Chasing Reality [sequel to Autistic Innocence -J.M]

Chapter 44

Jason's P.O.V

Dinner was quiet later that night.

Usually, it's the complete opposite with every kid saying something that happened in their day and Avalanna's airplane noises with her food as well as some jokes told by Jr no matter what the situation or conversation was about, but right now, no one said a word.

It's been like that ever since we sat down too.

I glance up from my place at the head of the table to up at Ava who was filling one of Melissa's soppy cups with some juice before screwing the cap back on and placing it in front of the little girl who wasted absolutely no time in swooping it off the table and gulping some of it down as if she hasn't drunken anything in weeks.

"Melly, take it easy baby." I tell her gently as I absentmindedly continue to pick at the bandages wrapped around my head- a habit I've noticed I do quite a lot ever since it's been placed there, making me wonder when I'll finally be able to remove it once and for all.

She doesn't say anything, however she does listen and takes two more drinks before placing it back down next to her plate with an over exaggerated sigh of relief.

I shake my head lightly at her antics while looking back down at what's been going on right in front of me- Junior cutting up my steak for me since my hands still weren't in the best conditions according to Avalanna and since she was also still not letting me anywhere near any knives.

When he's done, I thank him quietly and he nods without a word before taking his seat a couple seats away from me next to Xander.

(Not me accidentally calling him Xavier in the last chapter 😭 that's how long and out of it I've been.. sorry guys)

I glance up at my youngest son quickly before looking around the rest of the table- not really knowing what do or say or feel at the moment.

In that quick glance though, all I could see was him staring down at his plate and playing with his food by moving it around with his fork, looking uninterested and lost in thought.

After he had told me what he did, I didn't know what to say. I literally just froze up and sat there with him sobbing in my lap.

We stayed like that for a little while, up until Ava called us down for dinner and I hastily lifted him up, told him to clean his face before coming down to eat, and had left his room without another word.

I didn't know what to say or feel then just like I don't know what to say or feel now.

My son thinks he's gay.

Is he even old enough to know that?

What's the correct age to actually know what your sexuality is?

Is it just a phase?

Why would he even think that?

Is there anything I can do or say to change his mind?

These questions keep eating at me until they're all I can think about. They consume every single thought in my head until I feel as if I'm about to lose it.

Was that why he was getting bullied?

Why couldn't it be anything else?

I don't even realize I'm so out of thought until I hear someone calling my name loudly.

I look up to see my whole family staring at me- well, everyone except Xander.

"W-where's Xander?" I clear my throat and motion to the now empty chair and full plate that seems as if it still hadn't been touched.