So far, it's been almost a week since I confessed my love to Nathan that day and we haven't spoken to each other at all. I've tried talking to Nathan, but he would just ignore me. I understood if he didn't want to talk about that day, but I at least tried to talk to him about SOMETHING. Whether it was about his day or how his mom is doing, he would just completely ignore me and after trying to get him to talk for days, I eventually gave up and walked the halls at school by myself. Normally we would walk home together, but even then, I ended up walking home by myself. It's been pretty lonely to say the least and I've been hurting too. Not only has Nathan not respond to my confession at all, but he's even ignoring me and would barely even look at me and the people who he used to hang out with, but stopped once we started hanging out, he went back to hanging out with them again. I don't really have a lot of regrets and I don't even regret coming out to my parents, but the one thing I do regret is confessing my feelings to Nathan because I had no idea he would just stop talking to me all together.

I miss his cute laugh, his sweet smile, his childish antics and his caring personality. I miss everything about him and now I know for sure that I am in love with him. I might not know that much about love since Nathan's my first love and I haven't really seen love between my parents, but I know I feel love for Nathan because I can't stand being away from him and I miss him dearly. My heart hurts more for him than it did when I got a negative reaction from my parents when I came out to them. If that's not love then I really don't know what it is.

Finally, Friday rolled around and part of me felt like I could finally take a breather and not have to see Nathan act happy when he's not with me, but not seeing him at all hurts me even more. I've been so hurt by this situation that I stopped eating entirely and I pretty much just sleep all day so I wouldn't have to sit up and think about him. I think my mom has been talking about taking me to see someone, but obviously my dad feels like I'll just get over it.

So when Friday came around, I stayed out a little later than usual because I didn't want to be at home at all. I've just been spending my time at the park, watching couples and friends hang out together and hanging out on the bridge, watching the water go by, but eventually I left because it reminded me too much of the night when Nathan first asked me to sleep with him. That was probably one of the happiest times of my life. Not because I got to sleep with Nathan, but because I got the chance to curl up in bed and just be with him.

After staying out late, I decided to finally go home and to be honest, I wasn't worried about getting yelled at by my parents for being out late. That was actually the least of my worries. My biggest worry was Nathan finally talking to me, only to have him say he wants to break up. My second biggest worry is him finding some other guy to sleep and hang out with.

Once I stepped through the door, my dad was waiting for me on the other side. He was sitting in a chair in the living room with the small lamp light turned on. It almost looked like that scene from the powerpuff girls where that one woman that the Professor was dating, was waiting for the girls to come home. I stood there, wondering what he was going to say.

"Hi, Dad..." I said, softly.

"Where have you been?" He asked, sounding cold.

"I...was out."

"Out where?" He asked, glaring at me.

"I just went walking around." I said, not seeing any problems with that.

"Have you been with that Nathan kid?"

I narrowed my eyes. "What? No. We're...we're not speaking to each other."

"Don't lie to me." He said, standing right up and walked up to me.

I was a little taken back, but I held my ground.

"I...I'm not lying! I haven't seen him at all today! Not even at school!" I said, feeling my voice rising in my throat.

"Don't you raise your voice at me and I can tell when you're lying!" He said, raising his voice also.

"HOW!? How could you possibly be thinking that you know EVERYTHING about me?! YOU DON'T!" I shouted.

"You're right. I DON'T and you want to know why? Because you're not my son. My son wouldn't be gay and going off having sex with guys!" He shouted back.

"I..." I was shocked that my dad even said that. I didn't even know what to say to that except feel hurt.

"M-mom told you...?" I asked softly.

"Of course she did. I have a right to know what you've been doing these days and quite frankly, I'm horribly disgusted."

"How could you...how could you want to suck some guy's dick? Or have him fuck you in the ass? How? You think that's sexy? A turn on?"

I felt my fingers curl up in my hand and then I looked at my dad, straight in the eyes, feeling tears form in the corners of my eyes.

"Y-yes..." I started, my voice shaking.

"Yes, it's a turn on for me. I enjoy it and no I haven't suck Nathan's dick yet, but I would like to. Why? Because he's my boyfriend and I enjoy being with him!"

Right at that moment, I felt something hard smack me in the face and the wind got away from me. I felt my body slowly fall to the hard wood floor and once I hit the ground, I had a hard time getting back up because all of a sudden, my dad started kicking me in my sides and chest.

"FUCKING FAGGOT! IF I KNEW MY WIFE WOULD BE BIRTHING A PERSON LIKE YOU, I WOULD'VE HAD HER ABORT YOU!" His voice boomed loudly.

Hearing those words from my own parent started hurting just as much as Nathan not speaking to me anymore. I knew my dad didn't approve of our relationship or even me liking a guy, but the fact that he's thought this and felt this all this time hurts right in my core. I couldn't get up at all and all I've felt was the strength of his foot pressing down on my chest and rib cage and suddenly, it felt like something inside me cracked or popped.

"DAVID! STOP!" I suddenly heard my mom screaming as she ran into the living room, but I didn't get the chance to see her because I suddenly blacked out.

"STOP! PLEASE!" Elaina, Simon's mom, shouted at her husband as she tried pulling him off their son.

Once she managed to make him back away from the unconscious Simon, she knelt down and held Simon in her arms, staring at him like a baby. Tears ran down her face so she quickly wiped them away before fishing her phone out of her pants pocket and dialed for the ambulance.

"Don't even bother-"

"David, not now, please. Just shut up." She told him.

"Yes, can you please send an ambulance!" Elaina said then she gave the person the address before hanging up and tending to Simon.

Once the ambulance arrived, Elaina got into the truck with Simon, but before she did that, she kicked David out and threaten to call the police if he hasn't left before she comes back home.

...

At the hospital, the doctor looks Simon over, who was laying in bed, still unconscious and had wires hooked up to him. Finally, he turned to Elaine and told her the news of her son's condition.

"Will he be alright?" She asked, worried.

"He'll be quite alright. He has some bruising, obviously and one of his ribs popped, but we were able to put it back in place and bandage him up so all he needs right now is some rest so make sure you watch over him carefully alright? And call if anything new happens." The doctor explained.

Elaina smiled happily, crying. "Thank you so much, Doctor." She said then watched him leave before walking over to Simon's bedside and sat in the chair next to him then she grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

"You'll be okay, honey. You'll be okay."