Author's Note: So I got this idea for a story at about 2 o'clock in the morning that was originally going to be a one-shot, but I just got so many exciting ideas and decided to make this a full story. I should be updating regularly and if you could leave a review on how you think the story is so far that would be extremely helpful. This is just a prologue which should hopefully set up the story and give you an idea of where it might be heading. Enjoy. :-)
"Stanley, we're back from the movies. Are you boys okay-" Randy says as he typically walks through Stan's bedroom door without even thinking to knock. He comes to a standstill when his eyes settle onto the bed of his sixteen year old son. Lying there together, naked and equally as stunned as Randy are Stan and Kyle. Stan is laid on top of the Kyle in a missionary position with only his bed sheet protecting his modesty.
"Dad!" Stan shouts with genuine shock and embarrassment as he instinctively leaps backwards away from Kyle and off of the bed, taking the bed sheet with him and inadvertently revealing a vulnerable Kyle to a horrifyingly motionless Randy. Kyle quickly dashes from the bed, making a quick attempt to dress himself with his clothes that were carelessly thrown onto Stan's bedroom floor less than an hour earlier. Kyle looks over to Stan with panic in his eyes, who is stood in the corner of his room covering his pride with the sheet that he had dragged away from his secret lover. His eyes are wide and petrified; looking straight at his Father, not knowing what to say or how to react to Randy's unexpected and abrupt intrusion. Randy's eyes aren't focused on anything in particular; it's as if his mind has switched off completely. He seems neither shocked or angry... in fact, his face doesn't seem to be showing any emotion at all. Which is bad.
"Dad?" Stan says in a much calmer and collected tone. Randy is still stood in the bedroom doorway, staring at that one spot of nothingness that has gained his full attention. Stan takes light steps towards Randy, not wanting to scare him off like a deer in the headlights. Stan has thought many times about how he could come out to his Father. He's considered texting him, getting Sharon to tell Randy for him (although that would require Stan coming out to his Mother too) or even just pointblank telling his Father "Dad, I'm gay." but he never imagined anything like this. And he certainly wasn't ready yet for his Dad to know. He'd barely accepted the fact that he was gay for Kyle himself.
Stan thinks that the fact that Randy hasn't gone completely unhinged is a sign that maybe he won't be that mad at all. Hell, he might not even be surprised. Stan imagines Randy taking him into his arms, the two crying as he tells Stan how proud he is of him for telling the truth while Kyle proudly watches in the background, wiping happy tears from his eyes. But this dream is soon destroyed when Stan takes another step towards his Father, and he jumps back in shock when he sees that Randy has now turned his attention to Kyle. And Stan knows in that moment that he made the biggest mistake of his life in ever thinking that his sexuality is something his Father would accept with an open heart.
"You-" Randy whispers in a chilling tone, "You sodomized my son... my only son."
"What?!" Stan shouts in disbelief, "Dad, no-"
"You fucking fag!" Randy screams at a terrified Kyle, inching closer to the red-head who is backing away towards the bedroom window, looking like he may attempt the two-story jump. "I'm going to rip your goddamn head off!" he shouts as he lunges for Kyle. He grabs the boy by the shoulders and violently shoves him down to the floor. Kyle can only scream in horror as the middle aged man hits him directly in the chest. Kyle yells in agonizing pain as he feels the crack in one of his ribs. He tries desperately to shout for Stan to help but just as he opens his mouth he feels another unstoppable punch landing directly in between his nose and his mouth. Blood flows from his nose in a worryingly fast stream.
"Dad what the fuck are you doing?!" Stan yells, pulling his Father back and shoving him against the wall. Stan is stunned when he sees his Father is throwing punches at him too, his own son. Stan's quick reflexes allow him to dodge most of the strikes and Randy's fist smashes straight into the wall, leaving a huge dent where his fist had been. Randy screams in pain, running out of the room and shouting for Sharon, who is probably downstairs watching the television, blissfully unaware of the home wrecking events unfolding upstairs.
"Holy shit!" Stan shouts, pacing up and down the room. "Holy shit, Kyle. What the fuck just happened?!" he asks, looking over to his boyfriend, who is cradling his legs to his chest, rocking slightly as blood flows from his nose. "Fuck." Stan whispers mostly to himself as his runs and kneels next to Kyle. "Your nose is fucked up pretty bad dude, we've got to get you to a hospital."
"No-no!" Kyle says, shoving Stan's hand out of the way when he tries to comfort Kyle. "I think- I think I just want to go home." he says shakedly as he stands up, small tears falling from his eyes.
"Okay." Stan says with a sigh of defeat, too tired and distressed to argue with him. Kyle is stubborn at the best of times, so Stan knows that fighting with him about getting him some help would just be pointless. Besides, when Sheila sees Kyle she'll literally tie him down and force him to go if she has to; she's certainly more frightening than Stan. "Just- just let me get my coat." he says as he walks over to his closet.
"Stan, stop." Kyle says, stopping Stan in my tracks as he brings his hand to Stan's left cheek, gently wiping away the raven-haired boy's tears with his thumb. "I'll go by myself... I need some time to think."
"Are you sure?" Stan asks, "I mean, no offense dude but you don't exactly look fit to drive right now."
"Stan, he broke my nose not my legs." Kyle says with a soft laugh, instantly regretting saying anything as soon as he sees the hurt spread across Stan's face. Kyle kisses him apologetically. "I've gotta go... I love you." Kyle says in an almost questionable tone, unsure whether these events will have damaged the sacred bond shared between the two boys.
Stan smiles sadly, giving Kyle another kiss as he says "I love you too, dude."
When Kyle has managed to escape Stan's house without running into Randy again, he gets into his cheap car and just sits there for a while with his hands on the steering wheel. He is unable to contemplate what has just happened and what it means for the future; for Stan and Kyle's future. Randy knows now, which means pretty soon everyone will know. There is a strong snow storm outside and Kyle giggles manically to himself as he realizes he really is in no state to drive through these conditions. Even so, he starts the car and heads off onto the road. His nose is still bleeding, although a lot less than it was before. Kyle smiles to himself as he remembers the declaration of love that he and Stan shared just a few moments ago. They've never really told each other how they feel before. Maybe what happened was for the best. Maybe, just maybe... it was a good thing. Kyle is so distracted by this possible revelation that he doesn't even feel his car swerving from his side of the road and into oncoming traffic until it's too late. Blinding headlights and a loud, ear-bleeding horn are the last thing Kyle remembers before it all goes black.