighs.
"He told them. He told them he was having feelings for boys. His dad didn't take it so well." Mom pushes back her hair and reaches for my glass of juice.
"Did he hit him? What the hell?" I look at her with anxious eyes as she gulps my drink.
"No, of course not. His dad said he must be joking and it wasn't funny. Then Tank tried to tell him he wasn't joking, but his dad said that was enough and he didn't want to hear about it again. He told Tank he didn't raise him to say things like that and wouldn't stand for it in his home. Can you believe that? What an ass to tell your kid that! I wish I had been there. I would have," mom starts to ramble but I interrupt her.
"You would have made it worse. Yelling at his dad would have made it worse," I insist.
"Probably, but I could have gotten him out of there. Sybil didn't know what to say to him and she just separated them until his dad could cool off and process it. She took Tank to his room and told him to get some sleep. She doesn't know when he left, but he was gone this morning. He only took his backpack and some clothes. Poor kid, he's just out there all alone," Mom sniffles.
She starts crying and I lean over towards her. She puts her arms around me and pulls me in against her shoulder.
