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Author's Note:
Well, chapter 8 is here. I'm sorry it took so long. More things are happening in this one and there's some heavy things too. I hope I did well/ You can give me your comments at mystories92@gmail.com.
Thank you Jamie for your support and pushing me to get this chapter done. Thank you David for editing it. Now read on!
Not a fantasy after all.
Chapter 8: Date and Devastation
Cian
I lay on my bed, on Sunday, with my cellphone in my hand catching up on my stories, one in particular. I think that what happened between Dean and I should have been a warning to me to stop reading Dean's story, but I couldn't stop. I must be some masochist. I just needed to know what was going on in his life. I missed two chapters and was reading the one before the last one posted. As I was reading, my eyes suddenly went wide.
Oh. My. God!
This couldn't be happening. "I love my teacher... I want him more than anything in the world. I know this might seem wrong, but I can't help my feelings. Whenever he walks into the class, my body vibrates from the feelings that course through my body for him," I read. He was really in love with me. I continued reading the chapter finished and moved on to the next one. I dreaded what I would be reading, and sure enough, what happened between us in the boys toilets at school was written on Dean's Dream. The kiss that practically changed my world... The truth was that I couldn't deny my feelings for him any longer. But the fact remained that I couldn't act on anything. I was the teacher and he was the student.
I heard a knock at the door and told the person to enter. I switched off my phone and put it on the side table next to my bed. It was Kayla that had knocked. She came in and sat down on the bed.
"Come on bozo, spill!" she commanded.
My first instinct was to deny that anything was wrong with me, but before I could utter a word, I thought again. I think I needed help with this situation, and Kayla was my only close friend. So I decided to come clean with. "Dean is definitely gay."
Kayla rolled her eyes, "You know what? I'm not surprised at all."
I smiled. Of course she wouldn't be. "And another thing... I love him." I added. Kayla rolled her eyes again. Nothing new there. I think she knew it all along.
"And another thing... we kinda, sort of... kissed." I said softly.
"WHAT! But this is big medicine!" she screamed.
"Ow bitch! My ears," I said and hit her with my cushion. She only laughed at me.
"And there's another thing..."
Kayla stopped laughing and looked at me with narrowed eyes, "Don't tell me you nailed him too!"
"Hellfire and damnation girl! Of course not." I glared at her. "This is serious. He, uh, loves me..."
"Oh..." she said, and dropped down on her back next to me. "This is serious."
"Precisely, and he doesn't know that I know how he feels about me." I said.
"And how would you know how he feels about you?" she questioned.
Damn! "Uh, doesn't matter," I stated emphatically.
"You pervert, I know what you've been doing," she said with an evil grin on her face.
I was mortified. "Have you been snooping through my phone?" I exclaimed.
"No, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Dean probably has a story on one of those erotic stories websites and you coincidentally came upon it and him. What are the odds?" she laughed.
I elbowed her in the side and harrumphed, folding my arms and staring ahead with a scowl.
"So what are you going to do?" She asked me quietly.
"I don't know. I can't be with him. I'm his teacher." I stated, mostly to myself.
"Screw that! You're only seventeen for God's sake. It wouldn't be illegal. And the school doesn't have to know," she argued.
I sighed, "What do you suggest I do?"
"Start at the beginning. With a date."
I stared at her for a moment. "I'll take it into consideration," I told her finally. She seemed satisfied with my answer. But there was still one person that I could get advice from.
I took a bus down to the hotel Julian was staying at and made my way up to his floor. I knocked on his door and waited. A few seconds later he opened the door, a cellphone attached to his ear. He was conversing in Spanish and it sounded very formal and businesslike. His eyes lit up when he saw it was me and he motioned me in hurriedly. He was wearing grey trousers and a pale blue shirt that made his eyes go bang! I made my way over to the sofa and sat down while he finished his phone call. He was pacing up and down in socked feet and looked at me now and then. A minute later he clicked his phone shut and sat down next to me. We hadn't had the chance to spend much time together this past week; what with me teaching and him being busy most of the time with his shipping company. But it was the weekend now and I had some free time. I was actually lucky to catch him here at all.
