Tyrus - the Sequel

5

i hope you prepared yourself......

Pov - Tj

"Tj!" I hear from downstairs. It's my dad. He sounds angry, something bad must've happened. But I didn't do anything. So what is it?

I make my way down the stairs, already trembling. My heart beats louder than imaginable. My dad was not happy, at all.

"Now!" my dad yells, louder. I jog nervously down the stairs. What did I do?

I get into the kitchen. My dad's back is to me. My brother is sitting on a stool, along with my mother, she's crying.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

My dad turns around, holding my phone. My heart stops. I feel like the blood has drained from me. What had he looked at? I knew exactly what he looked at. Cyrus.

"How did you get my phone?" I ask.

"You left it on the counter you idiot," my dad says. I'm dead. "You got a text, from Cyrus," He holds the phone up to my face. There's a heart by his name. He says, No one's home, movie night? I'm so dead.

"What's the heart for, Tj?" I knew I shouldn't have put it there, "Are you a f***ing homo?"

The pitch in his voice is rising. I don't know what to say. I'm trembling so much, I can't move or speak or do anything.

"Answer me Tj!" he yells at me. My mother sobs harder.

I have to, there's no escape. "Yeah," I say quietly.

My father throws his hands up in the air. My mother walks away, sobbing. Michael just sits there, eventually he runs away to comfort my mother. It's just me and my dad now. By now, tears are slipping out of my eyes as well.

"Tj, I always knew you'd be a disappointment. You always talked about that Cyrus kid, turns out he's your boyfriend. I can't believe you Tj! I have a f***ing f*ggot in my household. You know how I feel about this Tj. You little sh*t,"

My tears are coming out like waterfalls now. My dad has never called me a disappointment, never. After these constant yelling periods, he's never said anything like this to me. It doesn't end.

He lifts up his hand with my phone in it. He chucks it against the wall with as much strength as possible. The impact of my phone damages the wall, and shatters my phone in 3 pieces. I breathe heavier and more tears slip out, when will this end?

My dad looks at me, he grabs the collar of my shirt. "Stop crying you little baby,"

That's impossible. A stinging feeling spreads throughout my right cheek, the impact throws my head to the side. He slapped me. My own father slapped me. I try to escape, but his grip is too tight. My cheek throbs. My dad lifts me off the ground, still holding me by my shirt. I struggle to the best of my abilities, but my dad is too big to let me go. This man has enough power to kill me. He brings me close to his face and says, "Get out of my house,"

He throws me on the ground like a rag doll. A sharp pain expands through my shoulder. I cripple in pain.

"I said, get out you f*g!" my dad yells at me as I scramble to my feet. I run what my feet can do for me, holding my aching shoulder. My mother's sobs are echoing throughout the house. As I pass her bedroom, I here, "I won't have my son anymore," I run the rest of the way to the door. I open the door with my good arm and throw myself outside.

I walk out to the driveway. I turn around and look at my house. My dad opens the door, and looks at me. He's waiting for me to leave. So I leave. I try to keep in my sobs, I don't want anyone seeing me like this. Cyrus, I need him. He's the only one I want to see. I immediately make my way to his house. No one is home, so I should be ok.

I'm hurt, physically and mentally, will this pain ever end? 

Pov - Cyrus

It's been about an hour, Tj hasn't answered me. I start to get worried. What if something happened to him? Oh no, I really hope not. Maybe he's trying to surprise me. Maybe he'll just show up to my house with flowers and candy like all the other couples. But I could be wrong. I try not to get my hopes up.

A knocking sound comes from the door. Is it Tj? I spring up from the couch and answer the door. It's Tj!

"Hey, Cyrus," he says. My smile fades away. His cheek is swollen and pink, and his other cheek is cut and bruised. He's holding his left shoulder, he's in pain. His eyes are pink and puffy. He's been crying.

"Tj! Oh my gosh are you ok?" I say to him. I gesture him toward the couch. "What happened?"

Tj sits down, he winces. I sit next to him, holding his good hand in both of mine.

"T, what happened?"

The next second, I saw I sight I never thought I would. A tear slips down his face. I don't think he can explain it to me.

"My dad," he chokes out, "He found out, about us,"

More tears slip out of his eyes. I know exactly what he's talking about.

I run to the kitchen to grab an ice pack and a damp cloth for him and run back to Tj. I give him the ice pack for his shoulder, and I place the damp cloth on his cheek. He pushes my hand away, "It doesn't hurt there," I give him the cloth anyway.

I run my fingers through his fluffy hair, hoping it makes him feel better. Tj rests his head on my chest. His sobs are quiet, but enough to let them out. I continue to play with his hair as he sobs in my chest. He can stay here for as long as he wants, I don't mind. He needs to let it all out.

After a while, I lift his chin up with my finger. "Wanna talk about it?" I ask softly. He nods.

I sit next to him and he plops himself back carefully. I do so as well. He winces in pain as his shoulder touches the couch.

Tj tells me everything. About his dad finding out, his phone, and getting kicked out. I can't imagine what was going through his mind. Gosh, poor Tj.

"He called me a disappointment, do you know what that's like?" he tells me through muffled sobs. "My mother was sobbing in the kitchen knowing that she lost her son to the LGTBQ community, she even said, 'I don't have my son anymore'. I can't get her words out of my head. What am I supposed to do?" He stops talking and keeps crying. I grab his hand and tell him that it's going to be ok.

"My dad called me a disappointment. Out of all the horrible things he's said to me, this was the worst. What am I going to do?" He covers his face with his hand.

I need to get Tj to a hospital. He's holding his shoulder now. His dad must've thrown him hard. I can't imagine what his mental state is going through now. But before his mental state, we have to fix his physical state. He's in pain, and a lot of it. I'll have to tell him.

"Tj, we have to get you to a hospital," I say.

"No, I don't want to," he says.

"You have too babe"

"No" Gosh, he can be stubborn sometimes.

"Please Tj, do it for me," I say pulling his hands from his face. I look deep into his eyes and give him the biggest heart eyes, and the softest smile. It does the trick, he smiles back.

i warned you.  thats it. thats all im gonna say.  feel free to comment and star!  until next friday!