Took. So. Long. To. Perfect. AND I STILL DON'T LIKE IT. D:
Oh well, hopefully toi do.
Yeah, usual warning; don't read if toi have problems with swears, sex, homosexuality, etc
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Noah’s POV
About an heure ou two later I wake up in Francis’ bed, his strong arms wrapped around me. It feels a little unnatural to me; I’ve never been with anyone like this… I usually refuse to let Nicole Kiss me, let alone lie naked with me in a bed.
I don’t know what to think of all this. Part of me wants to hate it, wants to hate him, but the other part is absolutely mad for him. WHY THE FUCK DO WE HAVE HORMONES!? THEY JUST GET IN THE WAY.
I slip out of his grip and walk out of his room (after putting my clothes back on, obviously). I paced around the house a bit. I needed time to think.
Part of me knew I couldn’t keep it a secret from Nicole, but I needed to. I couldn’t just come out and tell her; “By the way, I’m fucking that blonde kid toi keep seeing me talk to.” No. I needed to be plus discreet then that. I had to tell her… but it would ruin everything. What if my parents found out? They’d murder me!
“What’s up babe…?” I heard Francis’ groggy voice from behind me, and his hands fall on my shoulders.
“N-n-n-nothing.” I replied.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing, what’s bothering you?” Francis turned me to face him; he was shirtless, with only his boxers on the bottom. Dammit. He was sexy as hell.
“I’m just nervous, that’s all.”
“Nervous?” Francis raised an eyebrow. “About Nicole finding out?”
I nodded.
“Would toi relax?” Francis questioned. “No one is going to find out. And if they do, we’ve got each other to turn to.”
I smiled a little half-smile. School was going to be torture tomorrow.
Francis’ POV
I was skipping yet another Gym class. As much as I l’amour keeping up my abs, I’m not cool with the idea of playing football in the field while other guys tackle my pretty body. And the sweat. Ugh.
So, like I usually did during first period, I was with the girls. And obviously we weren’t just skipping class. We were using my favourite method of skipping class. Something I like to call “skip-sex.”
We were at my house, as usual. With my mom working 24/7 and my dad working two jobs, and my two brothers both being goody-two-shoes, I usually had the house to myself during school.
We were all in my bed, Robyn and Jayden talking to themselves until Robyn noticed something, “It smells of boy in here. Not just you… someone else was in here.”
“Well; DUH.” I replied. “Obviously someone was in here, toi expect me to go a night without sleeping with someone?”
“Who was it!?” Jayden asked almost immediately. “Richard? Andrew? Ian? Jake? Charlie? Liam?”
“No, no, no!” I exclaimed. “Besides, I banged Liam last week. Where have toi been?” I shook my head. “Think… different… someone I’ve been yearning for.”
“Veto?” Robyn piped.
“No.” I sighed. “It was Noah.”
Both of the girls’ gasped almost instantly. “Oh my god! toi hooked up with him twice!” Robyn exclaimed.
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“But… why!?” Jayden asked.
“I told toi guys, for a virgin, he was really good the first time.”
Robyn shook her head, “I can’t believe toi had sex with the same person twice.”
“I’ve had sex with toi guys a billion times!” I replied. I looked up at the clock in my room; I really wanted to see him. I should head back to the school soon…
“Yeah, but Noah seems like such a stick in the mud.” Jayden told me.
“He’s actually not that bad… in fact,” I bolted up from the bed, fixing my hair and putting on some clothes. “I’ll prove to toi how much he wants me,”
“How?” Robyn asked.
“Simple.” I answered. “Follow me.”
We walked back to the school right as the cloche, bell rang. I saw Noah walking out of class and I walked straight up to him.
“How do toi feel about skipping study hall?” I asked; quiet enough that not many people would hear, but loud enough for Robyn and Jayden.
Noah’s face flushed a little, toi could tell he still wasn’t used to this. “Okay…” He nodded weakly.
I turned to Robyn and Jayden, their eyes wide with the fact that Noah actually agreed.
Noah and I walked out of the school, “Um? Where are we going?” He asked nervously.
“A little secret place… you’ll see.”
I led him to the local park in town, which led into a little forest area.
“The park is waaay too public.” Noah said. “We’d get found out.”
“I never a dit we were going to the park.”
I dragged him past the trees and bushes, and to a small little meadow area. It was a nice little place that no one knew about, no one besides me that is.
