Fic: Liberty - Chapter 12
Liberty
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
Chapter 1
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Dave was in a good mood about two weeks later. It was an Indian summer day, so it was very warm, and it was a Friday, so Colton was getting in early. He had stayed on campus the previous weekend because of a big test and paper due on Monday. So yeah, Dave was going through withdrawal.
He refused to let himself get anyone at lunch down, so all week he was talking a bit more and by Thursday he had been starting a few of his own conversations. Today, he was smiling when Kurt came up to him.
“You look happy today,” said Kurt, sitting down next to him. “How’s everything going with Mr. Columbus?”
Dave frowned in confusion until he remembered that Kurt was talking about Colton. Chuckling he nodded. “It’s going great. Last weekend he couldn’t come home so he’s getting here early today. Everything’s going great for once.” Suddenly finding himself thinking about saying hi to Colton, Dave stared at his lunch, his smile turning into a goofy grin.
“Well, I’m really glad you found Mr. Columbus, Dave,” said Kurt, nudging the bigger boy’s side with an elbow. “It’s helping you a lot more. I think this is the closest anyone’s ever seen to the real you.”
“Colton,” said Dave.
“What?”
“His name’s Colton.”
Kurt grinned. “Is he hot?”
Dave laughed. “God yeah!” He leaned closer, “He likes to wear really short shorts and tight shirts when it’s just the two of us. Or if it’s particularly hot and we’re working on the bike.”
Kurt’s eyebrow went up. “Hmm, sounds… tasty.”
“You have no idea,” mumbled Dave.
Kurt nearly choked on his sip of water, but recovered quickly. He was about to question further when Puck arrived and sat down, staring at Kurt.
“Kurt,” he said, not even glancing at Dave. “You know that thing we have after school today?”
Dave watched Kurt’s confusion slowly disappear and a blush start to creep up the back of his neck. “Um, yeah,” he mumbled, glancing at Dave, “What about it?”
“Mind if we move it to 6:30?”
“That should work,” said Kurt, his body visibly relaxing.
Dave looked to Puck, wondering what was going on. Puck finally looked to him then, grinning. During that thirty-second long stare, Dave learned one important thing about Kurt and Puck. They were mackin’ it after school. And with the slight nod, Dave smirked when he realized that Puck was going to come clean at 6:30.
By the time they broke eye contact, Mercedes had sat down with Tina and the others soon followed. Dave participated in the conversations, but the entire time his mind was somewhere else.
Puck was going to tell Kurt the truth. Maybe it was time Dave did some truth telling of his own. By the time he was finished eating he was happy, but nervous. Puck was going to ask Kurt out (officially or not he didn’t know, or care), but Dave was going to… talk to his parents.
He eventually said goodbye and got up, pulling out his phone.
“Hey, TB,” answered Colton, “I’m packing up to head out soon. What’s up?”
Dave took a deep breath. “Can I stay for dinner tonight?”
“Sure, why?”
“I… I wanted to talk to your parents about something. And you. I’ll fill you in after school. I just wanted to make sure you guys didn’t have any big plans.”
“Just seein’ you baby. So I’ll see you this afternoon?”
“This afternoon.”
The bell was ringing as Dave hung up, but he really didn’t remember most of his day. Really, the next thing he remembered was making out with Colton on the couch. By that point, he had let himself forget everything else but the feel of Colton’s lips and body.
It wasn’t until Colton’s mom came home, forcing them to separate, that Dave remembered why he wanted to stay a bit longer.
Colton seemed to notice his sudden lack of enthusiasm and sat up straight, facing Dave on the couch. “What did you want to talk about tonight?”
Dave looked at Colton, trying to smile, but failing. He looked back at his hands, clutching each other in his lap. “I want to come out to my parents.”
“Really? When?” asked Colton, trying to contain his excitement.
“Tonight.”
The smile disappeared from the blonde’s face. “Oh. So why are you staying for dinner?”
Realizing that Colton had expected him to spend the night, Dave explained quickly. “I wanted to ask your parents for advice and I wanted you to come with me later.”
This was a big deal to Dave, and Colton knew it. So he quickly pushed aside his disappointment and grinned. “That’s a really good plan, Dave. Better then I ever did.”
“What did you do?”