"So what brings you here, son?" he asked me lightly. My heart warmed when he called me his son. I was getting used to his presence in my life.
"I need your advice," I told him. He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. "There's this boy, that I like," I was a little nervous about talking to him about things like this, but he seemed comfortable. "He likes me too, but he doesn't know that I know. Does that make sense?" He nodded.
I continued, "I've thought about him a lot, but I know that we can't be together. You see, he's in one of my classes that I teach." I stopped and remained silent for a few seconds. "What should I do?"
He thought for a moment, rubbing his chin with his hand. I smiled a little at that.
"Hmm, I can tell this is more than just an attraction," he looked at me, "And from what I know about the law here in the states is that you're not legally an adult yet, so maybe, getting together with him might not be bad."
"But what the student teacher thing? I mean, it wouldn't be ethical for me to have a relationship with one of my students." I told him confidently. I was mostly confident that I knew between right and wrong.
"Oh Cian, if only you knew about all the unethical things that people do every day of their lives," he sighed.
"But that doesn't mean that I have to do those things," I challenged.
"I know, and that's not what I'm trying to say. Look, your still under age here, so go on a date with him. Keep it low key from everyone else; let a few people you trust know about it. But... once you turn eighteen you have to break it off. You'd have to wait until he reaches that age. You could get into big trouble then if the wrong person were to find out."
Julian squeezed me and then said, "Don't worry about being unethical. Love is never unethical. It is what is and does what it does. Also remember to keep your eyes and your heart wide open."
"What does that mean?" I asked him, my face taking on a frown.
"You'll understand one day..." he said.
At school, the next day, the only thing I had on my mind was Dean. I had thought about what Julian had said to me and figured that he was probably right. But how do I work up the courage to ask him out? I've never done this before. A whole lot of emotions were going through me at the moment, but I managed to keep my head during classes, anxiously awaiting the period when I would have Dean's class. I paced around the classroom, seemingly observing the students as they worked, managing to bring up a mistake or two that students were making and having them make corrections.
In truth, the more I thought about Dean, the stronger my feelings toward him got. To think that I would be falling for a guy in a story I thought was fictional, but in fact real, should be ridiculous! But it wasn't. Dean was someone who only yearned for that affection that he couldn't get anywhere else. Even though both of his parents loved him and he had a great relationship with his best friend, he still needed more. From the stories I knew that life at home for Dean wasn't always good, and I found myself wanting to give him that affection, that... love.
I checked the time on the clock and told the students to finish up and clean. One more period...
Dean
I spent the weekend going out with my father while my mother stayed at home, in some foul mood. Luckily it was pleasant weather, even though it was fall, and my father took me out to different places. We spent a couple of hours at a fair, going on different rides and playing different games. I would have enjoyed myself, but my father seemed to be brooding over something and it somehow made me feel that I was spending the last few happy hours I ever would with my father.
My feeling wasn't wrong though. On Sunday evening, when we were all sitting around the dinner table, my father said that he was moving out. I blinked, but managed to keep my face blank of all emotion, which wasn't easy. I looked up at them, waiting for the rest. They expected some sort of outburst from me, but when they didn't receive any, they glanced at each other, wondering whether something was wrong with me.
Dad, cleared his throat before fumbling his way into an explanation, but I stopped him with my raised hand. "It's okay," I told them, "you're not happy anymore. I guess it was inevitable that one of you moved out."
"Dean..." my mother began with tears in her eyes.
"No, I'll be fine," I lied, struggling to keep my eyes from watering. "Would you excuse me? I'm done and I'd like to check my homework for tomorrow," I said, pushing my chair away from the table and getting up.