“Francis…” Noah smiled. It was a nice place, and I think he was surprised that I would take him here.
“Wait.” He paused. “You don’t expect me to have sex on the grass, do you?”
I chuckled, “No… unless you’re up for it.”
Noah shot me a glare. “Okay, okay.” I pleaded.
“What are we going to do then?” He questioned.
I lay down on the grass, pulling Noah down with me.
“We can do whatever toi want…” I whispered into his ear before s’embrasser it.
“Well I don’t know!” Noah shrugged.
“Oh come on babe…” I a dit softly. “This is the first time you’ve ever had a relationship with a guy, toi have to be having some questions.”
Noah sat up and sighed, “Okay… maybe I do have some questions…”
“About…?” I replied.
“About everything! About being gay, about you, about…” He paused. “Us.”
I smiled at him, I knew Noah was into the whole “sweet” act, so that’s what I’d play up… it could be the only way to keep our relationship.
“Ask away,” I said.
“What is this?” He asked almost immediately. “What are we?”
I looked up at him, smirking to myself, “Friends with benefits. Basically, sex with no emotional attachment.” My fear was that it would turn into something different though…
Noah nodded and moved onto the suivant question, “Where’d toi learn to sing like that?”
“I taught myself. I had been taking guitare lessons for years and added my voice to that. toi find it sexy, don’t you?”
Noah chuckled and looked down; his face forming into a bit of a blank stare, the look confused me.
“How did you… um… come out…?”
I shrugged, “I think my parents always knew… I don’t know how… they just knew. And then in seventh grade I had my first crush who was also gay, we ended up s’embrasser each other at the end of the an and my parents caught me making out with him.”
“And they were cool with it?”
I gave him a strange look, “They’re my parents. Of course they were. If someone really cares about you; they’ll l’amour toi no matter what.”
Noah looked at me, a little surprised that something like that had just come out of my mouth.
“I don’t get it…” Noah shrugged.
“Don’t get what?”
“How I used to think you’re such an asshole… but now you’re so intimate and real and…”
I leaned closer to him, s’embrasser his lips. “I just want toi to feel comfortable around me… so I have to feel comfortable around you.”
My strategy for getting Noah to stay with me was almost perfect. He was so desperate!
“One last question,” Noah began. “You never sleep with anyone twice… why are toi doing it with me?”
I froze in place; it was a question I had been asking myself for a while now. Yeah, Noah was good, but it was something else. Something else about him that I liked and I just didn’t know. I didn’t understand it, I couldn’t actually like him, could I? No. Impossible.
I shook my head, “I’m performing at “The Wave” again Friday… care to accompany me?”
Noah sighed, “I don’t think so…”
“Come on…” I pouted. “Pleeeeeease…?”
Noah sighed to himself and rolled his eyes “Fine,”
I leaned over to him and kissed him again, “It’ll be an amazing night.”
Noah’s POV
Friday night I managed to convince my parents I was going to do some late night studying for my Chemistry test, which is really what I should have been doing… but nope, I was at a club again, becoming plus and plus attracted to Francis’ chant voice as he sang “Hanging par a Moment” par Lifehouse with a crowd of girls surrounding him.
I don’t know what I feel towards him, at first I thought it was gonna be easy, all I had to do was hookup with him in secret… but within the week we’ve been together he’s made me question everything I felt towards him, he’s been so different, sweet even. I’m starting to worry that I can’t keep this just Friends with benefits, because, I think I might actually like him. Like, LIKE him.
“Excuse me?” I heard a voice say, which cut off my thoughts.
I turned to a boy behind me; he looked around my age, maybe a an younger. He had brown hair and rimmed glasses.
“May I sit here?”
I scanned him; he was pretty cute, in a nerdy sort of way.
“Yeah, go ahead.” I replied. “I’m Noah.”
“Nickolas.” Pleasure to meet you, Noah.”
I ignored him for a while, still so entranced par Francis’ voice and the fact that he still looked so good, even from the faraway place that I sat
Nickolas turned to where Francis was playing, “Is that your boy over there?”
“Sure… I guess toi could say that.”
“What do toi mean…?”
I shrugged, “It’s a complicated relationship.”
“What, toi want to break up with him?”
“NO!” I exclaimed; a little surprised that I raised my voice. “I just… it’s confusing.”
“Try explaining.”
