Awkward Young Man Chapter 6
-----Ian POV-----
After several minutes of flowing tears down my face, I gathered the courage to grab my things and head home. My mom would be wondering why I was late. I'll have to come up with an excuse. Or should I just tell her everything?
As I approached my house, I tried to wipe away any stray tears. I slapped a smile onto my face, and walked into the house as usual. My mom was sitting on the couch watching television.
"Hey mom!"
"Hey sweetie. How was your day?"
"Oh, it was great!" I said with the biggest fake smile I've ever put on my face.
"Good. A couple minutes ago Anthony called and wanted to speak to you. He sounded urgent. Is everything alright?" She said with her comforting mom smile.
"Oh yeah. I'll give him a call later." I said, dropping my smile a little bit.
She must have noticed my sudden change of attitude at the mention of his name because she suddenly looked concerned.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she said, getting up from the couch.
I couldn't hold it any longer. I burst into tears as I fell to the ground. My body still ached from being pushed against the wall and hitting the wood floor didn't help. I rolled up in a ball and stayed there, crying. I felt my mothers hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her face as she held out her hand, expecting me to grasp it. She helped me up and gestured towards to table.
"You need to talk to me about your problems. I'm your mother, I'm here for you." She reached her hand out across the table and grabbed mine.
With my remaining hand I wiped away the water from my eyes. I told her everything, every detail. I told her about being gay and being Anthony's boyfriend. I told her about trying to grab his hand and him rejecting me. I also told her about him working with a group of boys to torment me. I couldn't help but unleash more tears. I put my face down into the table and sat like that for many minutes while my mom rubbed my back.
"Give it time honey. Things will work out, whether you get back together or not." She said, forcing a smile.
I sniffled a bit and lifted my head. I forced a smile.
"Thanks mom." and with that I turned around and walked upstairs, locking myself in my room.
***
Today I seriously debated whether or not I should even go to school. I decided that I should because I wouldn't want to ruin my perfect attendance record.
I quickly threw on some clothes, not worrying how I looked. I now had nobody to impress. Today was SUPPOSED to be the day we told everyone about our relationship. Now I'm the one who got stuck getting tormented while Anthony plays along. That's fucked up.
When I got to school, I stayed away from everyone. I heard several snickers behind my back, and I didn't have to turn around to know who they were laughing at. It seems the news had traveled throughout the school since yesterday. I noticed anthony didn't look much better than me. He must be SO torn up about it (sarcasm).
After school, I hurried home, not wanting any drama. Right as I thought I was safe, I felt a strong hand on my back, pushing me towards the ground. I turned around to see it was the same guys as yesterday. Shit. I thought. Anthony was no where to be seen. I dusted off my scratched knees, and stood up. Once I was standing, I felt a punch to my eye. The pain was so sharp. My face went numb right after. I fell to the ground once again and stayed there this time. I heard their footsteps walking away until I could no longer make out any sounds. I stood up and made my way home.
As I was walking, I felt a bruise forming on my face. I couldn't see it, but I knew it must be pretty bad.
When I got home I hurried to the stairs. Before I could take one step up, I heard my mom.
"Stop right there." She said, getting closer.
I stood there, standing without movement. I felt her hand on my shoulder, as she turned me around. I gave her a "sorry" look as I shrugged my shoulders. I saw her face turn into a mess as she started to cry. She brought me into a hug and cried on my shoulder.
After she was done have a melt down, I went up to my room and took my turn to cry. The pain was still present. I cried myself to sleep last night, having horrible dreams. It didn't matter though because I knew that it would probably be my last.
After several minutes of flowing tears down my face, I gathered the courage to grab my things and head home. My mom would be wondering why I was late. I'll have to come up with an excuse. Or should I just tell her everything?
As I approached my house, I tried to wipe away any stray tears. I slapped a smile onto my face, and walked into the house as usual. My mom was sitting on the couch watching television.
"Hey mom!"
"Hey sweetie. How was your day?"
"Oh, it was great!" I said with the biggest fake smile I've ever put on my face.
"Good. A couple minutes ago Anthony called and wanted to speak to you. He sounded urgent. Is everything alright?" She said with her comforting mom smile.
"Oh yeah. I'll give him a call later." I said, dropping my smile a little bit.
She must have noticed my sudden change of attitude at the mention of his name because she suddenly looked concerned.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she said, getting up from the couch.
I couldn't hold it any longer. I burst into tears as I fell to the ground. My body still ached from being pushed against the wall and hitting the wood floor didn't help. I rolled up in a ball and stayed there, crying. I felt my mothers hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her face as she held out her hand, expecting me to grasp it. She helped me up and gestured towards to table.
"You need to talk to me about your problems. I'm your mother, I'm here for you." She reached her hand out across the table and grabbed mine.
With my remaining hand I wiped away the water from my eyes. I told her everything, every detail. I told her about being gay and being Anthony's boyfriend. I told her about trying to grab his hand and him rejecting me. I also told her about him working with a group of boys to torment me. I couldn't help but unleash more tears. I put my face down into the table and sat like that for many minutes while my mom rubbed my back.
"Give it time honey. Things will work out, whether you get back together or not." She said, forcing a smile.
I sniffled a bit and lifted my head. I forced a smile.
"Thanks mom." and with that I turned around and walked upstairs, locking myself in my room.
***
Today I seriously debated whether or not I should even go to school. I decided that I should because I wouldn't want to ruin my perfect attendance record.
I quickly threw on some clothes, not worrying how I looked. I now had nobody to impress. Today was SUPPOSED to be the day we told everyone about our relationship. Now I'm the one who got stuck getting tormented while Anthony plays along. That's fucked up.
When I got to school, I stayed away from everyone. I heard several snickers behind my back, and I didn't have to turn around to know who they were laughing at. It seems the news had traveled throughout the school since yesterday. I noticed anthony didn't look much better than me. He must be SO torn up about it (sarcasm).
After school, I hurried home, not wanting any drama. Right as I thought I was safe, I felt a strong hand on my back, pushing me towards the ground. I turned around to see it was the same guys as yesterday. Shit. I thought. Anthony was no where to be seen. I dusted off my scratched knees, and stood up. Once I was standing, I felt a punch to my eye. The pain was so sharp. My face went numb right after. I fell to the ground once again and stayed there this time. I heard their footsteps walking away until I could no longer make out any sounds. I stood up and made my way home.
As I was walking, I felt a bruise forming on my face. I couldn't see it, but I knew it must be pretty bad.
When I got home I hurried to the stairs. Before I could take one step up, I heard my mom.
"Stop right there." She said, getting closer.
I stood there, standing without movement. I felt her hand on my shoulder, as she turned me around. I gave her a "sorry" look as I shrugged my shoulders. I saw her face turn into a mess as she started to cry. She brought me into a hug and cried on my shoulder.
After she was done have a melt down, I went up to my room and took my turn to cry. The pain was still present. I cried myself to sleep last night, having horrible dreams. It didn't matter though because I knew that it would probably be my last.