Posting two chapters again, cuz i can!
The next day, a hurricane was scheduled to hit Beach City. Everyone was prepared, just in case any flooding happened.
It seems that no one went outside.
The town was quiet.
At around 3:00, the rain started. It kept going, seeming to never stop. Then the wind picked up, tossing trash and leaves around. It was a mixture of rain, wind and thunder.
That night, The fryman family was sitting at the table, eating dinner.
Peedee was just casually picking at his Potato Salad. Ronaldo and Mr. Fryman stared at him, since he looked like he needed to say something.
"Son, are you ok?" Mr. Fryman asked.
"Yeah..I just have a lot of stuff on my mind..." Peedee said, looking up at them. "Like what, bro?" Ronaldo asked. "Yeah, what's wrong?" Mr. Fryman said, putting down his fork. "Well...here goes nothing.." Peedee thought to himself, preparing for what was to come. There was a brief silence in the room, until finally...
"I'm gay."
"Oh. Ok. Cool." Ronaldo said, returning to his food. He was fine with it, Peedee was still Peedee. Mr. Fryman however...
"Y-Your gay?" He asked, clenching his shirt. "Yes. For quite a while now." Peedee said, his voice changing, not liking how stern his father got. "If your gay, then you are not my son." Mr. Fryman said, almost breaking his fork. "W-What?" Peedee asked, confused at his reaction. "You were supposed to carry on the Fryman buisness! With a WIFE and CHILDREN!" He yelled, completely ignoring Ronaldo. "Dad, I can still do all of that stuff gay or straight!" Peedee argued. "NO! I won't allow it! Get out of my house, right now!" Mr. Fryman said, pointing at the door.
"NO! IM YOUR SON!" Peedee yelled, clenching his fists. "GET THE HELL OUT!" Mr. Fryman yelled. Peedee ran to his bedroom, with his father storming behind him. He slammed the door, and locked it. He heard his father pounding the door with rage. It was terrifying, since this was his own father. Eventually, it slowed down, and he heard footsteps, along with Ronaldo and his dad arguing.
Peedee figured he had to escape. If he wasn't accepted fully at home, then he wasnt at home to begin with. He quickly put a bunch of clothes, his phone charger, and his wallet and change into a duffel bag. Then he quickly grabbed a rain jacket and opened the window, letting in all the wind and rain. This was his only option. He jumped out of the window and landed safely into the lawn below. From outside, he could hear his door being broken open.
"Shit..." He heard his father say. He hid under the window, hoping to not be seen. "He's gone. Hmmph. Good riddance." He said, closing the window.
Peedee got up and ran out into the empty street.
The wind was swirling around him, and he felt the rain splashing in his face. The water was up to his ankles, pulling him to the ground with each step. He could hear his brother calling his name behind him. He didn't care. That wasn't his home anymore. "Steven..." he said. "I have to get to Steven..."
Pushing into the horrible hurricane, he felt the sting of twigs smacking him in the face, scratching him, hurting him. He saw stop signs flying in the air, broken sign letters falling in front of him. The hurricane was tearing bits and pieces of the town, and swirling them as easily as a blender blends fruit. The wind pushed him to the ground, stabbing his hand onto broken glass. "Help! Someone...please help...me!" He yelled. He turned to his left to see a figure rushing towards him.
The figure picked him up, along with his duffel bag, and started running. Peedee looked up to see who it was. "G-Garnet? Is that you?" Peedee asked, noting the familar face. "Yes. C'mon, i have to get you to Steven..." Garnet said, noticing his cuts.
And she moved foward through the storm, bringing Peedee to the house.