“I was just stupid. I decided to make out with a boyfriend in the living room. Parents walked in on us. Needless to say we didn’t last long. Dad kind of blew up. If I had been in college and able to get away from him we probably still wouldn’t be talking. But I was in high school.
Sometimes he had to drive me around. Basically, being forced to spend time together, he was able to see that I was still me, and we are now just as close as before.”
“So that one weekend?” Dave asked, curious how Colton didn’t mind being caught with his tongue down another guy’s throat.
He shrugged. “He doesn’t really like it, true. But they both see it as, while we’re making out on the couch, fully clothed, then we’re not up in my room, naked.”
“But they purposely left the house that night. Practically giving us permission to…” he waved between them, shrugging.
“I’m in college now, they trust me a bit more. They told me earlier that day too that they trust you.” Colton took Dave’s face in his hands, looking in his eyes. “We’re adults in their eyes and we can make our own decisions.”
Dave grinned when the older boy kissed the tip of his nose. “But your dad left you condoms.”
“Just his way of saying that he cares about me and wants me to be safe. Don’t worry, Dave, I’m sure they’ll give you great advice.”
~*~
“That’s all I can tell you,” Mrs. Terrance was saying. “Just say the words and get it out there, like a band-aid.”
“That’s it?” asked Colton. “That’s the best advice you have?”
“Honey, we’re not experts and we don’t know David’s parents. There’s no way to know how they’ll react.”
Dave nodded. “That’s fair enough. Is there anything that maybe I shouldn’t do?”
“Well, do try to stay calm,” said Mr. Terrance. “If either one of your parents seems upset about it, yelling won’t help.”
“Or throwing things at them,” Colton mumbled.
Dave glanced at him in surprise.
“It was just the remote,” Colton defended.
“Which thankfully missed your father’s head,” pointed out Mrs. Terrance, “But cracked the glass on my favorite father/son picnic photo I had on the wall.”
Dave nodded slowly, still a little shocked that Colton would ever get mad enough to throw anything heavier than a pillow. “So I go in, tell the truth, stay calm, and hope for the best?”
All three nodded and Colton took his hand, squeezing. “I’ll be there for you, babe. There’s no need to worry.”
Dave nodded and grinned, finishing off the delicious meal Mrs. Terrance had made.
~*~
An hour later, Dave stood on his front door step grasping at Colton’s hand like it was a lifeline. He took a deep breath, reached for the doorknob, then stopped. Closing his eyes he resisted the urge to hit the wall.
“Take your time, babe,” whispered Colton. “There’s nothing that says you have to do this tonight, but if you do, then I’ll be right here with you.”
Dave nodded, squeezing his hand. They stood there for a good fifteen minutes before Dave finally managed to open up the front door. As soon as it was closed behind him he let go of the other boy’s hand, missing it immediately, but knowing he’d have to wait until the truth was out.
“Mom, Dad,” he called, figuring they were in the kitchen or office. “Can you guys come to the living room? I need to talk to you about something important.”
He didn’t hear any reply, but he figured they’d show up eventually, so he walked into the living room. It was only a minute before his mother walked in, drying her hands on her jeans.
“Hello, sweetie,” she said, smiling. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I wanted Dad to be here so I only have to say it once,” mumbled Dave.
His mother nodded and went to sit in a chair, but as soon as she saw Colton she stood up, trying to fix her hair. “David, why haven’t you introduced me to your guest?”
Dave glanced at Colton, eyes wide. When Colton just shrugged Dave figured he could tell the rest later. “This is Colton,” he eventually said, stepping out of the way so the blonde could shake his mother’s hand. “He’s helping me with the bike I bought earlier this summer.”
“Oh that’s right, I remember hearing his name a couple times. I hope everything’s going well.”
Colton nodded, smiling. “I think it is.”
“I’d hope so,” came a deep voice, “You’ve been working on it for about four months now.”
The three people turned to the speaker.
“Dad, he’s going to OSU,” Dave explained, “We’ve only been working on it during the weekends as much as possible.”
“And there are a few parts that aren’t at the yard that we’ve had to order,” added Colton.
Dave’s dad raised an eyebrow, nodding. “Okay then.” He walked in and guided his wife to sit on the couch before joining her. “Why don’t you boys take a seat and Dave can tell us what he wanted to talk about?”
Dave glanced at Colton and shook his head. “That’s okay Dad, I feel like I’ve been sitting all day.”
