Post by Christian Hart on Mar 30, 2007 16:21:11 GMT -5
Christian had been sitting on his bed precariously, a jumble of nerves and memories and feelings that prevented him from doing anything productive besides ponder over the events of the day. He'd made out and broke up with Zeke a mere ten minutes, but it was that mere ten minutes that seemed to flip his life upside down. What was he going to do now? His life had been kind of crappy as of late and this turn of events did not help whatsoever.
Neither did what happened next.
The door to his bedroom swung open suddenly to reveal his father, and he could immediately tell something was wrong by the assertive swing of the door and the pissed look on his face. Before he could ask what had happened, Kirkland walked a few feet into the room and pointed his finger angrily at him.
"If you ever bring another boy into this room again, you're gone." he stated bluntly, giving another stern glare and a smirk before turning towards the door, not bothering to close it after himself.
The blood drained from Christian's face and his jaw went slack. His father knew about Zeke, knew about their reunion. And he'd smiled.
Oh shit.
Before he knew what he was doing, Christian rose shakily from his position on his bed and sprinted from his room, following his father down the hallway.
"What did you do to him? What did you do to him?!" he screamed, anxiety causing his voice to crack. Knowing his father, Kirk had done something - what, he didn't want to think about - something to ensure that Zeke would not return, because his father wouldn't have let this go. Not the second time around.
None of his questions seemed to penetrate Kirkland in the least, so in a moment of desperation, he caught up with his dad and grabbed the back of his shirt, still demanding to know what had happened.
"What did you do? Tell me! I swear to God, if you-!"
"Don't you dare take the Lord's name in vain," Kirkland yelled, rounding on his son, "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior anymore! You think it's all fun and games, being a rebellious little shit, but if you don't shape up and focus on the life ahead of you, you'll end up some junkie loose on the streets! Get over this damn phase of yours and-!"
Christian felt a swell of anger rise in his chest and found himself unable to control it anymore. He was so sick of this half-life and didn't care anymore
"It's not a phase! It's not rebellion and it's not drugs! It's not even sex! I'm gay, dad, and barely that, the way you've been treating me!" he screeched. Immediately his throat was beginning to sore and his hands beginning to shake, but having the adrenaline, the anger finally making itself present, felt so good.
... you know what? Erica is literally going to kill me if I don't end this.
Christian stormed out, leaving his former life behind.
Neither did what happened next.
The door to his bedroom swung open suddenly to reveal his father, and he could immediately tell something was wrong by the assertive swing of the door and the pissed look on his face. Before he could ask what had happened, Kirkland walked a few feet into the room and pointed his finger angrily at him.
"If you ever bring another boy into this room again, you're gone." he stated bluntly, giving another stern glare and a smirk before turning towards the door, not bothering to close it after himself.
The blood drained from Christian's face and his jaw went slack. His father knew about Zeke, knew about their reunion. And he'd smiled.
Oh shit.
Before he knew what he was doing, Christian rose shakily from his position on his bed and sprinted from his room, following his father down the hallway.
"What did you do to him? What did you do to him?!" he screamed, anxiety causing his voice to crack. Knowing his father, Kirk had done something - what, he didn't want to think about - something to ensure that Zeke would not return, because his father wouldn't have let this go. Not the second time around.
None of his questions seemed to penetrate Kirkland in the least, so in a moment of desperation, he caught up with his dad and grabbed the back of his shirt, still demanding to know what had happened.
"What did you do? Tell me! I swear to God, if you-!"
"Don't you dare take the Lord's name in vain," Kirkland yelled, rounding on his son, "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior anymore! You think it's all fun and games, being a rebellious little shit, but if you don't shape up and focus on the life ahead of you, you'll end up some junkie loose on the streets! Get over this damn phase of yours and-!"
Christian felt a swell of anger rise in his chest and found himself unable to control it anymore. He was so sick of this half-life and didn't care anymore
"It's not a phase! It's not rebellion and it's not drugs! It's not even sex! I'm gay, dad, and barely that, the way you've been treating me!" he screeched. Immediately his throat was beginning to sore and his hands beginning to shake, but having the adrenaline, the anger finally making itself present, felt so good.
... you know what? Erica is literally going to kill me if I don't end this.
Christian stormed out, leaving his former life behind.
