Blood and Tears (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twelve

When Ashley dropped my off in front of my house, I waved as his car drove away and stood, staring at my house awkwardly. I could see lights on in the house so I knew he was home. I couldn't decide if I was disappointed or relieved when I didn't see any police cars. Less drama for me to deal with but...

I sucked in a deep breath and headed to the front door. I wasn't planning on staying long, ten minutes at the most. I was done living with that bastard so I was going to get my things together and leave. I didn't know where I was going to go, but I would figure it out.

As I walked up the drive, it felt like my world was ripping in half. I had my whole life in that little tiny room. How was I supposed to choose what was important enough to take with me? I shoved the thoughts to the back of my mind. My hand shook as I reached for the knob. I had a strange feeling that something big was about to go down. I was scared.

It was calm when the door swung open, no movement anywhere. I uneasily took a step into the house and peered around the room. Everything looked the same as I had last seen it. Was he really home? I walked slowly through the house, the silence more unsettling than if he was waiting for me. I headed to the stairs, taking them two at a time. 

As I passed my dad's room, I looked in. The door was open and the light was shut off. This was only getting weirder.

I continued to my room and opened the door. I relaxed a little as I stepped into my room. Maybe I would get out of this unharmed yet.  I shut the door and leaned my forehead against the wood as I flicked on my light. I turned the lock on my door.

"Glad you decided to show up," a voice sounded from behind me. I practically jumped a mile and spun around midair. My feet tangled up and I landed on my face, 'cause, uh, you know... My awesome ninja skills!

I looked up from the floor and saw my dad sitting on my bed. "Dad, what, uh, what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, trying to untangle myself. I could feel his glare on me without even having to look up.

"This is my house, Seth. Where were you? Were you with that fag again? I told you to stay away from him," he said, still calm. I could tell he wasn't budging any time soon.

"No, Dad, you told me that if you saw him around here again, you were going to kill him," I quipped, finally getting to my feet.

"Shut the hell up! I'm sick of you backtalking me all the time. When I was a kid, we had to listened to our fathers and respected them otherwise they would beat the shit out of us."

"Sorry, but you beat the shit out of me whether I'm 'backtalking' or not." I had the little ghetto-head thing going and to complete the look, I placed one hand on my hip.

My father stood quickly and raised a hand as if to backslap me, but he didn't. Which surprised me.

"I'm not discussing this anymore, and I'm not going to ask you where you were. But I will say this, if you ever pull anything like that again, you'll be wishing you were dead." He started to leave the room. Damn. This was the first time he'd ever made a direct threat like that.

"And don't even think about running away," he said without turning around. "I put a lock on your door and will be locking it every night." My eyes flicked to the window. "It's barred." How did he do that? Shit! It was barred.

"You can't do this to me!" I screeched, stomping to the window. That bastard...

"I can and I did." He chuckled and then shut the door behind him. Wait! I ran to the door and I heard the sound of a click. I jiggled the knob and tried to pull the door open. It wouldn't budge. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't do anything right now. I would just have to keep this to myself until I figured out what to do. So much for escaping...