His father just shrugged and relaxed back, waiting.
Taking a deep breath, Dave opened his mouth to speak. “Mom, Dad, I…” He faltered. He stood in silence, trying to gather the courage to say those much-needed words. All it took was one glance at Colton, standing there and silently sending him support, to spur him on.
Turning back, he took a deep breath and said it. “I’m gay.”
Dave never understood the term ‘deafening silence’ until now. His ears almost hurt with the lack of sound. He wished someone would say something. He’d even welcome a cough or sneeze, hell if he could hear a wind outside he might be able to relax. But no, there was nothing.
His next breath was shaky, and he felt the touch of Colton sliding their hands together. That action seemed to bring his father out of his haze of… whatever, surprise, anger, disappointment?
“And he is…?” Paul left it open, staring - thankfully not glaring - at Colton.
“My boyfriend,” whispered Dave, squeezing the supporting hand when he heard his mother’s whimper.
“So he’s the one that made you…?” Paul waved vaguely to Dave. He still didn’t sound angry, but Dave didn’t like where this was going.
“I realized more than a year ago that I might be gay,” said Dave, voice low and dangerous, “I only just admitted it to myself this past summer.”
His father stared at the two boys, going between their faces and hands. Finally he stood. “I think you should go, Colton. I’d rather have this remain a family conversation.”
Colton nodded and turned to leave but stopped when Dave wouldn’t let go of his hand.
“I want him here for this, Dad,” said Dave, his voice rising despite Mr. Terrance’s advice, “You can’t kick him out.”
“Dave,” whispered Colton, getting the younger boy’s attention. When Dave turned to him, Colton gave him a hopeful smile. “It’s okay. They don’t know me, and this is private for them. I’m going to go home, but I’ll have my cell in my hand the entire time. Just call me when you’re all done here, okay? Let me know how things go.”
Dave nodded and wished that he could have even a kiss on the cheek, but knew that would be a bad idea right now. So instead he gave
Colton’s hand a squeeze just before letting go.
It wasn’t until after the front door had closed that Dave turned back to his parents. His father stood staring, giving his disappointed glare, while his mother still sat, a few tears leaking from her eyes.
“You said you figured this out last year?” his father finally asked.
“Yes,” said Dave.
“So what was the deal with Kurt Hummel?”
Dave sighed. “I liked him. I hated that about myself so I lashed out at him. He and I have long since come to understand each other better.”
“Why tell us now?”
“Because I have Colton to support me and I have a few friends at school as well. And because I was ready.”
His father nodded, looking to his mother. “I think we need to talk about this between us, Dave. Can you give us a minute? Go wait in your room maybe?”
Dave didn’t expect to feel so hurt by such a statement. Why did they have to talk by themselves? This was about him. He was the one that came out. Why couldn’t they talk in front of him? Eventually he sighed and nodded, turning and going up to his room.
It was about fifteen minutes of lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling before he got too curious. Quietly he crept out to the top of the stairs and listened down to his parents’ conversation.
“Honey, you don’t mean that,” his mom was saying. “He’s our son.”
“I know,” replied his father, “But I just don’t know if I can live under the same roof as a homosexual.”
“But he’s your son. Why can’t you just show him that you still love him?”
Dave didn’t hear that last part his mom said because he was already in his room, grabbing a few items of clothing to stuff into his backpack.
He grabbed his toothbrush and iPod too before walking out of his room.
He was just at the bottom of the stairs when his mother came up, probably to get him so they could tell him officially that they were kicking him out.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I’m leaving,” mumbled Dave, walking past her.
“Why?” she seemed so surprised it was almost comical.
“I heard what Dad said. He can’t live under the same roof as a homosexual. If that’s the way you two feel, then fine, I have other places I can go.”
“Dave wait. That’s not what he meant.”
“Then what did he mean, Mom? Because I can’t think of any other meanings behind that.”
When all his mother could do was start crying he shook his head. “Never mind, Mom. Just… maybe I’ll call you later this week or something.”
Then he walked out.
TBC...
Chapter 13
Yes, I'm linking it again. You were warned a few chapters back... I think. Prompt Post
Pairings; Characters: Karofsky/OMC; Karofsky, OCs, Kurt, Puck, and the other Gleeks
Rating: NC-17
Warnings; Spoilers: hot man on man love (eventually); no spoilers that I know of
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, just my OCs
Summary: Karofsky is bored, so he gets a motorcycle. However, he needs someone to help him fix up the junker he buys. But a motorcycle isn’t the only thing Colton helps Karofsky fix. A sister story to Freedom.
