Out on the Table

I just can't believe Aidan did that. Maybe he didn't mean it like that? Maybe he just wasn't thinking? No. No, that's not enough. It doesn't change what he's putting me through. Besides, he probably wasn't thinking because he didn't feel a reason to. Seeing as how we really weren't friends in the first place. Is that my dad yelling? Oh god what is he gonna do to me now? I've been grounded, yelled at, hell even almost taken out of the school. What more can he do to me just because I'm gay. It'd be funny if it weren't so tragic.

"Get down here right now Devon!" There he goes again. My dad never was subtle.

Time to get out of my room, walk down those old wooden stairs, and feel like dying while sitting in my living room. I always hated walking down the stairs. It always meant one of two things. Either I'm in trouble or I get to leave the house. A coin flip every time.

"Yeah dad?" Why am I acting dumb? We all know what's going on here.

"How many times do me and your mother have to tell you this Devon? I mean how much more can we tell you to cut this out."

"Your father's right Devon. We've tried everything but you just don't listen." Maybe try actually loving your son.

"I don't know what you want from me dad. This is who I am. I can't change it just because you're embarrassed by me." Why did I speak up? This has got to be the dumbest decision I've ever made.

"Devon, you know we love you very much but you're far too young for this. Just listen to me for once. I'm your mother. I know what's good for you and this isn't good for you at all."

"What do you know about me? You don't know anything! I don't even like that guy. He's an asshole who I'm never talking to again." Try not to cry Devon. You didn't really mean that. Did I? Will I ever talk to him again?

"Language Devon. Don't speak to your mother like that. I'm glad you agree to not talk to that kid again, but this isn't over. We'll talk about this more tomorrow. Just go back to your room. You're grounded."

"Ok." I do not care how much you ground me dad just let me go back to my room now.

I can't stand arguing with them like this. I always cry and look like a baby. I'm just gonna go up the stairs and sleep. I'll shower tomorrow morning. For now I just need to sleep. Because when I'm asleep I don't have to deal with this. Sleeping lets me just be alone.