** Warning: Language ** NEW SHORT STORY. Though, its 960 words long! Anthony Poppe gave me the idea. I hope someone actually reads it, despite how long it is. :) Anthony had never been this nervous in his entire life. His heart was beating faster than it had ever done, making him wonder whether it would suddenly explode and kill him on the spot before he got to tell his parents the truth. As he nervously walked over to the sitting room where his mum and dad were watching TV, he tripped over a toy his younger brother had left behind. He fell on the floor, and landed on his knees. But due to what was about to happen very soon, he felt no pain, only butterflies in his stomach. Even falling couldn’t stop him from thinking about all the things that could go wrong if he told his parents the truth. The terrible truth he had been wanting to tell them for years, but had not dared because he’s only sixteen and had nowhere to go. But today was different. He did not know why, but he could feel that this was the day it had to happen. He had to tell them, even if it meant getting disowned or beaten to death. Anthony stood up, picked up his mobile phone that had fallen out of his pocket and landed on the floor, and walked out into the sitting room and sat down next to his mum. His parents stared at him, because it was very unusual for him to sit with them, as he spent most of his days reading books in his bedroom. ’Is something wrong?’, wondered his dad. This was it. The moment he had been imagining in his head over and over again for years. It was finally happening. His throat was dry, and he couldn’t speak properly. ’I-I need to t-tell you some-something’, he stammered. ’Tell us what?’, said his mum in a concerned voice. Anthony burst into tears. His mum hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. ’We love you, Anthony. Go on, tell us, sweetheart.’, she whispered loud enough for Anthony and his dad to hear. ’What your mum said, son.’, said his dad. His dad handed him a tissue, and Anthony wiped away his tears. Everything was going to be alright. He was sure they loved him. If they hadn’t, why would they have hugged him and told him so? His heart was beating slower now than it had done before, and he could speak properly again. ’Mum and dad, I’ve been keeping a secret from you two for a long time. I-I really don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.’ ’Say it, Anthony’, his mum said encouragingly. ’I’m gay.’, he mumbled. Both of them stared at each other. They hadn’t heard a word he had said. ’Sorry, son. Could you repeat that?’ ’I’M GAY!’, he shouted out loud. His mum gasped. ’You are WHAT?’, his dad bellowed. His dad raised his fists and said, ’I WILL NOT LET DIRTY FAGGOTS LIVE IN MY HOUSE. YOU ARE A DISGRACE. YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SON, AND NOR ARE YOU WELCOME INTO THIS HOUSE.’. Anthony was shocked. Just seconds before he had told them, they had told him they loved him. Had this been a lie? Had they not loved him after all? He was devastated, and burst once again into tears. ’I am ashamed. I can not tell my friends and family I have a gay son. They will laugh at me, mock me for eternity, and I will not allow that. I would forever be known as the mother who has failed their duty as a parent. You disgust me.’, his mum said before she, too, burst into tears. As she cried into her husband’s shoulder, Anthony thought she sounded like a dying cow. He did not care that she was hurt. His pulse was rising, and he felt angry. Angry at them for saying these terrible things, and angry at the world for making parents think being gay is wrong and an abomination. ’You will be going to hell. God will punish you, and not let you into the gates that lead you to heaven. You will burn and get whipped by Satan, and we will be watching over you, laughing together with Jesus. I hope you’re happy now. You’ve caused us this much misery. Is this what you wanted all along? To see us suffer, turn God against us? It will not work’, said his father. ’James, he won’t live with us, will he?’, asked his mum. ’I won’t tolerate having a gay son living under our roof, Mary. Don’t worry. Unless he becomes normal and straight like the rest of this damn world, he won’t get to live here until the day I die.’ ’I was born like this. I can’t change who I am.’, said Anthony angrily. ’Then I don’t want you here. Get out. OUT!’, shouted his dad. Anthony stood up and walked away from his now ex-parents. They were worth as much as dust to him, now. He took a bag in the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed all the food he could, and stuffed it inside his bag. His dad had stayed in the sitting room to comfort his wife, but when he had heard the sound of the fridge being opened, he had run all the way to the kitchen to try and stop Anthony from stealing the food. But Anthony was fast and thin, and managed to run past him as the dad tried to grab his arm. Anthony quickly unlocked the front door of the house, grabbed his shoes, and ran outside barefoot. ’I WILL REPORT YOU TO THE POLICE!’, shouted his dad. ’GOOD LUCK, YOU IDIOT! TELL THE ENTIRE WORLD WHAT YOU’VE DONE AND SEE IF THEY STILL LIKE YOU!’, he shouted back as he ran. - Amicus
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 22:01:39 +0000
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