Chapter 1
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Dave was in a good mood about two weeks later. It was an Indian summer day, so it was very warm, and it was a Friday, so Colton was getting in early. He had stayed on campus the previous weekend because of a big test and paper due on Monday. So yeah, Dave was going through withdrawal.
He refused to let himself get anyone at lunch down, so all week he was talking a bit more and by Thursday he had been starting a few of his own conversations. Today, he was smiling when Kurt came up to him.
“You look happy today,” said Kurt, sitting down next to him. “How’s everything going with Mr. Columbus?”
Dave frowned in confusion until he remembered that Kurt was talking about Colton. Chuckling he nodded. “It’s going great. Last weekend he couldn’t come home so he’s getting here early today. Everything’s going great for once.” Suddenly finding himself thinking about saying hi to Colton, Dave stared at his lunch, his smile turning into a goofy grin.
“Well, I’m really glad you found Mr. Columbus, Dave,” said Kurt, nudging the bigger boy’s side with an elbow. “It’s helping you a lot more. I think this is the closest anyone’s ever seen to the real you.”
“Colton,” said Dave.
“What?”
“His name’s Colton.”
Kurt grinned. “Is he hot?”
Dave laughed. “God yeah!” He leaned closer, “He likes to wear really short shorts and tight shirts when it’s just the two of us. Or if it’s particularly hot and we’re working on the bike.”
Kurt’s eyebrow went up. “Hmm, sounds… tasty.”
“You have no idea,” mumbled Dave.
Kurt nearly choked on his sip of water, but recovered quickly. He was about to question further when Puck arrived and sat down, staring at Kurt.
“Kurt,” he said, not even glancing at Dave. “You know that thing we have after school today?”
Dave watched Kurt’s confusion slowly disappear and a blush start to creep up the back of his neck. “Um, yeah,” he mumbled, glancing at Dave, “What about it?”
“Mind if we move it to 6:30?”
“That should work,” said Kurt, his body visibly relaxing.
Dave looked to Puck, wondering what was going on. Puck finally looked to him then, grinning. During that thirty-second long stare, Dave learned one important thing about Kurt and Puck. They were mackin’ it after school. And with the slight nod, Dave smirked when he realized that Puck was going to come clean at 6:30.
By the time they broke eye contact, Mercedes had sat down with Tina and the others soon followed. Dave participated in the conversations, but the entire time his mind was somewhere else.
Puck was going to tell Kurt the truth. Maybe it was time Dave did some truth telling of his own. By the time he was finished eating he was happy, but nervous. Puck was going to ask Kurt out (officially or not he didn’t know, or care), but Dave was going to… talk to his parents.
He eventually said goodbye and got up, pulling out his phone.
“Hey, TB,” answered Colton, “I’m packing up to head out soon. What’s up?”
Dave took a deep breath. “Can I stay for dinner tonight?”
“Sure, why?”
“I… I wanted to talk to your parents about something. And you. I’ll fill you in after school. I just wanted to make sure you guys didn’t have any big plans.”
“Just seein’ you baby. So I’ll see you this afternoon?”
“This afternoon.”
The bell was ringing as Dave hung up, but he really didn’t remember most of his day. Really, the next thing he remembered was making out with Colton on the couch. By that point, he had let himself forget everything else but the feel of Colton’s lips and body.
It wasn’t until Colton’s mom came home, forcing them to separate, that Dave remembered why he wanted to stay a bit longer.
Colton seemed to notice his sudden lack of enthusiasm and sat up straight, facing Dave on the couch. “What did you want to talk about tonight?”
Dave looked at Colton, trying to smile, but failing. He looked back at his hands, clutching each other in his lap. “I want to come out to my parents.”
“Really? When?” asked Colton, trying to contain his excitement.
“Tonight.”
The smile disappeared from the blonde’s face. “Oh. So why are you staying for dinner?”
Realizing that Colton had expected him to spend the night, Dave explained quickly. “I wanted to ask your parents for advice and I wanted you to come with me later.”