They'd tried to keep me sheltered from their conflict, but I wasn't stupid, and the walls weren't all that thick. I knew that this would happen sooner or later. I trudged up to my room and by the time I got there, my face was already wet with tears. I closed the door and went and lay on my bed, burying my face in the pillow, before I finally gave in to soft sobs. I heard a knock on the door, but ignored it. Whoever was there didn't knock again and left. I fell asleep like that, my face wet, my eyes puffy and the last good thought I had was that I'd be able to see Cian tomorrow.
The next day at school, I walked to Mr Jansen's classroom with hesitant feelings. Ever since we kissed that day in the boy's toilets, he's been a little aloof with me. At first it stung, but then I realized that he was a teacher and that if anyone found out, he could lose his job. Still, I couldn't help but continue to fall in love with him. Besides the fact that he was the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen, with his beautiful hair, deep chocolate brown eyes, and full kissable lips, he was smart and caring and gentle and so mature for his age. Everyone loved him and he was an excellent teacher. I would stand in the hallway when he passed and I'd see all the girls staring at him. I had to admit that I felt a little jealous. If I could be with him, every bad thing in my life wouldn't matter as long as he was with me. I could face my parents impending separation and divorce and learn to accept myself as a gay teenager.
But that couldn't happen. That kiss was a fluke and wasn't meant to happen. At night I'd close my eyes and think back to that moment, when in my humiliation and despair, he came to me and comforted me. He embraced me and held. And when our lips inched toward each other and finally touched, I was happy. Happy for that moment. Happy that a dream had come true for me.
So I made my way into the classroom, which is actually a kitchen and took my place at my workstation as I fished my clean apron out of my backpack. I placed my backpack underneath the workstation and went to the little sink near the door to was and sanitize my hands. Mr Jansen was sitting at his desk, grading some papers while the class filled up with students. When the bell finally rang for class to begin, he set aside the papers, made his way to the sink as a few stragglers stumbled into the kitchen. He smiled at their tardiness as he washed his hands. I silently sighed as I stared at his derriere while he bent slightly to wash his hands. It was firm and pert and round in his snug blue jeans. He dried his hands and stood in the centre, staring at us with a faint smile.
"Good morning students, I hope you had a lovely weekend?"
The students murmured their positive agreements.
"Great! Because I have some news for you. I will be hosting a meeting this afternoon in which two representatives of each class that I teach will attend. We will be discussing the planning of this year's upcoming senior and junior prom. The senior class has agreed to combine the two events and make it one. The two classes will be organizing the event together. Now, I don't want to say anymore about that. I want you to nominate two people in the class to represent you at the meeting this afternoon." He looked at us expectantly.
Everyone looked around. The class was silent and nobody seemed to want to do it, even though this was an important event in our school career.
"Come now, I'm sure you wouldn't want me to CHOOSE any of you, right? So hurry up and make you nominations," he said, folding his arms with a cute smirk on his face.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I found myself lifting up my hand and volunteering to be one. When I realized what I was doing it was too late to rescind. I could feel the blush creep up my face and I was mortified with myself. Why the FUCK would I DO that! I guess I just wasn't thinking and was just too in love with him that I wanted to please him.
He smiled, "Wonderful! Thank you, Dean, for volunteering. Anyone else?" he asked, looking at the faces of my classmates.
"Dude, are you okay?" Josh jabbed his elbow into my side. "You're pale."
I cleared my throat, "Uh, yeah, I'm good."
Another girl in my class volunteered. Mr Jansen continued with class, making it fun for everyone. It seemed as if we were gradually moving on to more complex dishes. But, yeah, class was fun.
The bell rang signalling the end of class and the beginning of lunch. The students made their way out of the class. "Dean, could you stay behind a moment?" Mr Jansen asked from his desk. He was sitting with his hands clasped on the table, with an almost hesitant smile n his face. He seemed to look a little nervous, and that made me feel the same. Did I do something? I started trembling a little. I told Josh I'd meet him and Danielle in the cafeteria in a bit and he left.