I bit my lip, “I’m in a “friend with benefits” relationship with him, but I’m really bad at it… and I think I may like him as plus than what we are… I just don’t know how to tell him.”
Nickolas looked at me, “Look Noah; just tell him. It’s not that hard. Just approach him and tell him toi want to be plus then what toi are, maybe he’s up for it.”
“He really isn’t the “dating” type.”
“Ahhh…” Nickolas nodded. “So he’s a player?”
I opened my mouth to say that that wasn’t true, but I couldn’t even deny it. I was sexually involved with a manslut.
“If that’s the case, I still feel toi should tell him, just tell him how toi feel. It’s not actually that hard, or… toi can wait it out, see if he feels the same way.”
I smiled, “Thanks for the advice, but… I don’t think it’ll help.”
“That’s okay.” Nickolas shrugged, “I’m just here to help.”
We ended up talking through Francis’ entire set. Nickolas was nice to talk to, and a good way to vent all my emotions.
“Noah…” Nickolas turned to me. “Before I go… I just want to say good luck with him.” He tossed me a small piece of paper, “And if things don’t work out… there’s my number.”
And he left… I sat alone in the barstools, looking at Francis who was giving me a slight smirk through the crowd.
The rest of the night went par in a bit of a blur, Francis and I ended up having a bit of a makeout session in my car after he was done playing. For the record, walking out of the club with him felt great. It was kinda like a “fuck you” to all the bitches who crowded around him, this man was taken.
We left about an heure later, Francis a little drunk and me driving him accueil with him stealing kisses from me every now and then.
I opened the door to my house only minutes later after driving home. The first thing I see is my father staring directly at the door, and my mother placed on a chair suivant to him.
“Studying at the bibliothèque my cul, ass Noah!” My dad shouted.
I jumped back; I was used to him yelling at me, but not in the tone he was using now.
“The bibliothèque closed an heure ago.” My mom interjected. “We were worried sick…”
“So we did some investigating… it wasn’t long until we saw your car at that nightclub for teens. And then we saw something that I can’t even begin to elaborate on…” My dad continued; his voice filled with rage.
My cœur, coeur is pounding at around 60 beats a seconde now, please… no. God no!
“How dare toi indulge in something so disgusting and horrifying!? Have we not taught toi any decency?”
“We were just kissing… dad… nothing happened.” I tried to explain.
“But to Kiss another man!?”
“I like other men…”
“Don’t say things like that in my household.”
At this point my voice was starting to get shaky, and I started to feel genuinely scared.
“So I’m gay! What’s wrong with that?!”
“It’s vulgar and disgusting! You’re a filthy monster.”
My mom spoke with a much quieter and softer voice then my dad, “Your father and I have arranged some guidance sessions to help toi cope with this phase.”
I turned to my mom, “It’s not a phase. I’ve known my whole life.”
“You’re talking nonsense.” My mother replied.
“No!” I shouted. “No, I’m not! I’m attracted to other guys, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“You’re sickening…” My father muttered.
“Excuse me!?”
“This is a choice Noah! And it’s a repulsive choice!”
I gasped a little, “I can’t choose who I feel sexually attracted to, that’s like saying women choose to get knocked up. If I chose to be gay, when the fuck did toi choose to be straight?”
“We’re just doing what’s best for toi dear…” My mom said.
“No!” I hissed. “No, you’re not. toi believe that I’m a sin of a child that shouldn’t exist and the fact that I happen to enjoy s’embrasser another guy is revolting. You’re not doing what’s best for me, if toi were doing what’s best for me, you’d be accepting of this!”
My father came over to me then, he slapped me in the face and I stumbled back when the blow hit. I could taste blood in my mouth.
“Do not. Blame this on us. You’re the one who decided to be this way.”
My dad paused again, turning away from me and then back with a piercing glare.
“I want toi gone from this house. I will not have your filth living in the same house as your mother and I.”
I feel my cœur, coeur burst at the seams, “No! Dad! Please, no…!” I cried.
“You have half an heure to pack your things, and get the hell out of my house.”
He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I fell to the ground, tears swelling in my eyes. I looked up desperately at my mom for some sort of comfort; she had been my saving grace in the past. I knew if I was going to get any comfort, it would be from her rather than my dad. She looked at me, tears in her eyes, “Noah…” she a dit softly. She turned away and left… leaving me alone on the floor in tears.