This was a big deal to Dave, and Colton knew it. So he quickly pushed aside his disappointment and grinned. “That’s a really good plan, Dave. Better then I ever did.”
“What did you do?”
“I was just stupid. I decided to make out with a boyfriend in the living room. Parents walked in on us. Needless to say we didn’t last long. Dad kind of blew up. If I had been in college and able to get away from him we probably still wouldn’t be talking. But I was in high school.
Sometimes he had to drive me around. Basically, being forced to spend time together, he was able to see that I was still me, and we are now just as close as before.”
“So that one weekend?” Dave asked, curious how Colton didn’t mind being caught with his tongue down another guy’s throat.
He shrugged. “He doesn’t really like it, true. But they both see it as, while we’re making out on the couch, fully clothed, then we’re not up in my room, naked.”
“But they purposely left the house that night. Practically giving us permission to…” he waved between them, shrugging.
“I’m in college now, they trust me a bit more. They told me earlier that day too that they trust you.” Colton took Dave’s face in his hands, looking in his eyes. “We’re adults in their eyes and we can make our own decisions.”
Dave grinned when the older boy kissed the tip of his nose. “But your dad left you condoms.”
“Just his way of saying that he cares about me and wants me to be safe. Don’t worry, Dave, I’m sure they’ll give you great advice.”
~*~
“That’s all I can tell you,” Mrs. Terrance was saying. “Just say the words and get it out there, like a band-aid.”
“That’s it?” asked Colton. “That’s the best advice you have?”
“Honey, we’re not experts and we don’t know David’s parents. There’s no way to know how they’ll react.”
Dave nodded. “That’s fair enough. Is there anything that maybe I shouldn’t do?”
“Well, do try to stay calm,” said Mr. Terrance. “If either one of your parents seems upset about it, yelling won’t help.”
“Or throwing things at them,” Colton mumbled.
Dave glanced at him in surprise.
“It was just the remote,” Colton defended.
“Which thankfully missed your father’s head,” pointed out Mrs. Terrance, “But cracked the glass on my favorite father/son picnic photo I had on the wall.”
Dave nodded slowly, still a little shocked that Colton would ever get mad enough to throw anything heavier than a pillow. “So I go in, tell the truth, stay calm, and hope for the best?”
All three nodded and Colton took his hand, squeezing. “I’ll be there for you, babe. There’s no need to worry.”
Dave nodded and grinned, finishing off the delicious meal Mrs. Terrance had made.
~*~
An hour later, Dave stood on his front door step grasping at Colton’s hand like it was a lifeline. He took a deep breath, reached for the doorknob, then stopped. Closing his eyes he resisted the urge to hit the wall.
“Take your time, babe,” whispered Colton. “There’s nothing that says you have to do this tonight, but if you do, then I’ll be right here with you.”
Dave nodded, squeezing his hand. They stood there for a good fifteen minutes before Dave finally managed to open up the front door. As soon as it was closed behind him he let go of the other boy’s hand, missing it immediately, but knowing he’d have to wait until the truth was out.
“Mom, Dad,” he called, figuring they were in the kitchen or office. “Can you guys come to the living room? I need to talk to you about something important.”
He didn’t hear any reply, but he figured they’d show up eventually, so he walked into the living room. It was only a minute before his mother walked in, drying her hands on her jeans.
“Hello, sweetie,” she said, smiling. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I wanted Dad to be here so I only have to say it once,” mumbled Dave.
His mother nodded and went to sit in a chair, but as soon as she saw Colton she stood up, trying to fix her hair. “David, why haven’t you introduced me to your guest?”
Dave glanced at Colton, eyes wide. When Colton just shrugged Dave figured he could tell the rest later. “This is Colton,” he eventually said, stepping out of the way so the blonde could shake his mother’s hand. “He’s helping me with the bike I bought earlier this summer.”
“Oh that’s right, I remember hearing his name a couple times. I hope everything’s going well.”
Colton nodded, smiling. “I think it is.”
“I’d hope so,” came a deep voice, “You’ve been working on it for about four months now.”
The three people turned to the speaker.
“Dad, he’s going to OSU,” Dave explained, “We’ve only been working on it during the weekends as much as possible.”
“And there are a few parts that aren’t at the yard that we’ve had to order,” added Colton.
Dave’s dad raised an eyebrow, nodding. “Okay then.” He walked in and guided his wife to sit on the couch before joining her. “Why don’t you boys take a seat and Dave can tell us what he wanted to talk about?”
