Luke's POV
I had decided... I had decided to tell my family that I'm gay. I need to come out eventually, and if they truly loved me, they'd accept me, right? Even if they didn't, I wouldn't give a shit.
Actually, that's a lie... I definitely would give a shit. They have to accept me, otherwise things would be awkward, they'd kick me out, I wouldn't have anyone to lean on, and I would be alone for the rest of my life...
Wow, I really just made myself nervous. I can't get kicked out though, I'm only sixteen. I can't keep myself hidden, they deserve the truth.
"Mum?" I call out as I entered the house.
My dad appeared in the living room, giving me a small grin. "Your mother is still at work. Need anything, bud?"
For you to accept me, I thought.
I scratched the back of my head, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I need to tell you something."
He raised his eyebrow, taking a seat on the couch. "Uh oh. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Um, it's up to you to decide," I said. "To me, it's a good thing... but I'm not sure how you're going to react to it."
He chuckled. "Lay it on me, son. I'm sure it's not that bad."
"Okay," I said, my nerves intensifying. "Dad... I'm gay."
He didn't say anything. The slight, amused smile on his face completely dropped, and in a second, an angry look overtook his face. He stood up, glaring down at me.
"You better be joking," he growls.
I knew I made a mistake.
I gulped. "I'm not joking."
"What the fuck, Luke?!" he screams.
I took a step back as he stepped closer to me. "Why are you so mad? Honestly, it's not that bad."
"Not that bad? It's terrible!" he sneered. "It's disgusting... and I can't believe it consumed my own son."
I became furious. "You're talking about it like it's some disease!"
"Because it is!" my father yells. "Why? Why are you like this?!"
"I can't help it!" I reply. "I can't help that I'm attracted to boys!"
He raised his hand and slapped me across the face. I stumbled back, holding my cheek in my hand. It really hurt... but what hurt worse was my father's reaction and words.
"Shut the hell up!" he yells. "You're not my son anymore."
"You can't disown me," I whispered. "I'm always going to be your son, you homophobic prick."
I guess love can deteriorate within seconds just because of one little thing... that means the world to one person.
He ran over to me, probably eager to continue to beat the shit out of me. But before he could, someone stopped him. I looked up to see my mum, holding his wrist tightly in her hands.
"What are you doing?!" she screamed. "Why are you hurting our son?!"
"It's your son now!" my dad yelps. "Did you know that your son is gay?!"
"No, I didn't," she says, glancing at me. "But I'm fine with it. I accept my son, because I love him, like a good parent... unlike you, the man who is suppose to accept him... the man who is his father and is suppose to love him... the man I married and the man I thought I loved."