And to this day; I have never felt plus broken.
Oh well, hopefully toi do.
Yeah, usual warning; don't read if toi have problems with swears, sex, homosexuality, etc
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Noah’s POV
About an heure ou two later I wake up in Francis’ bed, his strong arms wrapped around me. It feels a little unnatural to me; I’ve never been with anyone like this… I usually refuse to let Nicole Kiss me, let alone lie naked with me in a bed.
I don’t know what to think of all this. Part of me wants to hate it, wants to hate him, but the other part is absolutely mad for him. WHY THE FUCK DO WE HAVE HORMONES!? THEY JUST GET IN THE WAY.
I slip out of his grip and walk out of his room (after putting my clothes back on, obviously). I paced around the house a bit. I needed time to think.
Part of me knew I couldn’t keep it a secret from Nicole, but I needed to. I couldn’t just come out and tell her; “By the way, I’m fucking that blonde kid toi keep seeing me talk to.” No. I needed to be plus discreet then that. I had to tell her… but it would ruin everything. What if my parents found out? They’d murder me!
“What’s up babe…?” I heard Francis’ groggy voice from behind me, and his hands fall on my shoulders.
“N-n-n-nothing.” I replied.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing, what’s bothering you?” Francis turned me to face him; he was shirtless, with only his boxers on the bottom. Dammit. He was sexy as hell.
“I’m just nervous, that’s all.”
“Nervous?” Francis raised an eyebrow. “About Nicole finding out?”
I nodded.
“Would toi relax?” Francis questioned. “No one is going to find out. And if they do, we’ve got each other to turn to.”
I smiled a little half-smile. School was going to be torture tomorrow.
Francis’ POV
I was skipping yet another Gym class. As much as I l’amour keeping up my abs, I’m not cool with the idea of playing football in the field while other guys tackle my pretty body. And the sweat. Ugh.
So, like I usually did during first period, I was with the girls. And obviously we weren’t just skipping class. We were using my favourite method of skipping class. Something I like to call “skip-sex.”
We were at my house, as usual. With my mom working 24/7 and my dad working two jobs, and my two brothers both being goody-two-shoes, I usually had the house to myself during school.
We were all in my bed, Robyn and Jayden talking to themselves until Robyn noticed something, “It smells of boy in here. Not just you… someone else was in here.”
“Well; DUH.” I replied. “Obviously someone was in here, toi expect me to go a night without sleeping with someone?”
“Who was it!?” Jayden asked almost immediately. “Richard? Andrew? Ian? Jake? Charlie? Liam?”
“No, no, no!” I exclaimed. “Besides, I banged Liam last week. Where have toi been?” I shook my head. “Think… different… someone I’ve been yearning for.”
“Veto?” Robyn piped.
“No.” I sighed. “It was Noah.”
Both of the girls’ gasped almost instantly. “Oh my god! toi hooked up with him twice!” Robyn exclaimed.
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“But… why!?” Jayden asked.
“I told toi guys, for a virgin, he was really good the first time.”
Robyn shook her head, “I can’t believe toi had sex with the same person twice.”
“I’ve had sex with toi guys a billion times!” I replied. I looked up at the clock in my room; I really wanted to see him. I should head back to the school soon…
“Yeah, but Noah seems like such a stick in the mud.” Jayden told me.
“He’s actually not that bad… in fact,” I bolted up from the bed, fixing my hair and putting on some clothes. “I’ll prove to toi how much he wants me,”
“How?” Robyn asked.
“Simple.” I answered. “Follow me.”
We walked back to the school right as the cloche, bell rang. I saw Noah walking out of class and I walked straight up to him.
“How do toi feel about skipping study hall?” I asked; quiet enough that not many people would hear, but loud enough for Robyn and Jayden.
Noah’s face flushed a little, toi could tell he still wasn’t used to this. “Okay…” He nodded weakly.
I turned to Robyn and Jayden, their eyes wide with the fact that Noah actually agreed.
Noah and I walked out of the school, “Um? Where are we going?” He asked nervously.
“A little secret place… you’ll see.”
I led him to the local park in town, which led into a little forest area.
“The park is waaay too public.” Noah said. “We’d get found out.”
“I never a dit we were going to the park.”
I dragged him past the trees and bushes, and to a small little meadow area. It was a nice little place that no one knew about, no one besides me that is.
