He Changed Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Three

Travis' Point of View            

          “You didn’t tell her?” Mom shouted at me. Apparently the reason why Michaela was so angry with me was because she didn’t know I was leaving. I thought I told her, I really did. She wanted to go abroad with our parents to study so I don’t understand why she’s so upset with me. Now she’s sitting across from me on the table, boring daggers through my soul with her evil eyes. I had found her in the home theatre, my favorite place in the house where I spend most of my times. I find comfort in watching movies no matter the genre. There are days that the only I leave that room is to eat and use the bathroom. When I asked her why she’s mad at me she just told me to fuck off then went back to have breakfast. That’s when she made a scene, making me look like an ass by going on and on about

            “Why not?” Dad asked.

            I shrugged. “I thought I did”

            “Well you didn’t, cock-ass”

            “Michaela, if I have to say another word to you about your choice of words you’ll regret ever learning to speak,” Dad said rather quietly with his eyes closed. When he took on that tone of voice and that calm look, shit is about to go down. Knowing this, Michaela noticeably sank in her seat. The thing is my parents aren’t very fond of the use of vulgar language and Michaela seem to have developed some kind of swear gene from God knows who. When she swears she put random words together and come up with the strangest combination of insults that I’ve ever heard of. She reminds me of Debra from Dexter.

            “Sorry,” she mumbled, glaring at me.

            “I don’t know why she’s so upset when she’s been begging you both to let her tagalong so she could study abroad”

            “Michaela?” Mom urged. That was the voice that meant she’s waiting for an explanation. It’s funny how parents have their own language that their kids understand. They don’t even have to say much or explain, they just have to change the tone of their voice, give a certain look or change their poster and the kids know what they mean.

            Michaela’s sigh caught my attention. “I don’t know,” she huffed. “He’s moving to a state where he knows no one. What if something happens to him? What if he needs someone to talk to?  At least his friends are still here for that. What if…I don’t know, just what if? It’s not a good idea being where he’s at right now”

            “That’s the whole point,” I said, trying to get her to understand. I didn’t think she’d be worried about me. If anything I thought she would understand why I wanted to do this. “I just want to get away for a bit”

            “Well you’re point is stupid!” She pouted, crossing her hands over her chest like a child. Rolling my eyes, I jammed my fork in the five triangle layers of pancake I cut and stuff it in my mouth.

            “I’ll be fine,” I said, looking at the three of them. I know they’re worried about me but I need to do this for myself. I need to get better and move on.

            “I swear, if you don’t call me, answer my calls, or Skype with me, the next time I see you I’m going to cut your di—”

            “Michaela!” Both parents shouted. What’s with the women in this house being mad at me and threatening to rid me of my manhood? I shuddered and went back to eating. The conversation had switched on the topic of my well being, thankfully, to my moving.