A/N: Hey everyone! This is a NoCo story, and it will be written entirely in Noah's POV. So, please R&R!
Deep breaths.
I'm not gonna back out.
Not tonight.
More deep breaths.
I can't back out.
They have to know.
He had it easy.
His parents aren't religious freaks.
Unlike me.
One more deep breath.
I walk out of my bedroom, my heart beating with each step toward the living room.
The walk was never this long.
Finally, I reach the living room, and I take one last breath.
"Mom? Dad?" I say with uncertainty.
My mother looks up from her book. "Yes Noah?"
I sigh. "Look, I… have something to tell you."
A long pause.
My father looks at me expectantly. "Well?"
I'm not gonna back out.
"I-I'm gay."
In that instant, everything changes.
My dad rises from his chair, and charges across the room toward me.
My face stings from the slap.
My mother bursts into tears. "Oh dear Lord, why our son?" she cries.
My father's face is the color of beets as he yells at me about how it's not what the Bible says.
"REPENT YOUR SIN!" he tells me. "OR YOU'LL BURN IN HELL!"
I keep my face clear of emotion, I can't show him how scared I am.
"No."
His face turns redder. (I'm not even sure that's possible.) He slaps me once more before he shouts, "LEAVE!"
His words take me by surprise.
"I SAID LEAVE OUR HOUSE NOW!"
Turning my back on them, with only the clothes on my back, I head toward the front door.
It's a struggle to keep my face emotionless.
Once I'm outside, walking away, a voice calls to me. "Noah?"
I look back, and there's my mother standing in the doorway, holding my wallet, my phone, and one set of clothes.
I take them warily. "Why don't you just repent? We can ask Pastor Morris to help you." She begs tearfully.
"I can't change who I am."
Now it's near impossible to keep my emotions hidden.
My mother sighs. "You know I don't know how to tell your brothers and sisters that you've turned your back on God."
The words are harsher than the slap. "Goodbye, mom." I say, running off into the night.
I go to the only place that feels like home anymore.
When I knock on the door, a gap-toothed boy answers. "Noah, what are you doing here?" He asks in shock
The emotions take over, something that almost never happens. "Cody." I say, before rushing into an embrace.
"I'm assuming you need a place to stay?"
I nod, unable to speak.
He leads me into his room, and he holds me while I try to stop crying. (Yes, I'm crying. Big shocker, huh?)
Somehow, I'm able to fall asleep.
A/N: What'd you think? Sorry Noah is OOC, but don't worry, Sarcastic Noah will be back next chapter. Please review! :D