“Francis…” Noah smiled. It was a nice place, and I think he was surprised that I would take him here.
“Wait.” He paused. “You don’t expect me to have sex on the grass, do you?”
I chuckled, “No… unless you’re up for it.”
Noah shot me a glare. “Okay, okay.” I pleaded.
“What are we going to do then?” He questioned.
I lay down on the grass, pulling Noah down with me.
“We can do whatever toi want…” I whispered into his ear before s’embrasser it.
“Well I don’t know!” Noah shrugged.
“Oh come on babe…” I a dit softly. “This is the first time you’ve ever had a relationship with a guy, toi have to be having some questions.”
Noah sat up and sighed, “Okay… maybe I do have some questions…”
“About…?” I replied.
“About everything! About being gay, about you, about…” He paused. “Us.”
I smiled at him, I knew Noah was into the whole “sweet” act, so that’s what I’d play up… it could be the only way to keep our relationship.
“Ask away,” I said.
“What is this?” He asked almost immediately. “What are we?”
I looked up at him, smirking to myself, “Friends with benefits. Basically, sex with no emotional attachment.” My fear was that it would turn into something different though…
Noah nodded and moved onto the suivant question, “Where’d toi learn to sing like that?”
“I taught myself. I had been taking guitare lessons for years and added my voice to that. toi find it sexy, don’t you?”
Noah chuckled and looked down; his face forming into a bit of a blank stare, the look confused me.
“How did you… um… come out…?”
I shrugged, “I think my parents always knew… I don’t know how… they just knew. And then in seventh grade I had my first crush who was also gay, we ended up s’embrasser each other at the end of the an and my parents caught me making out with him.”
“And they were cool with it?”
I gave him a strange look, “They’re my parents. Of course they were. If someone really cares about you; they’ll l’amour toi no matter what.”
Noah looked at me, a little surprised that something like that had just come out of my mouth.
“I don’t get it…” Noah shrugged.
“Don’t get what?”
“How I used to think you’re such an asshole… but now you’re so intimate and real and…”
I leaned closer to him, s’embrasser his lips. “I just want toi to feel comfortable around me… so I have to feel comfortable around you.”
My strategy for getting Noah to stay with me was almost perfect. He was so desperate!
“One last question,” Noah began. “You never sleep with anyone twice… why are toi doing it with me?”
I froze in place; it was a question I had been asking myself for a while now. Yeah, Noah was good, but it was something else. Something else about him that I liked and I just didn’t know. I didn’t understand it, I couldn’t actually like him, could I? No. Impossible.
I shook my head, “I’m performing at “The Wave” again Friday… care to accompany me?”
Noah sighed, “I don’t think so…”
“Come on…” I pouted. “Pleeeeeease…?”
Noah sighed to himself and rolled his eyes “Fine,”
I leaned over to him and kissed him again, “It’ll be an amazing night.”
Noah’s POV
Friday night I managed to convince my parents I was going to do some late night studying for my Chemistry test, which is really what I should have been doing… but nope, I was at a club again, becoming plus and plus attracted to Francis’ chant voice as he sang “Hanging par a Moment” par Lifehouse with a crowd of girls surrounding him.
I don’t know what I feel towards him, at first I thought it was gonna be easy, all I had to do was hookup with him in secret… but within the week we’ve been together he’s made me question everything I felt towards him, he’s been so different, sweet even. I’m starting to worry that I can’t keep this just Friends with benefits, because, I think I might actually like him. Like, LIKE him.
“Excuse me?” I heard a voice say, which cut off my thoughts.
I turned to a boy behind me; he looked around my age, maybe a an younger. He had brown hair and rimmed glasses.
“May I sit here?”
I scanned him; he was pretty cute, in a nerdy sort of way.
“Yeah, go ahead.” I replied. “I’m Noah.”
“Nickolas.” Pleasure to meet you, Noah.”
I ignored him for a while, still so entranced par Francis’ voice and the fact that he still looked so good, even from the faraway place that I sat
Nickolas turned to where Francis was playing, “Is that your boy over there?”
“Sure… I guess toi could say that.”
“What do toi mean…?”
I shrugged, “It’s a complicated relationship.”
“What, toi want to break up with him?”
“NO!” I exclaimed; a little surprised that I raised my voice. “I just… it’s confusing.”
“Try explaining.”