I made my way over to him and stood there, my heart beating a tattoo in my chest. My throat felt dry, looking at him, and I swallowed hard. My palms were sweaty and my scalp felt itchy. Mr Jansen looked up at me and his smile faltered a little. Something was up.
"Uh, is everything okay Mr Jansen?" I asked, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.
His bright smile returned and he nodded. For some reason I started blushing and I felt like fidgeting, so I clasped my hands behind my back.
"For this minute... call me Cian." He said. This made me think that it wasn't school related. "I want to... ask you... something." I could have sworn I saw his hand trembling, but he moved his hands to his lap. Whatever he had to say must be really important.
He continued, "I know we don't know each other that long and... well, I was wondering... if you'd like to, you know, go... out with... me?"
At first, I couldn't comprehend what he was asking me, but then, when I realized, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, I wanted to jump for joy; I wanted to faint, die and go to heaven. Was this real? Did Cian Jansen really just ask me out? Was this some sort of practical joke?
But then I remembered that day in the boys' toilet, when we kissed and I could have kicked myself in the head! What straight boy would kiss another guy like that? None that I knew of anyway, and that left the stupidly honest conclusion that Cian was, in fact, gay. When I realized that, it was as if a whole new world of possibilities opened up to me. Like my life wasn't so bad after all, that there was happiness for me. This all happened in the space of three seconds.
I looked at Cian. I opened my mouth a few times, but nothing came out. Ugh! I mentally shook myself out of my wussiness and smiled at him. I could feel my eyes watering and I struggled to keep my tears of joy contained until I could rush home and bury my face in my pillow and scream and cry from happiness.
"I... I would like that a lot Mr... uh, Cian. I'd love to go out with you."
Cian's smile became more bright and genuine. His whole body practically brightened and became sexier to me. "Great! Wonderful! Uh, will Friday be okay with you?" he asked.
I nodded, not sure how I was going to make it through the rest of the week.
"Okay, I'll come over after school on Friday and we'll go out for dinner and a movie... unless, you'd like to do something else?"
"No-no, dinner and a movie is cool," I said, my body practically vibrating.
"Good, well... enjoy your lunch, well, as much as you can. I'm trying to develop a better menu for the school, none of that food is good for anyone," he rambled as we made our way to the door. He was so cute when he rambled.
I sighed and told him I'd see him around. My life didn't seem so bad right now.
Cian
Omigod! I did it. I really did it! I'm absolutely trembling right now. I was giddy and sweaty and a little exhausted from trying to keep my composure while asking Dean out. I've finally set things in motion that could affect my life. And I loved it! Something good was finally happening to me.
I spied Kayla outside the classroom and dashed to the door. She hadn't seen me yet. I wrenched the door open, swiftly looking to see if anyone else was in the hallway and yanked her into the classroom. She yelped and was about to punch as I slammed the door shut.
"Whoa, there sugar! It's just me."
She huffed, "Damn it Cian! Are you trying to get your balls crushed? You never, ever do that to a woman of my caliber," she ranted.
"Oho! A woman you are now? Ha-ha, I've practically got tears in my eyes from mirth and amusement. Nevertheless, I've got news for you. I DID IT!"
"Did what?" she asked me comprehension the furthest thing from her mind.
"Oh! Sometimes I wonder if you aren't really blond. But I did it. I asked Dean out!" I exclaimed, ready to praise the Gods.
As it dawned on her, a smirk appeared on her beautiful face, giving her a pixie-like appearance. She set her hands on her hips in a pose, "Why Cian you dastardly efficient horny-homo you. You sure work fast, don't you?"
I snarled at her, "Shut up Lilith, Queen of the parasites."
She laughed and then grew serious, "I happy for you Cian, really. And Dean's a good kid."
I blushed and snickered, "Thank you. I'm taking him out Friday night for dinner and a movie."
