Join Date: February 22, 2006
Re: Another gay story!
â€œWhere were you?â€
Joan Cameron was sitting on the swing on Coreyâ€™s front porch. Her red hair was tied up in a knot, like usual, but a few strands hung loosely, giving an image of anxiety and anger.
Corey gave a small glare to his mother and proceeded to the front door, ignoring her and avoiding eye contact. She stood up and approached him sternly from the right of the porch.
â€œWhy did you leave school this morning?â€ Corey kept his eyes ahead on the door and pushed it open, only to find his dad sitting on the recliner in the living room. Only he wasnâ€™t relaxing- he was sitting up as tensely as possible.
â€œSit,â€ he ordered curtly, gesturing to the sofa. Throwing his schoolbag on the floor right next to the coffee table, doing so because he knew it would annoy his parents, he crossed the room to the sofa and sunk down, utterly pissed off at this whole situation- his idiotic decision to run away from school that morning and the consequences sure to follow, both at school and at home, the bullying he was going to endure tomorrow, and how his parents were going to blame his sexuality on all this.
His father began, â€œWhy did you run out of class?â€
â€œWhat did the school tell you?â€ Corey countered.
His father blinked. â€œThey told your mother and I that you were passing notes, and you were caught. A few people laughed and you got upset and decided to simply walk out,â€ he explained. Corey glanced at his mom, who was standing in front of the door, eyes closed, rubbing her temples.
â€œCorey,â€ his dad started again, â€œto misbehave in school, to not take the consequences for your actionsâ€¦ this wasnâ€™t how we raised you.â€
Coreyâ€™s blood boiled. â€œSo, what youâ€™re saying is you messed up raising me, somehow, and now Iâ€™m gay?â€
His father opened his mouth like he wanted to snap back, but no words came out. He shut his mouth and sat back in the recliner.
I knew it, you son of a bitch, you resent me, donâ€™t you? Corey seethed.
Joan stepped in. â€œCorey,â€ she said desperately, â€œnone of this wouldâ€™ve happened if you didnâ€™t choose to make such a show of yourself last year!â€
He couldnâ€™t believe her. The year before, he came out to an ex-friend at the Christmas Ball. Sara, the girl in question, told a few of her friends in excitementâ€¦ they told, it spread, people overheard others talking about him. Now he couldnâ€™t even show his face in the locker room at gym, make a single friend who wasnâ€™t a girl, get the words â€œhomoâ€, â€œfagâ€, â€œfairyâ€, â€œqueerâ€, to stop ringing through his mind.
â€œSo if I hadnâ€™t come out, everything would be peachy? Even if I was dying inside, I would be out of trouble?â€
â€œYouâ€™re grounded for a month,â€ his dad spat. â€œAnd you missed dinner. Thereâ€™s a plate in the fridge.â€
Corey shook his head, his eyes boiling with tears. â€œIâ€™ve lost my appetite from this conversation.â€ He ran upstairs, slamming his door shut. He flung himself face first onto his bed and cried himself to sleep.