Silence

By: Air29

Disclaimer: I own none of the twilight characters…just this story. Warning if you're a homophobe, don't read. Other than that enjoy the story and please comment no one usually does which leaves me thinking no one likes the story….

Chapter One, Communication is the key, eh no so much

Come on, Ricky. You can do this. Just tell him, no he's too busy with the pack to deal with me. Ugh stop you need to get this out.

My dad stepped into the house, his shirt off. His ripped shorts told me that he lost his temper. Uh oh. I sat with my sister Kelsie she gave my hand a squeeze encouraging me to talk to Dad.

"Good luck," She told me sliding off the barstool next to mine and walking out of the kitchen. I sat in my skinny jeans and faded red shirt. My eyes stared at nothing in particular; though I dreaded this very conversation. My mother knew about my secret and so did Kelsie. My dad on the other hand had no flipping clue what went on in my life. Since my parents were only together since I was five, I visited my dad on certain occasions. I glared at the scars on my wrists. They trailed up to my arm and the most recent cut lay just beside a vein.

He made his way into the kitchen, opening up the fridge. "Hey Ricky," He muttered a greeting taking out a bottle of water. He gulped it down.

"D-dad" I stuttered out. I felt so nervous and scared that he would hate me.

My dad turned to face me. "Yeah"

I gulped. "I-I'm not normal." I began. His eyes stayed glued on mine. I felt myself shake lightly, trying not to sob. I was so uncomfortable with the idea of my dad hating me for who I am.

"Son, you haven't changed have you?" he asked.

I shook my head, fighting my tears. "No, I-I never will."

He glanced sideways and then back at me. "What do you mean you never will? It's in your genes…"

I cut him off. "I'm not like you dad! Or like your stupid pack! I don't look at women the way you do! I'm gay!" I yelled at him. I got off the barstool bolting for the door. I took off for my car and got in, slamming the door behind me. Turning the key in the ignition I drove off, leaving La Push.

Kelsie's P.O.V:

I heard Ricky's car drive off. I went back downstairs to talk to dad, to try and reason with him. In the kitchen my dad was gripping the counter top his body rigged and shaking. "Dad," I spoke up hoping my voice would calm him down.

He turned to me a frustrated look spread across his face. "Ricky kept it in, for a long time. He thought you would hate him if you knew. He's known for about six years now. I'm sorry dad, I couldn't tell you. It was what was best for Ricky."

My dad shook his head. "I would never hate him. I love both of you. You're my kids and I'm just upset he never came to me."

I felt guilt trip into me. "Dad, mom doesn't let us see you all the time. She always wanted Greg to be our dad. In some ways I think Ricky confined better in him, since Greg's brother is gay."

He didn't speak for a minute and then composed his posture. "Kelsie, I know your mom and I have your problems but that doesn't mean I won't be here for the both of you."

Now I got angry. "Dad, you're always busy. Even when we're here you ignore us. Sometimes it feels like you're ashamed of us." Tears spilled out of my eyes. "And then you don't even seem to listen when we want to talk to you." Sobs echoed throughout my chest. Dad came up to me wrapping me up in a hug.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry. Your right, but I do try and listen. I've just been distracted a lot. It's hard managing a pack and I wish I could explain it all to you but you're really young."

I sobbed harder wrapping my arms tighter around him. I felt I better take hold of this moment before dad has to go again, back to his precious pack. He kissed the top of my head as he comforted me.

"It's okay, just let all out."

I sniffed pulling away. "I want to go home dad, back with mom."

He looked pained but nodded. "Alright sweetheart I'll drive you home."

I went upstairs to my room and grabbed all my things throwing them into my suitcase. I trotted down the stairs and looked into a stranger's brown eyes. His eyes met mine and I felt a tingle flash throughout my whole body. He stepped out the back door, my dad gazing up to me.

"Oh no," He groaned. "Kelsie go back up to your room, I need to take care of something real quick."