Brendon swallowed nervously, quickly losing his determination to tell somebody, anybody, the truth. Seeing his parents' car again brought back the awful situation the teen had to deal with.
"Look, Pete," the young male began, "I've been wanting to tell someone about what really happened to me, and I guess you're it."
The dyed blond swallowed at the other's tone. "Yeah sure, Bren. You don't have to tell my eveything though. Your past's your past, okay?"
The younger male nodded gratefully and sank down on to one of the stools before he spoke again.
"My parents have always been very religious people, always going with the Bible's words and everything, so of course they're against all things unorthodox. And being gay is definitely one of those things."
The brunet peeked up at Pete to see his expression, but the other's face showed only sadness. Even though Brendon knew that the older male was gay himself, the teen felt a need to reassure himself that he's truly not alone in his world. Not having any biological family members hurt, but he can picture a future family, with Patrick and Ryan and the rest of the house's inhabitants.
He took a deep breath before continuing. "So when I realized I was actually gay, I kept it hidden from my entire family, paranoid of anyone finding out. The only person I told was my, at the time, best friend Sarah, who swore she'd never tell, but well, you know how that turned out."
Pete nodded in understanding, silently encouraging the other to go on with his story.
The brunet sighed while rubbing his head, unsure of how to explain how his mother, loving and caring mother tried to choke him, but he went on, determined to finish.
"So Sarah peeped to someone in the church, since my parents had decided to talk with me after school about the 'awful lies' they heard from people. All they wanted me to was deny them but-" his voice broke off.
"You couldn't, cause they were true." The single statement rang through Brendon's ears.
"Yeah, Pete, I couldn't. And that's what I told them." A sob nearly broke free of his throat but he held it back in time, telling himself, Come on, you're almost done before he gained control of his body again.
Pete respectively gave him time to recover, not speaking a word since he didn't want to the scare the teen.
"And in response, my mom tried to choke me." Brendon started crying, his emotions boiling over, and Pete had no idea of what to do.
Going off of instinct alone, the blond reached over to the brunet and squeezed him tightly, repeating the words "You're okay, you're okay, you're okay," until Brendon calmed down.
When the tears stopped coming, Pete gently pulled his arms back, or at least tried to. Glancing down at the suddenly tight grip the other had on him, he realized that Brendon had fallen asleep.
Pete smiled down at the teen, and unconsciously swept the other's hair from his eyes, and rubbed his forhead. Pete blinked and quickly drew away, leaving the teen sleeping on his stool.
He's fifteen, damn it, what we you trying to do there? He asked himself before walking out to the living room, trying to steady his suddenly shaking hands.
"Am I attracted to a high schooler?" Pete asked out loud.
Just then a figure emerged from the doorway, shocked at the spoken question. Shit. Now his boyfriend shows up.
Patrick quietly replied, "What dud you just say?"
"Ugh. I can explain." Pete answered, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to have a very awkward conversation with his boyfriend.
"I sure hope you can."
With that, Patrick walked to their bedroom. Glum, Pete followed him, trying to form in his head of what to tell the other.
This is going to be just great, huh?
