Three Simple Words

Chapter 10

The speckles of lights danced around his vision to an unheard melody. Before he could even open his eyes, he could feel the pain surround him, blurring his reality. The cold surface beneath him pushed its way into his spin, the cold hands of death reaching out to claim him.

Slowly he started to fight, every muscle in his body begging him not to. His eyes fluttered open and found the light that had been dancing across his vision. The lamppost shone brightly in the otherwise black night. The light trickle of rain flowed over his face, blending in with his tears.

Once he bearings, he sat up, every muscle, every bone telling him not to. The world wobbled around him and he felt like he was swimming in his head.

A sob shook over his body as he remembered the reason he was here. The pain and fear overwhelmed him as he realized he truly was alone.

Regardless of what he's said or felt before, he still had his father and now that security was gone. All that was left was a broken boy, one that was facing the world alone. One that his father couldn't even look at him because of the disgrace he was. Even though he knew his father wouldn't take the news well, he never imagined... this... would happen.

The rain started to get heavier with his tears, each racking over his body like an earthquake over a small village. He was defenseless, alone, scared. The only sign that his father even cared was the blanket draped over his body. The one his mother had given him when he was a boy.

Now that blanket held memories of the best times but also the worst times. Even now he could see his father's shadow loom in the window, the silhouette dancing against the drapes.

The cowardly figure hiding behind a sheet, too afraid to face his own son and the damage he had done. Even though he didn't know where he was going, he knew he couldn't stay here, waiting for acceptance that he would never get.

With teary eyes and bruises all over his body, Thomas did his best to stand up. The pain was excruciating but it didn't even come close to the pain he was feeling inside.

With nowhere else to turn, he made his way to a small dinner a couple minutes from his house. The lights flickered through the dark sky. The old 60's neon sign made it hard for anyone in that state of New Mexico to miss it.

The doorbell clinked as he pushed the heavy glass door open, his body aching in protest.

"Sit anywhere you like" the waitress called from behind the counter.

The booth's plush seats seemed like heaven after the cement he woke up on.

After Thomas ordered and the pain started to subside, he began to think about where he was going to go. He had no money, no car, no job. Ash was the only person that he could think of that would take him in but his parents had made it very clear their standing of being gay.

He had other friends of course but he wasn't close enough to any of them to ask for this. As for relatives, he came from a very conservative family so as soon as they found out why he no home anymore, they would do the same as his father.

He truly had nowhere to go, no one to turn to.

It was about 2 in the morning and the only sounds were from the waitress behind the counter. Even though most people were asleep, Thomas's thoughts were louder than ever. Before he knew what he was doing, he had his phone in his hand, the numbers filling in the empty space.

"Hello? Thomas?" A groggy voice answered on the other side of the call; the voice thick with sleep.

"Hey Jess" Thomas voice faltered; a tear slipped down his face. With those two words Jess could tell something was up.