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Chapter 8

Going to my house or I guess you could now say my old house was kind of weird. My parents were gone the house was trashed but I didn't remember them drinking the night before. It looked like some things were missing but they could have been broke during whatever it is that happened here, not my problem anymore.

"Hey Sky, your dad let me in before they left so I went looking for your room and I couldn't find it." Mr. Croft said laughing.

"It's in the attic." I said smiling at him but something in his eyes said he wasn't happy about that.

"I moved myself up there after Benny left. I like to freedom of the place." I said smiling.

"Okay, well lets go start getting your things." He said following me up to my room.

"I don't have much but I was to tired last night to start packing." I said going over to my dress and started to empty it." I said moving everything to the bed so I could throw it in some trash bags I saw laying on it. I guess my parents went out and bought me the fancy luggage.

"If you want you can take your bed and stuff but you really don't need it. We have a whole room seat up for you. Mrs. Croft has been planning for this for awhile I am afraid to say. I don't even understand a lot of it but I do know I stand behind my wife and agree that you need out of here and with your parents deciding that they were going to just leave you here and run off pisses me off." He said.

"What? My parents left?" I asked.

"They didn't tell you?" He asked shocked.

"No, my dad said that he would be here if I wanted to come home to visit, not that I wanted to or anything but how can they just leave and not tell me? Never mind, I get it." I said shaking my head.

"What do you get?" He asked.

"My parents hated me. I know this they told me when ever they could. My dad was nicer about it at least." I said laughing at the shocked look on his face.

"That's not funny, I don't understand your parents or some of the people in this town." He said looking my injuries over.

"A lot of people don't like gay people. I knew that before I came out but I will not live a lie. I am okay with my parents hating me and even leaving but what pisses me off is they couldn't tell me. I mean they can sit and tell me they hate me and beat the shit out of me but they are to afraid to tell me to get fuck so they move out like thieves or something. That I don't get." I said.

"I don't either and I don't think we ever will. But I promise that you will not go through that at my house. You have always gotten along with our boys and my wife and I love you. You were a big part of our family for a long time and I am glad you are going to be again." He said walking over to me and hugging me. I stiffened but tried to relax I didn't want him to think it was him.

"We better get this done, I need to clean the house and get it ready for I don't even know. Are they selling it?" I asked.

"No the bank is taking it so we are going to clean it out and have a grage sale or something so you can have some money." He said looking sad.

"What losers." I said with a sigh before walking over to my closet.

"I'm sorry buddy." He said.

"It's not your fault. I don't want to sell the stuff. We can go through it and then donate the stuff to a shelter or something. How much does storage units cost?" I asked.

"You don't need a storage unit. I am taking your dads shed in the back yard and we are going to store whatever you want in it." He said.

"I want to keep my bed and stuff and there are a few things in the house I want if they didn't take them but the rest can go where ever it is needed." I said emptying my closet on to the bed.