Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 36

Chapter 36

Another Saturday night, another game, only this time we didn't win. 

It was the last game before winter break so it was kind of a let-down that we didn't finish on a good note, but then again the team wasn't that upset about it. Everyone was more hyped up about both class and practice being over for a couple of weeks. 

christmas was only a few days away and I wasn't as excited as I should have been. My family was weighing on my mind. More specifically, my father. 

He didn't come to the game tonight. It was the first time since I started college that he missed a game. As pissed off as I was at how he acted at the last game, I was still really, really hurt that he didn't come tonight. I was sitting on the floor in my dorm room, leaning against my bed. 

With Lucas in the bathrooms I was left by myself to catch up on my thoughts, and I didn't like them one bit. I didn't even get a call from my dad or a text. Nothing. I started at my phone, contemplating whether to call home. 

Would they even want to hear from me? 

Maybe something terrible happened that stopped him from coming to the game. With that thought in mind I dialed the home number and anxiously held the phone to my ear. It rang for a while and I almost wanted to hang up, but just as I was about to, someone answered. "Hello?" My dad's familiar voice spoke. I swallowed my pride and decided to act normal. "Hey, dad," I said. 

Silence. 

That's all I got. 

Silence, then some ruffling around, and I was graced with a more feminine voice. "Hello?" My mom asked. 

My heart clenched. 

He couldn't even talk to me. 

This wasn't fair. 

I didn't do anything wrong but I felt like I had to apologize over and over again even though I knew I was in the right. It made me so frustrated that he wasn't talking to me because of this.

 For once I felt like I was the adult in the situation and he had to grow up. "Mom, hi," I finally spoke. "Connor?" she sounded surprised and I didn't blame her. 

It wasn't often I called. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Yeah, everything's fine," I said. I was quiet, and so was she. 

The two of us were never the best communicators. It's not like we had a bad relationship, we just didn't have a strong one either. "So, um...dad wasn't at the game tonight like normal so...I was just checking up," I told her. "Oh," she paused, "Oh okay. Well, he's just a bit busy with business this weekend." That was a lie. 

He never had business on weekends. 

It's one thing he doesn't want to talk to me, but now lies? I was infuriated. "Right, well tell him the team lost because I was busy being a disappointment," I snapped. "Connor..." The sympathetic tone to her voice did nothing for me. 

"I mean, it's true, right? He's disappointed in me, isn't he?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't care about what he or my mom thinks, but I couldn't help it. "He's not disappointed in you. christmas is soon and you two can make up then," she said cheerily. "Didn't he tell you he uninvited me?" I asked.

 "He didn't mean it. We still want to see you," she said. "Can I bring Lucas?" My question was met with silence. 

Lucas was going to his own parent's house so he couldn't come with me to see my family, but I still wanted to know what she would say if I brought it up.

 The lack of talking let me know she wasn't supportive at all. "When he says he's okay with me and Lucas, then maybe I'll come visit," I said. "Sweetie..." "Don't call me sweetie," I barked.