Alone Together

by allsup

Lovino is tired of being the loner with no friends. Everyone is always favoring his little brother Feliciano. Lovino decides to start being more social to make a friend. Little did he know he would be befriending the lonely Spanish boy with the cigarettes. [Hetalia High School Human AU] [Spamano] Depressed!Antonio

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Warning: Might be triggering to some.

"Hallo Antonio." Gilbert says as he walks into my living room. Wait, why are they at my house?

"Uh, hey Gil."

"Bonjour!" Francis shouts and follows Gilbert.

I quickly jump up, "Guys shut up."

"Why?" Gilbert asks. Oh well that's easy. My whackjob of a father is home.

"Just please.. try to be quiet?"

"Antonio, what is all that yelling? You bastard, I'm trying to sleep!" My father calls in Spanish.

"Sorry, friends are over." I reply back and get no response.

When my father doesn't reply, you know that you're in for it. I don't know if I said but, my father is abusive. He doesn't hurt my brother because he isn't the 'bad' one. I will never understand why being gay is 'bad', or having a problem is 'bad.' It's just me I guess. Being born was something that I should've never been. A big burden to everyone.

"That's all you'll ever be. A burden. We never wanted you in the first place, your mother decided to get knocked up."

"Antonio?"

I snap out of my daze and see Gilbert and Francis looking at me in concern. I scratch at my arm and smile.

"Si?"

Francis and Gilbert continue to look at me and this time, I'm not sure how to hide what's wrong. I then hear footsteps coming down the stairs and my smile falters. My father comes into the living room and I know that I'm probably shaking by now. He glares at Gilbert and Francis.

He asks in Spanish, "Are these the guys who turned you a fag?"

"W-What? No one did!"

We continue fighting in Spanish and I wished, at that very moment, the ground would swallow me whole. My father walks over to me and pushes me in the direction of my room. Oh, I know what's coming.

He changes back to English and says, "Get out."

Francis and Gilbert hurry out of my house not bothering to say good bye. For some reason, the action hurt me.

"Go upstairs."

I run up the stairs and lock my door once entering my room, tears streaming down my face. Why was I crying? I knew what was going to happen. But for once in my life, I wish I wouldn't die. Just because that I met him.

Just because of Lovino.