A/N- hey guys.

This is the prologue to my next fanfiction. I don't think I'm going to have a schedule for my updates for this fanfiction, so I'm just going to update whenever I can, which hopefully will be a few times a week.

Warning- there is mostly going to just be homosexual relationships in this fanfiction. If for whatever stupid reason you are against this, then leave this fanfiction, get the hell off the internet, and reevaluate your life and then come back when you can understand what love is.

My friend mattsmithfangirl helped me come up with the idea for this story. You should read her stories because she's an amazing writer.

I'm also really sorry this doesn't have a cover when I post this. Fanfiction is glitchung again and won't let me upload an image. I'm going to try to get a cover on here as soon as possible. Sorry again.

I hope this fanfiction is okay. Enjoy.

Disclaimer- I own nothing

Prologue/ Chapter 1

Tris's Point of View:

"Tris!" Come down here for a minute!" I hear Johnnie, one of my dads yell over top of the music I have blasting from the speakers in my room. I'm actually surprised I can hear him. This music is currently deafeningly loud.

"Coming, Dad!" I groan, really not wanting to move, pausing my music and placing down my laptop before climbing out of bed and walking downstairs to where my dads are sitting in the main living area, waiting for me. "Yeah?" I ask. "What do you need?"

"Tris, what have you been hiding from us?" Johnnie asks with concern obvious in his voice.

"You can tell us anything, you know." My other dad, Kyle, reassures me as he runs his hands through his hair fixing it just the slightest bit for about the millionth time. "We will both love you no matter what."

Johnnie nods in agreement, urging me to tell them.

"I'm fine." I mumble. "It's nothing."

"Tris," Johnnie says in a 'you better tell us' voice.

I sigh in defeat. "Dads, I, um, I'm straight." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I stare down at my feet, completely terrified of what their reactions would be. You see, in the eyes of society, it is frowned on to be attracted to someone of the opposite gender. They believe that the phrase 'opposites attract' is only for chemistry. It's only 'normal' to be homosexual and anyone who isn't is judged by most people. I only know two people that are straight and neither of them had a necessarily 'good' coming out experience. Even so, they now managed to have a happy life together.

To my shock and relief, I feel two pairs of arms wrap around my body.

"That's fine, Tris." Kyle says. "Like I said before, we love you. Nothing is going to change that."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Johnnie asks, pulling away from the hug. "Is he attractive?"

Kyle rolls his eyes. "Oh please. No one could be more appealing to you than I am."

"I dunno, Kyle. I mean, have you seen Jordan?" Johnnie replies, smirking.

"Dammit." Kyle mutters. "He promised he would stop doing this!"

I smile and laugh a little at my dad's banter. Practically every day, they joke about leaving each other for their friend, Jordan, who happens to be married to their other friend, Bryan. Jordan and Bryan are also the dads of my best friend, much as my dads joke around, you would be stupid to think they would actually leave each other.

"Anyway, Tris, do you have a boyfriend?" Johnnie repeats his question from before.

I shake my head. "No, not yet." I tell them. "I don't think I've found 'the one' yet." I say, putting finger quotes when I said 'the one'.

"Good luck finding him. I hope you do soon. I was starting to get desperate. Then I ended up with Johnnie. Don't get desperate." Kyle advises.

"You're an ass." Johnnie says.

Kyle shrugs. "Yeah, I might be, but you really love my ass."

"Okay, I'm out." I say putting my hands up and standing up from my seat on the couch.

"Alright. We'll call you down in about an hour for dinner." Kyle says. "What do you want?"

I pause to think for a second. "Can you order a pizza?"

"Yeah of course. See you later."

I turn to go back upstairs, but not before seeing Johnnie bring his lips to Kyle's. I'm probably not going to want to come downstairs for a while.

Once I get back into my room, I hit play on my music and I pick my laptop back up.

Nothing can begin to explain the relief I'm feeling right now. There are so many people who are judged and not accepted for being straight. I'm so fortunate that I have an accepting family. I don't even want to know what would happen if Johnnie and Kyle didn't accept me.

Tobias' Point of View:

I throw my already packed bag into my bed with a sigh. Today, I was going to tell my abusive father, Marcus, that I am straight.

Ever since my other dad, Zayn, died when I was 6, Marcus has been beating and abusing me. He thinks that I am the reason that Zayn, the only person he ever loved, is dead. Even though it isn't my fault at all, Marcus still makes me pay for it.

I'm almost 18 now. The abuse has been going on for nearly 12 years. I need to finally get out and away from this. I'm finally old enough to be able to survive on my own. I've already found an affordable apartment with the money I get from my part time job, and a new school where I can finish my senior year that is miles away from here, where I'll finally be safe.

I take one last look around my bedroom, assuring myself that I have everything I need to take with me. Satisfied with everything I packed, I pick up my bag and walk downstairs, to the small kitchen where Marcus has a half empty bottle of beer in his hands.

I take a deep, shaky breath. Marcus is a very angry drunk. This is not going to end well for me.

"What the hell do you want, boy?" Marcus snarls at me.

"I- uhh, I have to tell you something." I stutter.

Marcus raises his eyebrow. "And that is? Man up and tell me."

"I'm straight." I surprise myself with the confidence my voice has when I say it, even though I'm terrified inside. "I don't care what you think about it either. I'm leaving anyway."

I flinch as the beer bottle flies from Marcus' hand, towards me, and shattering as it impacts the wall behind me. Now even more terrified than before, I sprint out of the front door, quickly jumping into my old car, and driving out of the driveway, far away from here.

Setting up the gps on my phone, I drive to my new apartment, softly humming along to the songs that are playing on the radio.

Hopefully I'll be able to start a new and better life where I'm going. A life without abuse and suffering because of my own father. There always is the conflict of people finding out my sexuality and hating me for it, but I can always try to hide it as much as I can.

I'm finally free. Kind of.

A/N- I know this isn't the best chapter. Sorry.

I just managed to procrastinate so long I was slightly rushed while writing.

Again, I hope you enjoy this fanfic and it doesn't suck as much as I feel like it does.

(I'm also only 102 views away from 90K views on Beatrice Eaton and I almost cried when I saw that.)

Thank you so much for reading.

-dauntlessquidditch