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And yet the very person who told me to love whoever I wanted, whoever treated me right, whoever I felt would be my soul mate, was now denying me of this. I remember as a little kid. She would set me up on her lap, and hold me close, and when I asked, "Do you still love Daddy?" she wouldn't answer the question. Instead she would talk about how all people should love who they want no matter what. Her tears would hit my shoulder. Her tears showed strength.
Now as I hold hands with the man I love, and walk into the house, knowing very well how my father will react, I step into the house bravely. I sweating and trembling. I stepped out in front of my loved one. I was as ready as I was going to get.
My Dad came out, and he was the first to see us. At first he didn't seem to mind, but when he saw us holding hands, he suddenly had the realization of what was going on. He suddenly looked furious. He called for my mother, yelling at the top of his lungs. Then he turned to me, and snapped, looking at the man I love in a disgusted way, "Who the hell is THIS?"
Mom walked into the room timidly. Looking from us, to her husband. Her eyes jumpy, her motions timid. I said softly to my parents, "This is my boyfriend. . ." I felt all eyes burning through my skull.
Dad looked like he was about to explode. I noticed his hands shaking violently. The way he looked at me, it was almost like I wasn't even related to him. As if I wasn't even his son anymore. My mom though, surprised me. She did nothing of this. Her eyes were wide, even though I knew she had figured it out already. Why was she acting like this? What about those nights she would sit with me, and tell me I can love anyone I wanted to?
"You fucking-" And he swung his fist at me. I knew he would, and he punched me right to the jaw. The man I loved tried to stop my Dad, so immediately I stood between them. If he hurt him- If he hurt him . . .
Dad beat me to the floor. He punched me time and time again. My boyfriend struggled to get him off of me, and when he finally did, my Dad just pushed him out of the way, standing up to observe me. He spat near me. I knew nothing would be right between us from then on. It's not like we ever got along anyways.
My mom just watched, and when I sat up I yelled at her, "What's your problem!? Aren't you the one who was beat by that man!? Weren't you of all people who told me that it was alright to love anyone I wanted when I was a kid? How can you just sit there and watch me?" For the first time in years, I saw her tears of strength flow along her cheeks. Her lips quivered, her eyes locked onto mine, something she has never done since I was young.
"You're right . . But the world and the people you love now won't accept that. Your father won't. . . " She walked off. I knew exactly what she was doing. She was going to check on the man who had come home drunk years ago, and he would beat her. The man who wasted us away with doing drugs. Was that really okay? Was that really better, to beat your wife and waste your money? Is it really worse to just love one of the same gender? How and why?
The man I loved, the person I had thought was good enough to keep in my life, and sacrifice my family for, crouched beside me. He smiled, looking me in the eyes, his hand held out. "Let's get out of here." I know now, that he was good enough. Even if we didn't last or something happened, at least I can have the memories of the great days within me. That was more than any girl had given to me personally.
I held his hand, walking out of the driveway of my house. Suddenly, everything seems bright when you are safe with the one you love. And we knew this was dangerous, but we were venturing to a new territory, and creating our new path along the way. I loved him. So what? Whoever said you couldn't love someone of the same gender anyways? I can prove.
Because now that the murky waters were cleared, I could see everything perfectly. We loved each other. That was all that mattered right?
I have no idea where this came from. But pretty much, it's about a teenage boy coming out to his parents. With his boyfriend right by his side. His dad never really accepted him and liked him very much, which is why he reacted the way he had. His mother was hurt by his father, and so would tell her son when he was young to choose well, for the one he loved. She would tell him to love anyone with good qualities and who was good to him. So that's what he did. Except so many years later, she isn't the same person.I thought it would be an interesting concept. I don't know, I was getting ready for school, and suddenly I just got this awestruck moment where I had to write about it.
This was a short story, I haven't made one of these in years, made by me. I hope you liked it. This is partially inspired by the movie "The Perks To Being a Wallflower" (which, if you haven't seen it, you should defintely watch) and from what people and friends tell me from their own experience. Of course, I have my own experience. My parents would never react like this, but I know they are a little uncomfortable, but accepting of it.
Hope you liked it! © 2013 - 2024 LaCiCi
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Awww, that's so meaningful.