When It's Just Us ~TofuuDiger1~

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~Poke~

My father sat on the edge of my bed and I just hovered around standing, until he told me to sit as well. I sat next to him and pulled my knees to my chest. 

"Zach..I love you, I really, really do. But you see..growing up my father always told me homosexuals where monsters.. againced the Bible and all that?" He never looked at me. Not once as he spoke that sentence. "Grandpa was..homophobic too?" I asked. I hated that thought. He had always cared for me.. would he hate me if I told him, and if he was still with us today? Would he try and understand like Dad was.? Or would he..would he turn me away?

I dismissed the thought.

"Yes. So you see, it's going to be really hard to accept you. I mean..I love you and all.  Because you're my son..." Now he turned to look me in the eyes. But I couldn't hold his gaze. His eyes swelled with tears and I couldn't do it. I looked away and shut my eyes tight. "Please...don't cry, dad.." I herad him sniffle and whipe at his eyes. "Sorry. But uh.. Once I have to leave, I will be moving farther than I originaly thought. And I..I would love for you to come visit sometime." 

My eyes shot open and I threw myself at my dad. "Of course!" I yelled, louder then I meant to. "Of course I will." I lowered my voice. We held each other in a hug for a long moment. 

"Zach.. Call Joe, would you? I would like to talk with him.." "Ye-Yeah.." I whipped my eyes, which had filled slightly with tears as well. I pulled out my phone and pressed Joe's contact picture.

A picture from when Joe and I sat on the monkey bars the first trip to the park.

~Tofuu~

I sat at my computer listening to someomes Plug.Dj playlist and doing my homewrok. I honestly forgot about school, but my mother reminded me about it. One my phone rang, and I saw the smiling face of Zach pop up for the caller ID, I dropped my pencil. 

"Zach?" "Hey Joe. Would you um..mind coming over? My dad he wants to..talk to you." 

What..? I had to talk to, and face the man who wanted nothing to do with me?

"Yeah..I'll come over. On my way now." "Okay." I ended the call and stood up, changing my stripped pajama pants to the jeans I wore yesturday. 

A few minutes later, I knocked on Zach's home door. He swung it open and hugged me. "Z-Zach? You okay?" He sniffed, and released me. "Yeah, come on. He's in my room." We walked down the hall and as I got closer and closer to his room, memories and thoughts fludded my mind. I thought I was going to be sick..

I saw flashbacks to when Zach was hurting himself, I saw the memories of when we first did it in his room. When I first said the words 'I love you' and truely meant it. 

Then I thought of what awaited me in his room. Was his dad going to yell? Shout? Hit him? Curse him? Decide he was taking Zach with him; where ever it was he was going?

All these thoughts hit me in such a little time I thought I would topple over and die. My head pounded. I guess Zach sensed a change in me, because he rubbed my arm from behind me and reassured it was okay.

Then I stepped into his room.

~Poke~

Joe had seemed a bit mixed up sense he answered my call. But now, as we walked through my house, I could tell he was getting worse. His steps where off, and he wobbled like a new born deer. Afraid he would fall, I reached out from behind him and gently rubbed his arm. "Hey." I said; "It's okay, don't get so wound up. Shh, it's okay.."

He pushed open the door to my room. He took a deep breath and said;

"Hello, sir."