"Awesome! Now, if you'll excuse me, I actually have to buy me something to eat, unlike you who only have to look at a pantry to whip up gold." She cackled and minced out of the classroom, leaving me to my euphoria.
The week passed achingly slowly, but I was comforted by the fact that I could see Dean every day. We shared smiles with each other at every chance we got, briefly staring in each other's eyes. Dean had such staggeringly beautiful eyes. I fall into them whenever I catch them staring at me intently. I knew he regarded me with the same feelings and I took solace in that. That he loved me as much as I loved him. Very few words were spoken to each other during that snail-paced week. We didn't have very much time. On Monday after school we had the meeting to come up with ideas for the junior and senior prom. I sent them all home with the request that they organize themselves and delegate tasks to each of them.
On Thursday afternoon I went to visit Julian at the hotel. We were relaxing in front of the TV when I told him that I had asked Dean out. He smiled and hugged me, "I'm proud of you, son." I beamed at that. We really were getting close. Now the only thing left was to have my whole family here with me. We spent the afternoon just lounging around, getting more comfortable with each other. I realized before I left that I hadn't had one erotic thought about Julian in awhile, and that made me breathe a sigh of relief. It meant that I could really be myself around him, and not feel uncomfortable. I was starting to think of him as my father.
Finally Friday arrived, and with it came all the feelings of anxiety and apprehension. What if I wasn't good enough for him? What if I embarrassed myself in front of him? I could see myself blundering throughout the entire date. Do we kiss at the end of the date? I was almost ready to call Dean and postpone. Luckily Kayla put a stop to that.
"Enough!" she barked. "What's gotten into you? Where is that confident, happy, gay friend of mine? What's happening tonight is simple. You're going on a date, not meeting the president. Just be yourself. Isn't that who Dean fell in love with?"
She was right. I just had to relax and be myself. Dean was just another ordinary guy whom I happened to be in love with, quirks and all. No, Dean came to be so much more than an ordinary boy to me. I wanted to make him happy. Tonight I was going to make him forget about his troubles at home, even if it was only for a few hours.
Surprisingly, the day flew by. I felt relaxed and confident. I smiled at Dean when I saw him. The students were generally well behaved throughout the day, and that helped to keep my mood going strong.
I got home with enough time to spare before I was due to pick up Dean. I showered, picked out a sexy out fit to wear, styled my hair with a little help from Lilith herself. Kayla was teasing me throughout the entire week, but I took in good spirits, she was my best friend. The fag hag. I snickered to myself at that. I was to get Dean at six and then Mr Tennyson would drive us to the mall and pick us up again at eleven.
I was really happy with the Tennyson's. They accepted my homosexuality without batting an eye. Mr Tennyson laughed and patted me on my back, "Good for you, my boy!" and that was that. Mrs Tennyson gave me a large piece of chocolate and sighed, "I guess there's no chance you'll be getting together with my daughter and giving me grandkids." We both laughed uproariously while I tried to stuff my face. Mrs Tennyson made a mean chocolate cake, even better that my special recipe.
At five minutes to six I made my way over the street to Dean's house, taking a few deep breaths and smoothing my shirt down. I walked up to the door and knocked.
Dean
I heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" I shouted before my mom or dad could get to the door. I floundered my way down the stairs and opened the door. My breath caught in my throat.
An angel had knocked on my door. Cian was the epitome of eroticism. He was exotic. He wore a pair of blue slim fit jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. He wore a handmade necklace with a single small seashell and two beads. His hair was styled in an emo look with his bangs barely over his magical chocolate eyes, and hair that almost reached his shoulders.
The five seconds after I opened the door was used to survey him only. I didn't need to breathe or do anything else.
"Hi Dean," he said. I was snapped out of my trance immediately and stammered out a hello. I was nervous as hell and hoped I didn't mess anything up.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked me.
I nodded. "MOM, I'M LEAVING NOW!" I shouted.
"Have fun honey!" she replied.
