Adrika ***COMPLETED***

***Adrien***

I sat on the curb, shivering. I've been here for almost an hour before I decided to call Marinette. Minutes had passed before I heard loud footsteps running towards me. I looked up and saw Marinette. I gave her a weak smile.

"Hey, what happened? You just hung up," she dropped down next to me and gave me a warming hug. "Wanna go back to my place?" I nodded my head as we began to walk. I still haven't said a word.

"He kicked me out," I mumbled. Marinette didn't say anything, all she did was hold my hand. I started to tell her what happen as I remembered the events before.

"Bye, I don't want to miss my bath," I hung up. I was feeling sad, Luka wanted me to come out to my father, and I couldn't even do that without him telling me. I finished running my bath as I sat into the water.

"I'll tell him when I'm done," I mumbled as I sat in the water for a while.

When I got out, I dried myself and got dress. I walked down towards the lobby and saw Natalie on her tablet. I waved to her as she gave me a nod. 

"Do you know where my father is?" I asked her because she always knew where he was.

"He's in his study," she mumbled, going back to her tablet. I nodded when went back up the stairs. 

"Come in," I heard him announce when I knocked on his door. I opened the door, "ah, Adrien, what is it you need?" he asked, sounding bored. He had a notepad in his hands and pencils on his desk. I saw that he was sketching some designs.

"Father, I wanted to talk to you about something important," I started off, fidgeting with my fingers. My father hummed as he continued to sketch.

"What is it, Adrien, I'm busy," he said sternly.

"I need to talk to you, it's important, and I would like you to put your notepad down, please," I told him with a semi-confident voice. He placed his notebook down and swirled his chair towards me.

"What is it, Adrien?" He asked, resting his elbow on the arms of the chair. I took a deep breath, "please hurry with it, I have a lot of things to do," he told me.

"I'm gay," I mumbled. 

"What, Adrien, speak louder," he sounded truly annoyed. 

"I'm gay," I said louder. I saw him get up from his chair and walk towards me. Once he was standing in front of me, he raised his hand. I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my face.

I didn't feel anything. I removed my hands and saw his hand in a tight grip. "Get out," he said in barely a whisper. I gasped. I nodded as I walked towards my room. "No, get out of my house!" His voice boomed. I felt tears brim my eyes as I walked down the stairs. "I will show you out myself," his voice leaked with disgust.

He walked in front of me, his hands behind himself. He stopped in front of the door. He turned towards me. "Do you have a...boyfriend?" He asked, I could tell he wanted to throw up. I nodded, feeling ashamed. "Maybe he'll let you live with him. You are to never come back here again, not if I don't tell you so," he announced. I saw Natalie staring at us with pure pity. 

"Now, Sir, I think if you think abou-" he cut her off.

"No more words, Natalie, or else you'll be joining him!" His voice shouted. I couldn't see straight anymore, my eyes were too blurry. "Leave, I never want to see you again," he slapped my face before slamming the door in my face. I walked off of the property and walked a few blocks to a park. I sat on the curb before the tears starting rolling down.

The urge was huge. I wanted to die. I didn't want to live with this burden. "I'm disgusting," I cried more. It wasn't until an hour later that I called Marinette. 

"Marinette," I sobbed into the phone.

"Hello? What's wrong? Where are you? Why do I hear cars?" Her voice was pouring with worry. 

"I'm disgusting, I shouldn't be like this," I cried more. 

"Hey, hey, you're not disgusting. You're perfect the way you are. Why would you think that? Where are you?" She said in a calm voice, it made me want to fall asleep and never wake up. 

"I'm at the park," I sobbed. She said a soft "okay" before she hung up. I curled up into a ball and started to cry.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," she sighed as she hugged me.

"It's not, I should've thought this through," I told her. We stopped in front of her home. 

"Let's go, you can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch," she smiled as she led me towards her room. "I don't have anything for you to change in, but feel free to sleep however you're comfortable," she smiled. 

"I can sleep on the couch, you should sleep on your bed," I told her, feeling bad. She shook her head vigirously. 

"No, you're my guest, besides, the couch is pretty comfy too!" She whispered excitedly. I nodded as I went up the ladder to get onto her bed.

"Thank you," I mumbled to her as she sat on the couch. She nodded her head.

"No problem, you're my friend," she smiled to me. "Tomorrow we can call Luka, okay?" I nodded.

"Thank you, again, goodnight," she didn't respond. I looked down and saw her fast asleep. "Might as well get some sleep while I still can," I mumbled to myself. I shivered as I remembered what my father had said before.

"I never want to see you again."

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Hey!

So far, I've stuck to my promise, and posted every day, so far. I've written almost 1,000 words, so it's good, in my eyes.

I have no idea if I'll post the next couple of days because I got tests, but I'll still and try to write. 

Byebye!

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