Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

14 | Hazel

Chris was asleep. He looked peaceful when he was asleep.

It was about 4 in the morning. I couldn't fall asleep.

The party had gone until about 2. Chris didn't really go back out after he took me into his office. He doesn't like parties. I guess I can't really blame him though. Having that many people around you is probably annoying.

He was actually really attractive. He was mean at first, but I think I'm like, actually starting to like him.

He had his arm draped over my side, his hair splayed out around him. I like his hair. Its soft. His mouth was open a little and he was snoring quietly. His head rested on his other arm.

I very gently ran my fingers through his hair, careful not to wake him up.

I kinda just played with his hair for a while. He was a heavy sleeper.

I don't know how I really feel about living here yet, but I know I'm starting to actually like being around him. I'm kinda scared for what may happen in the near future. And I sure as hell didn't expect to have my life completley turned around in the matter of a few days. I never in a million years would have thought I'd go from homeless to living in a mansion as fast as I did. And I still don't know if this is the right choice. I still don't really know what I'm getting myself into.

"What're you doing?" I heard him mumble.

"Playing with your hair..."

"Go t'sleep."

"I can't."

He didn't respond after that.

I went back to what I was doing. I don't really care if he wakes up. I doubt he'll get mad at me. Having your hair played with is nice.

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"What did you just say?"

"I-" My breath caught in my throat. "I'm gay. I-I like boys."

It was silent for a minute. They just stared at me, disgust painted on their faces. "Get out."

"What?"

"Get out!"

"Y-you c-" I began. 

"Get your shit and leave."

"I'm not old enough! You can't throw me out!"

"It doesn't matter how old you are. I don't want a faggot in my house and neither does your mother."

"Dad, please. I'm 16. I can't live on my own. I-I'm sorry."

"Get out." 

I sighed in defeat. I can't believe them. I got up and went up to my room. I threw some clothes into a backpack. I grabbed the only 20  dollars I had left and shoved it in my pocket. 

I headed downstairs. I stopped and looked at them, looking for any sign of sympathy. 

"Please. You can't make me leave."

"Out."

I left the house and walked down the street. 

I can't believe them. They're my parents. They're supposed to love me no matter what. That's what parents are supposed to do. Why did they kick me out? 

I have nowhere to go. I have no one to go to. I'm scared. I'm only 16. I can't survive. 

I was walking aimlessly for hours. I'm scared. This is fucking Seattle. There's fucking crazy people around here. Who knows what could happen.