We made our way over to Mr Tennyson, who was waiting for us from their driveway. We both got in the backseat and settled down comfortably as we drove to the mall.
"What movie would you like to see?" Cian asked me.
I shrugged, not really thinking about, "Anything you want, so long as it isn't chick flick."
"Pity, I kinda like chick flicks," he said.
I turned to look at him and saw that he was grinning. We both started cracking up, Mr Tennyson adding his deep chuckles too.
"Why don't we see `Avatar'?" he suggested.
I immediately brightened at that, "Sure, I haven't seen it yet and I hear that it's extremely good."
He chuckled, "We'll see."
I sighed, indulging my need to stare at him. This was a dream come true.
We decided to have dinner first as the movie was gonna be quite long. When Mr Tennyson dropped us at the mall, we made our way to a pizza parlor. We ordered one large pizza and shared it between us. I kept staring at him throughout. My nervousness had subsided somewhat, but I shuddered every time I looked I looked into his eyes.
"Tell me about South Africa," I asked him as we were finishing our pizza.
He sat back and looked up towards the ceiling in thought. "Well, I'm from Cape Town. South Africans call it the mother city and it has many different historical sites. South Africa's not all that different from the USA. We have our large cities and breathtaking beaches and gardens. Cape Town was my home all my life. South Africa is full of culture, what with it having eleven official languages and all, but, it was my home."
"And your family?" I was hanging on every word he spoke. It was like a treasure trove of knowledge about him that I would always hold dear.
He got a wistful smile on his face as he thought about his family. "I grew up in a middle class family in a fairly good suburban area. There was me, my mother and father, my little brother Jimmy and my aunt. I suppose I grew up in happy family. I left school in the ninth grade to pursue studies in hospitality, so I enrolled at a college that offered the course. I studied hard and ended up one of the top students. I was fourteen when I started..."
"Anyway," he continued, "I did well and I was happy... but a few years ago, my dad got sick. He was diagnosed with Creudzfeldt-Jakob disease, a degenerative disease of the nervous system. He... uh... he died within two months. There's no known cure for it."
My heart was aching for him. He looked so sad. He must have loved his father. "I'm sorry, Cian..."
"No apologies necessary, I've grown to live with it." He pasted a smile on his face and looked at his watch. "We should probably get going if we're going to make the movie."
I nodded and got up. Despite the fact that we'd touched on a sore subject, I was happy. Happy to be with him, happy to be able to just look in his eyes. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, caress his jaw, rub our noses together and shove my soul into him through his eyes. I loved him something fierce.
We paid and made our way to the theatre, bought the tickets and took our seats close to the middle, where there were less people. The theatre wasn't that full, but people always gravitated to the back. We made ourselves comfortable as the movie began. I'd heard a few things about what happened in the theatres when people went on dates, but the only thing I had on my mind, was holding his hand.
He looked over at me and did exactly as I had wished, nut instead of just holding it, he pulled my hand onto his lap. My eyes widened, and my heart beat fast. His hands were warm, a little rough, indicating that he used them well, and my fingers fit perfectly between his fingers. We stayed like throughout the entire movie, occasionally squeezing when we got excited, the movie a perfect ten. When the credits rolled up the screen, there was a little applause. I was a little surprised when Cian snuck a kiss on my cheek. I could feel the heat crawling through my body in the northern and southern directions. It was sweet and made my heart flutter. I wasn't worried that we'd be seen by anyone.
We left the theatre. We had about fifteen minutes before Mr Tennyson picked us up. We stood outside the mall in a quiet area, watching people go by. The stars were twinkling faintly in the sky.
"I really had fun tonight," I told him shyly.
He grabbed hold of my hand and lifted it to his lips in a kiss. Oh my God. I read about guys doing this in the Victorian ages in Europe, but Cian had done the same now, and I felt my eyes water up from the purity of the act.
"I enjoyed myself too."
Then he tugged on my arm to pull me close, oblivious to the people walking by. He snaked his arms around my waist and held me close. I thought back to what I wanted to do to him in the pizza parlor. So I did it.
