Travett

Chapter 2

Dad was supposed to be here for over one hour ago, but something at work came up. It always does. It stressing me out. I had already played thousands of scenarios of how he could react toward the "new" fact. I was just hoping it would go better than when I told him about art school because that went like shit. 

*Knock knock* -Emmett, can you open the door? Dad shouted from outside my apartment.

-Yeah, I am coming dad. 

I walked toward the door and my whole body started to shiver. Drops of sweat were running down my back and I could hear my heart beating faster and faster. I opened the door and saw my dad standing there exhausted. 

-I am so hungry. Is the food ready?

-Yeah, it is on the table.

-Thanks, he said before he rushed toward the table to dig in the food. We did not say much while he ate. He wondered why I was not eating, but I was so nervous that I felt sick. What if he did not accept me? What if..

-Emmett?

-Uhhh, yeah. Sorry, I was just spacing out a little.

-You said that you had something important to tell me yesterday.

-Yeah,  I am. I am. I am, I shuttered not managing to complete the sentence. Tears were streaming down my face and my breath was uneven.

-Come on, Emmett. Don't be a coward. 

-I am gay, dad.

-What did you just Emmet

-I am so sorry. 

-No. You are not gay, Emmett. This is just some fase. 

-Dad. Come on. 

-No, Emmett. Listen to me. You are not gay. 

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I woke up and stared up in the ceiling for some minutes. I was alone. I had nobody. I carefully started to get myself up from the bed. Made a quick breakfast, before I went to brush my teeth. The reflection in the mirror was horrendous. My face was full of bruises and my left eye was swollen. The headache was the worst. I wanted to lay down, but I couldn't I had to get to work. 

When I arrived to the station were the rest of the guys chatting and laughing around the dining table. I tried not to make an entrance, but everybody turned towards me as I walked in. 

-Probie, what the hell has happened to you? asked Vic. 

-I fell down the stairs. Stupid me, I said fighting to keep the tears back. I rushed into the wardrobe. 

-Emmett! shouted Travis and rushed after me.