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Ch 3: Blurry

Loomer's POV

I watched Ned leave solemnly for a few moments than averted my gaze to the floor. My mother wouldn't be here for another ten or twenty minutes. I knew what my father would do and my mother would go along with it because she has never stood up to him and she never will.

I wouldn't be sent off to military school because they don't let people like me into the military and homosexual people are worse than dirt in my father's opinion. If I'm lucky, I will be able to pack up some stuff before I'm kicked out.

I waited for the fifteen minutes before I saw my mother walk in. My father was working and wouldn't find out about this until my mother told him later. She walked into the office, not even looking at me. This wasn't unusual. I got in trouble a lot but this wasn't like the other times.

She came back out five minutes later with an extremely shocked look on her face, bet she didn't see that coming. The ride home was quiet, and nothing was said when we did finally arrive home. She was ignoring me because once my father found out, I would be gone and there wouldn't be anything to ignore. I shook my head and walked to my room, I needed to pack.

It must have been fifteen minutes before I heard the front door open and then slam closed. Another great day at work, I suppose. I zipped up my duffel bag and grabbed my backpack, both full of clothes and other things that I didn't want to leave behind. Just when I reached to open my door it swung open and hit me square in the forehead. I grunted and stumbled backwards.

"So you decided to ditch class twice in one day, just to go necking with some boy! I never thought my own son would turn out to be a fag! Thought I taught you better than that!" As soon as I collected myself from the hit by the door, I felt something else hit me right in the cheek. Before I realized it was my father's fist, another one hit me dead center in the face, causing a sickening crunch to come from my nose. I remember falling to the ground, one kick blurred into three, and just when I thought I would lose conscious, he stopped.

"Now get out of my house, fag." He may have spit on me, but I wasn't completely coherent. I probably laid there for twenty minutes before I was able to stand up completely without keeling over. Thankfully my bags weren't too heavy or I wouldn't get anywhere. Slowly I made my way out of the house, down the driveway, and toward the park. I figured I could give Ned a call once I got there. It took me an hour to make a fifteen minute trip and by the time I plopped down on a bench, I was sore and I hoped that I wouldn't have to walk anywhere else anytime soon. I took out my cell phone, scrolled to Ned's number, and hit send. He picked up after two rings and greeted me.

"How'd it go?" I asked, trying to speak normally but my swollen jaw was making it very hard.

"I'm grounded for skipping class and my parents were a little weirded out about me being gay but they'll get over it by dinner time. How'd yours take it?" I knew I had to tell him, but I didn't want him to know right now. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "That good, huh?"

"Yeah. They kicked me out." I heard a loud thump and could only assume that he dropped the phone in shock. There was some shuffling and then his voice came on again.

"What are you gonna do now? Do you have somewhere to stay?"

"I don't know what I'm gonna do or where I'm gonna stay. I'm at the park right now, so I'm probably gonna stay here tonight and see if I can find a place to stay tomorrow." There was a pause on the other side of the line and I knew Ned was thinking and I had a good idea what he was thinking, too.

"Stay here. My parents probably won't mind if you stay on the couch." Bless you Ned.

"I don't know, do you really think they would want me staying there?"

"Just ditch the leather jacket, smile nice and big, and they will welcome you with open arms." I was already pulling my jacket off and stuffing it into my bag.

"Done." I heard him chuckle and started to laugh as well before my side started to hurt and I coughed instead.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, so, do you want me to ask my mom to come pick you up or, do you wanna walk?" I didn't really want to walk but getting a ride and letting his mother see my condition wasn't very appealing either.

"I can walk, it isn't that far and it'll give you more time to convince your parents. Plus they will have a harder time saying no if I show up on your doorstep, right?"

"Right, see you in a little while then." he chuckled and hung up the phone.

I hung up as well and grudgingly stood up. It was painful at first to walk, but eventually my muscles started to get a little numb, so it wasn't too bad, but the sun was going down and it was starting to get really cold, after all it was late September. That helped with the numbing process but I was shivering now and I'm pretty sure my lips were turning purple.

I was half tempted to get my jacket back out but I didn't want Ned's parents to think I was some bad boy that went around getting into fights, which wasn't entirely untrue, but I already had mass bruises and I didn't want them to think I picked a fight on purpose. They wouldn't let me stay there and they sure as hell wouldn't let me date their only son. So I endured.

When I did finally reach Ned's house, it was almost dark, my limbs were practically frozen, and I'm pretty sure I caught hypothermia. I rung the door bell and heard someone shout.

"Don't worry, I'll get it!" It was Ned of course. "What took you so...long?" The transition from a look of happiness to the look of horror that crossed his face would have made me laugh if I could but at this point I'm not sure I could do much of anything.

"Honey, is it that boy you were talking...about? Oh Good Lord! What happened to you young man?!"

"Daddy didn't take it so well." I muttered sarcastically before crumpling to the ground, legs no longer able to hold me up.

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