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Bryce Davidson

James Davidson

"Grandpa!" the words skipped his lips as soon as he got into his dorm, the smile he had a few moments ago just vanished and the boy stared at the old man without blinking. 'what was he doing there?' he asked himself, over and over again but it was as if there was no answer to it. James Davidson rarely made an appearance in the academy, he only came two other times and both were for the times Bryce had failed to get the perfect score. The first time, Bryce was only 16 one night of fun; maybe first out of many and he failed to study his grade went from an A-plus to a B minus and that was when he came, looking at the boy with pure disappointment and said 'I thought you were better than this.' it was hard for Bryce to explain but he hated the way James' talked the way he looked at him at that moment it felt like he wasn't looking at the curly-haired boy as an equal, he was looking down at him.

There were multiple times that he had made racist comments, giving Bryce pure anger, making him fist his hands and let a fake smile on and a nod to him. The second time he showed up in academy it was to give him a very 'friendly' warning that he needed to keep up the grades he had, at that time Bryce was almost 17 just got outed to his father and needed to adjust to the idea of being someone else that he clearly wasn't, just another lie to his list of lies. But this time? Bryce couldn't guess why that man was there, there was no B in his grades, no slipping so that just made him get worried. He got inside and closed the door behind him, thanking the lord that Cal wasn't in the dorm because this whatever it was wasn't going to be good. "Grandpa is everything alright?" he finally asked, feeling his heart beating faster than ever.

James looked straight into his eyes, there was this coldness in the old man's eyes that made Bryce shiver. It felt like he was surrounded by death, James always gave him a feeling that life and happiness were dead. At that moment the two were looking at each other, one cold as ice spreading the feeling of gray in the air, the other one, a little scared but fighting the gray with the last bit of his strength. Bryce wasn't the one to admit that he needed protection but at that moment, he really wanted his boyfriend to be there just to take his hand and calm him down, minutes went by which for him it felt like an eternity "sit!" finally James' voice echoed into the room, without any hesitation Bryce obeyed the single word and sat on the bed not even for a second he dared to look away from the man.

"what's wrong grandpa?" he asked again, his mind was considering the worse things. Mila was first in his mind, as he was close to her and she was always in danger, the idea of something happening to her or anyone else made him stop breathing for a second. The next person that came to his mind, broke his heart, he couldn't even bring himself to ask because he was afraid of the answer what if something happened to his father? Despite everything, his father was his hero and he worshipped the man. "did something happened to anyone?" the raven-haired asked, "look at these." James said placing a few photos in front of the boy, "nothing happened to anyone... But you." with saying that James stood up and approached the window, lighting his cigarette he took a deep inhale from it.

Bryce blinked several times and took his eyes away from the man, instead he looked at the photos in front of him. As soon as he saw the first picture, his heart dropped a beat, feeling sweat running on his forehead "I can explain." he said as he was staring at a picture of himself and Beau in the school, "I like to see you try, but look at the next ones." the old man said, staring at the smoke at left his lips and dance through the air. Bryce took a shaky breath and did as he was told, his grandfather was right he couldn't explain anything even he tried not when he was clearly kissing his boyfriend in the pictures, there was that silent again that neither of them tried to break. Bryce was gathering his courage, he was ready to stand up to the old man in front of him, one word about leaving Beau and he would lose it.

But what James said next was against everything that Bryce had in mind "hide it." he said, as he was looking outside, Bryce frowned, confusion got through him "what?" the young boy asked in need of a clear answer, that was when James put away his cigarette and turned around "keep it the way it is, don't try to bring it out in the open. Your sexuality whatever it is must be hidden just like your love for the party... What? You don't really think I didn't know about that did you." he added the last part as Bryce was looking at him with wide eyes, he could've sworn that he was careful of course that might've worked on his parents but James had his ways, James came closer to his grandson and as he approached him Bryce stood up kind of like he wanted to run away.

"you are the heir to everything I have, hide who you are. Have your second life the way you want but your first life isn't your Bryce, you /will/ have to marry the girl I choose for you and you will pretend to be happy but at the same time kiss whoever you want who cares?" he said, raising his eyebrows. Bryce felt a bit light-headed, the image James put in front of him scared the living out of him, it was like someone in his mind was yelling that he needed to be free "this is /not/ a phase, I have feelings for him I- I love him... I don't want anyone else I want him and I want you to accept that." words were hardly coming out of his mouth, his eyes didn't break the connection they had with James' eyes and soon a tear fell on his cheek making him feel weaker than ever. "I won't accept it, it might not be a phase but it's not normal, and you should be thankful Bryce, thankful that I let you live in your sin. I could've sent you to study in another country, away from him but I didn't I'm letting you have your secret life the least you can do is to respect me." the old man said.

The boy took his eyes away, for a second he tried to think but nothing came to his mind so without saying anything he went to the door and opened it "fine I'll leave, and I'll be waiting for the day that you apologize to me and admit that I'm right, goodbye Bryce do good." saying that he left the room and with every step, he took the sound of his cane on the ground made Bryce feel worse, sitting on his bed he took the picture in his hands again. The hatred he had for his grandfather was taking over his heart, he knew that the old man was capable of anything and the fact that he was that close to them made him shiver once more "rot in hell!" Bryce murmured underneath him breathe and laid on his bed, for the first time in a long time he didn't answer to anyone on his phone trying to think, to think of a way to be free without breaking his father but at the end of every idea, there was a darkness to nothing.