The Awakening
A Brian and Justin Fan Fiction
Ch 11: Walkin' Out of That Walk-In Closet
After my first therapy session I went straight to the diner to get something to eat. Who knew talking about your problems could make someone a ravenous wolf? I didn't think I would run into anyone and I would have preferred it. Unfortunately, fate sometimes has other plans for you. I was more than shocked to see my own father at my place of business. He hated being anywhere within a mile radius of fags let alone than be in the same room with them. He must have heard about my attack, I thought to myself as I started to head back the way I had entered into the diner. I heard a voice behind me call my name. Too late, I thought. I turned back around to face my father who had practically disowned me because I wouldn't be who he wanted me to be.
"What are you doing here?" I folded my arms.
"I heard about what happened. I just wanted to make sure you were…"
"Why the fuck do you care?" I lashed out immediately. How dare he basically condemn me to hell then magically grow the balls to come see if I was okay. I said that out loud without realizing it. I guessed that after that session my mouth was no longer connected to my brain.
"Of course I care," he said as he sat down at the counter. I followed his lead and sat a stool away from him.
"Oh, really? Could have fooled me. When was the last time I've seen you, again? Hmm. Oh that's right, outside of your store and you basically told me to fuck off. You didn't need to say the words, I knew that was what you meant," I replied extremely on the defensive.
"I know I haven't been the best father, but that doesn't mean I don't care whether you live or die." I had to give him credit, he was doing a bang up job of trying to win me over, but I couldn't let myself believe him. I couldn't stand getting my heart broken again period let alone by my own father. "I just hope that this has brought you to your senses and that you'll…"
I cut him off before he could finish. Ah, here we go again, he was showing his true colors through and through. I knew it was too good to be true. I was glad I didn't take this newfound bullshit concern to heart. "Hah, figures you'd try the 'get straight' card with me. I'll never be straight, dad." I knew the real issue was Brian so I added, "I'm still with Brian and I'll always be with Brian." I stood up for Brian because he was the one person who never let me down and has been there for me this whole time when my own father had been gallivanting off with his new wife and new family pretending I never existed. This I told my father, and more. "Brian has given me more than you ever could. Love and not to mention, support. He'll never let me down because I'll never let him down. If you can't support that then you can save your sympathy and the 'I just wanted to make sure my son was okay' schpeal because I'm not buying into any of it, especially the part about being your son. I'm not your son and I'll never be your son again. You can just forget it!" I wouldn't even let him reply and I stormed out of the diner without a second glance back at the person I had just left behind, completely. I left to go home to the one place I knew I wouldn't have to walk into a walk-in closet just to satisfy someone else. I would never hide who I am and I would suggest to anyone else, never to do the same.