Dave glanced at Colton and shook his head. “That’s okay Dad, I feel like I’ve been sitting all day.”
His father just shrugged and relaxed back, waiting.
Taking a deep breath, Dave opened his mouth to speak. “Mom, Dad, I…” He faltered. He stood in silence, trying to gather the courage to say those much-needed words. All it took was one glance at Colton, standing there and silently sending him support, to spur him on.
Turning back, he took a deep breath and said it. “I’m gay.”
Dave never understood the term ‘deafening silence’ until now. His ears almost hurt with the lack of sound. He wished someone would say something. He’d even welcome a cough or sneeze, hell if he could hear a wind outside he might be able to relax. But no, there was nothing.
His next breath was shaky, and he felt the touch of Colton sliding their hands together. That action seemed to bring his father out of his haze of… whatever, surprise, anger, disappointment?
“And he is…?” Paul left it open, staring - thankfully not glaring - at Colton.
“My boyfriend,” whispered Dave, squeezing the supporting hand when he heard his mother’s whimper.
“So he’s the one that made you…?” Paul waved vaguely to Dave. He still didn’t sound angry, but Dave didn’t like where this was going.
“I realized more than a year ago that I might be gay,” said Dave, voice low and dangerous, “I only just admitted it to myself this past summer.”
His father stared at the two boys, going between their faces and hands. Finally he stood. “I think you should go, Colton. I’d rather have this remain a family conversation.”
Colton nodded and turned to leave but stopped when Dave wouldn’t let go of his hand.
“I want him here for this, Dad,” said Dave, his voice rising despite Mr. Terrance’s advice, “You can’t kick him out.”
“Dave,” whispered Colton, getting the younger boy’s attention. When Dave turned to him, Colton gave him a hopeful smile. “It’s okay. They don’t know me, and this is private for them. I’m going to go home, but I’ll have my cell in my hand the entire time. Just call me when you’re all done here, okay? Let me know how things go.”
Dave nodded and wished that he could have even a kiss on the cheek, but knew that would be a bad idea right now. So instead he gave
Colton’s hand a squeeze just before letting go.
It wasn’t until after the front door had closed that Dave turned back to his parents. His father stood staring, giving his disappointed glare, while his mother still sat, a few tears leaking from her eyes.
“You said you figured this out last year?” his father finally asked.
“Yes,” said Dave.
“So what was the deal with Kurt Hummel?”
Dave sighed. “I liked him. I hated that about myself so I lashed out at him. He and I have long since come to understand each other better.”
“Why tell us now?”
“Because I have Colton to support me and I have a few friends at school as well. And because I was ready.”
His father nodded, looking to his mother. “I think we need to talk about this between us, Dave. Can you give us a minute? Go wait in your room maybe?”
Dave didn’t expect to feel so hurt by such a statement. Why did they have to talk by themselves? This was about him. He was the one that came out. Why couldn’t they talk in front of him? Eventually he sighed and nodded, turning and going up to his room.
It was about fifteen minutes of lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling before he got too curious. Quietly he crept out to the top of the stairs and listened down to his parents’ conversation.
“Honey, you don’t mean that,” his mom was saying. “He’s our son.”
“I know,” replied his father, “But I just don’t know if I can live under the same roof as a homosexual.”
“But he’s your son. Why can’t you just show him that you still love him?”
Dave didn’t hear that last part his mom said because he was already in his room, grabbing a few items of clothing to stuff into his backpack.
He grabbed his toothbrush and iPod too before walking out of his room.
He was just at the bottom of the stairs when his mother came up, probably to get him so they could tell him officially that they were kicking him out.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I’m leaving,” mumbled Dave, walking past her.
“Why?” she seemed so surprised it was almost comical.
“I heard what Dad said. He can’t live under the same roof as a homosexual. If that’s the way you two feel, then fine, I have other places I can go.”
“Dave wait. That’s not what he meant.”
“Then what did he mean, Mom? Because I can’t think of any other meanings behind that.”
When all his mother could do was start crying he shook his head. “Never mind, Mom. Just… maybe I’ll call you later this week or something.”
Then he walked out.
TBC...
Chapter 13
Yes, I'm linking it again. You were warned a few chapters back... I think. Prompt Post