All Our Little Secrets {Completed/Being Edited}

Chapter 5: The Memory

STAN POV:

1 Day Ago

I nervously twitched my fingers and dad Randy sat on the couch holding a beer in his left hand sipping from it ever so often, reading a fishing magazine. Which was kinda weird.

"Dad.." I gulped and hummed clearing my throat.

"Yeah Stan?" Randy muttered annoyed, not looking up from his magazine.

The words blurted out and I couldn't stop them, the words I had been dreading to say slipped past my lips. This time their was no going back.

"Dad, I'm Gay" I kept staring at him.

Randy clenched the magazine in his fist, he cleared his throat "W-what was that S-Stan?" He didn't look at me, but stated straight ahead at the blank black screen of the Tv.

My voice pitch lowered "I said, I'm gay" I stepped back towards the stairs and held onto the railing.

Then all hell broke loose. The beer my dad was holding came flying at my head and splattered against the wall. I ducked. My heart beat fast and I tripped falling down.

"Stan go up to your room!" He yelled, his face red with fury.

"But Dad-" I started.

"GO UP TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM STAN!" Randy huffed blowing the black hair out of his eyes.

"YOU FUCKING FAG!" He called up again, names tumbling down on me like books.

I stumbled up the stairs and tripped dragging myself into my room. The tears streamed down my face and I collapsed in a heap.

Two Hours Later....

I gripped the railing and listened eavesdropping on my Dad's conversation.

But instead all I could hear was crying. I sucked back tears and stared threw the railing of the stairs.

He weeped loudly yelling at the ceiling "WHY? WHY GOD WHY? WHY GIVE ME A FAG? MY ONLY FUCKING SON AND HE IS A FAG!"

1 Day Later...