Ch.8
I entered my old home almost cautiously. To be honest, I had feared running into my father. It was ridiculous, I know, but I feared him. I was terrified of my own father. I was terrified of what he might do to me if he found out I was living with Berwald.
I stalked slowly in the shadows of each room, each hallway, until I reached my bedroom. A breath I didn't know I was holding escaped my lips shakily. I closed my eyes slightly, glad I hadn't seen the monster I feared so badly.
I walked into the small room. The walls were painted a soft green, my favorite color when I was little. The cold wooden tiles had felt strange on my bare feet. Memories that had made their home in this room suddenly flooded over me, crushing my mind. Memories of mom, and how she used to sing to me every night before bed, her voice hitting the highest of notes. Sometimes, I would sing along, and although she told me it was good, I knew my voice would never compare to that of my mother's.
I was standing there, drowning in my past when a shadow wandered into my room.
''Tino.'' A voice swam from the lips of the shadow. My eyes wandered, I stood straight, and every hair on the back of my neck stood just as erect as I did. I had swallowed, and turned around slowly to reveal the identity of such a creep. It had been exactly who I had thought it would be.
''Father.'' I acknowledged him stoically.
''I've been thinking, Tino…'' he said slowly, ''And I think I can forgive you of your idiocy.'' My eyes had lit up slightly, but my eyebrows furrowed so I attained a look of confusion.
''That would be-'' I had started.
''If.'' He had interrupted.
''…If…?'' The simple word had escaped my mouth in a whisper.
''If you break up with the Swede.'' He answered, his eyebrows raising mockingly. A moment of pure awkward silence rang in our ears.
''… You know I can't do that, dad.'' I had suddenly taken a particular liking to staring at my feet.
''But you will.'' He answered bluntly. I shook my head slowly.
''No. In fact, I came here to get my stuff.'' I looked into his eyes. ''I'm moving in with Berwald.'' Pure anger slapped my father in the face then.
''You actually think I would let you move in with your gay-ass boyfriend?'' He bellowed.
''I never thought you would. In fact, I knew you wouldn't. but it's my decision.'' I began to walk away.
''You little faggot! I ought to-''
''Bye dad.'' I had said as he continued to throw threats and curses at my back like spears. I grabbed my bag, my shoes, and I walked out the door, leaving behind the life I had used to live, and the man I had believed to be my father.
A/N:
Thanks for reading~ please review! I'm hoping to finish the rest of the story today. I would go ahead and type it up, but my computer partner needs the computer. Reviews are wanted. Please~~!