I bit my lip, “I’m in a “friend with benefits” relationship with him, but I’m really bad at it… and I think I may like him as plus than what we are… I just don’t know how to tell him.”
Nickolas looked at me, “Look Noah; just tell him. It’s not that hard. Just approach him and tell him toi want to be plus then what toi are, maybe he’s up for it.”
“He really isn’t the “dating” type.”
“Ahhh…” Nickolas nodded. “So he’s a player?”
I opened my mouth to say that that wasn’t true, but I couldn’t even deny it. I was sexually involved with a manslut.
“If that’s the case, I still feel toi should tell him, just tell him how toi feel. It’s not actually that hard, or… toi can wait it out, see if he feels the same way.”
I smiled, “Thanks for the advice, but… I don’t think it’ll help.”
“That’s okay.” Nickolas shrugged, “I’m just here to help.”
We ended up talking through Francis’ entire set. Nickolas was nice to talk to, and a good way to vent all my emotions.
“Noah…” Nickolas turned to me. “Before I go… I just want to say good luck with him.” He tossed me a small piece of paper, “And if things don’t work out… there’s my number.”
And he left… I sat alone in the barstools, looking at Francis who was giving me a slight smirk through the crowd.
The rest of the night went par in a bit of a blur, Francis and I ended up having a bit of a makeout session in my car after he was done playing. For the record, walking out of the club with him felt great. It was kinda like a “fuck you” to all the bitches who crowded around him, this man was taken.
We left about an heure later, Francis a little drunk and me driving him accueil with him stealing kisses from me every now and then.
I opened the door to my house only minutes later after driving home. The first thing I see is my father staring directly at the door, and my mother placed on a chair suivant to him.
“Studying at the bibliothèque my cul, ass Noah!” My dad shouted.
I jumped back; I was used to him yelling at me, but not in the tone he was using now.
“The bibliothèque closed an heure ago.” My mom interjected. “We were worried sick…”
“So we did some investigating… it wasn’t long until we saw your car at that nightclub for teens. And then we saw something that I can’t even begin to elaborate on…” My dad continued; his voice filled with rage.
My cœur, coeur is pounding at around 60 beats a seconde now, please… no. God no!
“How dare toi indulge in something so disgusting and horrifying!? Have we not taught toi any decency?”
“We were just kissing… dad… nothing happened.” I tried to explain.
“But to Kiss another man!?”
“I like other men…”
“Don’t say things like that in my household.”
At this point my voice was starting to get shaky, and I started to feel genuinely scared.
“So I’m gay! What’s wrong with that?!”
“It’s vulgar and disgusting! You’re a filthy monster.”
My mom spoke with a much quieter and softer voice then my dad, “Your father and I have arranged some guidance sessions to help toi cope with this phase.”
I turned to my mom, “It’s not a phase. I’ve known my whole life.”
“You’re talking nonsense.” My mother replied.
“No!” I shouted. “No, I’m not! I’m attracted to other guys, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“You’re sickening…” My father muttered.
“Excuse me!?”
“This is a choice Noah! And it’s a repulsive choice!”
I gasped a little, “I can’t choose who I feel sexually attracted to, that’s like saying women choose to get knocked up. If I chose to be gay, when the fuck did toi choose to be straight?”
“We’re just doing what’s best for toi dear…” My mom said.
“No!” I hissed. “No, you’re not. toi believe that I’m a sin of a child that shouldn’t exist and the fact that I happen to enjoy s’embrasser another guy is revolting. You’re not doing what’s best for me, if toi were doing what’s best for me, you’d be accepting of this!”
My father came over to me then, he slapped me in the face and I stumbled back when the blow hit. I could taste blood in my mouth.
“Do not. Blame this on us. You’re the one who decided to be this way.”
My dad paused again, turning away from me and then back with a piercing glare.
“I want toi gone from this house. I will not have your filth living in the same house as your mother and I.”
I feel my cœur, coeur burst at the seams, “No! Dad! Please, no…!” I cried.
“You have half an heure to pack your things, and get the hell out of my house.”
He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I fell to the ground, tears swelling in my eyes. I looked up desperately at my mom for some sort of comfort; she had been my saving grace in the past. I knew if I was going to get any comfort, it would be from her rather than my dad. She looked at me, tears in her eyes, “Noah…” she a dit softly. She turned away and left… leaving me alone on the floor in tears.
And to this day; I have never felt plus broken.
