"Hi Dad, I um…I need to talk to you. Can you give me a minute?" Hamilton asked shyly, peering around the doorframe into his fathers' study. The Dean sat there, practically buried under mountains of paperwork, and gave him an exasperated glance.
"Really, son, can't it wait? As you can see I'm fairly busy right this moment." Steve Fleming really did not need his estranged gay son talking to him, but the urgency on Hamilton' face softened him a little and he switched off his laptop. "What can I do for you, Hamilton?"
"Well, it's kinda hard to say…" Hamilton sat there squirming with embarrassment, knowing that if he said the wrong thing both Jake and his father would never speak to him again. Finally he gave up trying on hedge the truth and decided to just come out with it. "I'm not gay Jake is a girl she's Jacqueline and her Mom is having a baby and she wants to look after it herself but she cant here and I was just wondering if she could stay with us so she could go to school I mean I know it'll be hard but she really wants to look after this child for her mother and I think it'll do her good so can she dad, please?"
Steven Fleming sat there with his mouth open for several seconds, trying to make sense of the situation. His mouth moved as he silently tried to ask all the questions in his mind at the same time. Suddenly his face darkened with anger.
"GET OUT!" he screamed, picking up a book from the cluttered desk and throwing it at his only child, "How dare you and this…this…Jacqueline defy me?!?! How dare you?!?! All my life I've worked for you, given you everything you could want, and you repay me like this?!?! I wouldn't be surprised if this child she wants to bring up is your own, you two together. Get out and never come back!!! That little…bitch will be expelled…RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!!!!" as Hamilton looked on in horror, the Dean pushed away his chair and stormed to the door. "And don't think you've heard the last of this young man!!!" with that, he left, slamming the door behind him – hard.
Hamilton sunk onto his knees, burying his face in his hands.
Oh my G-d! he thought despairingly. What have I done?