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Rumor has it that my family is full of really devout Christians. Some would even call them Zealots, and to them, I can already confirm this rumor to be a hundred percent true. My family is highly conservative and, as a result, really fuckin’ Christian. As such, they believed three things that contradict my whole life right now: video games are from the devil, gays are abominations and if you’re left handed then you are the spawn of Satan. Now I play tons of video games, most of which can be considered sacreligious, I like pen- I mean men(pushing the rating already with the f-bombs. Whoops!), and I write with my dominant left hand. As such, I hide every single detail of my life from my family if at all possible.
When I came home late from Gizzy’s place after the park, my parents sat in the living room. There was a dense air in the house. Almost dense enough to choke on. I stared at my two parents for a second. When I say parents, I should already say that they are not my real parents. I’m adopted. I was an orphan at an orphanage and they adopted me. I don’t know what they expected from me when they chose me though. They were both really tall people. My mother had long, thin, strawberry blonde hair and always wore dancing dresses with the most popping colors for her make up. My father had black hair that was always always in a crew cut, and if he didn’t already sound military enough, he always wore military grade boots, pants and shirts.
“Son, we gotta talk.” Mom said in a quiet voice. I walked in and sat down on the recliner next to the couch that they sat in. It was red and made of leather. Both the site and the recliner.
“Son, we received word from your cousin. She, uh… She said you got yourself a boyfriend.” Dad said more loud and more serious than my mother. He shot a glare at me.
“What!? Pfft, no. I’m straight!” I said, blushing nervously. The heat rose into my face, and I could feel myself starting to sweat.
“That’s not all we received from her, Jared. We also got these pictures to back it.” Mom said quietly, passing the pictures over to me. I could feel myself starting to choke on the tension. That bitch.
“Son, are you a faggot?” Dad asked, blunt and loudly. His posture was aggressive, and he gave a look to instill fear in me, as if he were indirectly saying,”if you are lying, I WILL gut you…” I took in a big breath and closed my eyes tightly to stop myself from crying. Dammit cous’, I thought. I sniffled and opened my eyes.
“Yes.” I said, curtly. I have to keep my appearances to everyone. A sarcastic and curt midgit that may be possibly maybe a little bit though not completely ditzy. “I like men. I like dick! I got a boyfriend! And I’m really happy with him! We’re getting along fine like a normal STRAIGHT couple! It’s just not straight! It’s homosexual! Happy!?” I stood up and gave an agitated pose, arms crossed and everything.
They gave a shocked gasp, and my father stomped his foot on the ground. He stood and directed me towards my room in the most “ten-HUT!” way possible.
“Take your things, Jared. You are officially discharged from our family.” He said, loudly and somewhat disappointed, too.
“Very well, Sargiant Dick Whistle.” I said, sassing him. I marched upstairs with my bag. As I made my way towards the room that will no longer be mine, I heard him yell from downstairs.
“I’m a brigadier general!” He yelled, defensively.
I grabbed everything I needed. They could pawn everything that wasn’t a necessity. I grabbed a few books for entertainment in case I wasn’t foraging for food in a dumpster or something. I picked up one of the books from my shelf at random. I took a good look at it. One of my favorites as a kid. Of Move And Men. I laughed. The first book they got me. Of course I’m not going to let them have this. My only remaining momento of this damned place.
I trecked into town and took a look into the alleyway I first met Gizzy in. I guess it looked kind of comfortable. I walked into it and got some sleep. The concrete of the alley was cold and rough. It felt uncomfortable, but it was more comfy and sanitary than a dumpster lid. I lay myself to sleep, awaiting the hopefully calm dawn.
The next day, I woke up soaked. I guess I am a heavy sleeper.
“Hey, Jared!” A familiar valley girl voice sings. I turn my head to see Cierra sprinting towards me. “Oh. My. Fucking. God! Are you okay!? Why are you drenched in rain!? Why are you out here so early!?” She skids to a halt in the alley. I stood from my place and yawned.
“I got kicked from my house. Thrown back onto the streets.” I said, sadly. Kind of felt like a cool thing to say though. Back on da skreetz!
“Oh. I’m so sorry to hear about that! You can stay at my place if you need somewhere to crash!” She said, compassionately. The look of concern was obvious in her face.
“No. I don’t want to be any kind of burden.” I sigh. She huffs and stomps her stilettoes, the same ones she wore yesterday.
“It wouldn’t be a burden! Either way, you have to change! You take any clothes?” She asked.
“Well, yeah I did, but-” she interrupted me.
“Then strip!” She yelled as she yanked off my shirt. As she awkwardly changed my clothes for me in the alley, rushing to make sure nobody saw us, Gizzy’s sister came by and stopped at the entrance to the alley, thankfully as I was putting my shirt on. A blue button down cotton shirt with a pocket on the right side over the chest.
“The hell are you two doing?” She asks dully. She was standing there in a kind of sassy posture with her right hand on her hip. She was dressed in a mocha colored sweater and a dark brown mini skirt. She had on shades which made it difficult to read her eyes, and she stood in black boots.
“Oh, hey, uh, I never caught your real name?” I said, kinda embarrassed and confused. Cierra squeeled and ran off. Why the hell does she always do that!? I swear she’s busted my eardrums more than once with that shit.
“Ouch. My ears.” She said in a monotone voice. “I’m Jenna. Why were you stripping for that girl? I thought you were gay. You aren’t cheating on Gizzy, are you?”
“Uh… It’s a long story.” I start.
“Family kicked you out?” She started before I even could explain.
“Yep.”
“Friend saw you?”
“Yep.”
“She was nervous?”
“Kinda.”
“She made you change clothes where you stood?”
“Sums it up, yeah.”
She sighed, putting the tips of her fingers on her right hand to her forehead. The nail polish on her nails was an opal shade that matched her skin tone nearly.
“You could have asked my parents to let you stay there.” She groaned.
“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly do that. I feel like I’m imposing enough as it is.” I chuckled nervously.
“Okay, have it your way. I won’t tell my family unless you really need the help. Okay?” She proposed.
“Deal.”
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Author’s notes: kinda updated this chapter from its original version. It was originally really short compared to the other chapters, in fact just barely scraping 900 words which is weird for me because I’m used to writing 1000+ words, so it kind of caught me a little bit off guard. It was also really sloppily written and MUCH less descriptive than the original cut. So that’s basically the patch notes for this chapter. Kinda fixed some things. Kinda didn’t in some areas. Oh fuckin’ well. See y’all next chap!
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