I looked into his deep chocolate pools, I gently ran my hand through his soft, silky hair, I caressed his strong, angled jaw with the back of my hand, I rubbed my nose against his cute one, and I physically tried to pour my essence into him through his eyes. The moment was so right. His head angled to the left as we moved closer. I could taste his sweet breath. Our lips touched gently, delicately, a chaste, romantic brushing of our lips, sweet and innocent. After a few second he lightly grazed the tip of his tongue against my bottom lip. I shuddered and parted them for him in assent.
Hallowed be his name.
If a kiss was this beautiful, I shuddered to think what would happen when we expressed each other with... wait, let me rather not think about it.
We kissed for a few minutes, savoring each other's flavors, when we were startled by a honking sound. We turned to see Mr Tennyson waiting patiently for us. He had a huge grin plastered on his face. We both giggled and ran to get into the car.
Back on my porch at home we said goodbye.
"Dean... we have to keep this a secret at school. I could lose my job if the school found out."
I nodded, understanding. I wasn't ready to come out either at school. "It's okay Cian."
I kissed him again saying goodnight physically. He left and jogged across the road and entered the house. I sighed and went inside.
I was not expecting what was waiting for me inside. There they stood. My mother and father, just on the other side of the door. By their facial expressions I knew something bad was coming. My mother looked livid, her face flushing red. She had tears in her eyes and a sneer on her face. My father's eyes were wide... and sad, his lips pursed, his shoulders slumped.
"I should have known," my mother said. "Not my son. Not him."
I was confused.
"Have fun with your little fag boyfriend?" she asked
I gasped, almost choking on my tongue. They must have seen Cian and me outside. Oh my God!
"Now Jean, let's not overreact," my dad said, trying to calm my mother down.
"OVERREACT! My son's a homosexual! Betrayed on both sides."
I felt tears come to my eyes and a sob escaped my lips.
"Jean!" my dad said sternly. But my mother wouldn't listen.
"NO! Like father like son, they say," she sneered.
"What!" I said, stunned to my very core. I couldn't be. She's lying.
"Oh yes, Dean, your dad's a fag just like you. Heh, it's the reason out marriage has gone down," she ranted.
I covered my mouth to keep the sobs from escaping. This couldn't be happening. I looked at my dad and he was holding his head in his hands. He looked crushed.
"Please Jean, there's no need to take it out Dean," dad said, trying to reason with her.
"I've had it!" she sobbed. "Leave," she demanded.
I stopped breathing for a minute. She can't really mean for us to leave, can she? She my mother, she's supposed to love me no matter what, right?
"Jean, please!"
"LEAVE!" she screamed before running to the bathroom.
I couldn't keep back the sobs now. My night was perfect, full of teenage love... and now this. I knew it was too good to be true.
"Dean," my dad said slowly. "Go to your room and pack some clothes and toothbrush.
I didn't move.
My dad came over to me and embraced me in a hug. "It's gonna be okay. Just... just go and pack some clothes. Please."
I nodded in to his shoulder and hurriedly made my way upstairs. I never stopped crying the entire time.
A few minutes later my dad and I were in his car driving who knows where?
I was still crying softly, clutching by bag in front of me like it was a lifesaver and I was in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. What were we going to do now?
I looked at my dad, driving the car with a stolid facial expression. He turned to look at me and I could practically see his façade crumble. He stopped at a stop sign and pulled me into his arms and started to cry. It made me cry harder.
"Don't worry, Dean, none of this is your fault. We'll get through this. Your mother will come around. She still loves you."
I didn't believe him. I didn't know what to believe right now.
"Where are we going to go?" I managed to ask him. My dad's arms around me were comforting. He clutched me tightly.
"We'll rent a room at a motel for the time being, but I'll have to find something a little more permanent, later." He looked at me and wiped my tears away, "I love you Dean, always. Don't you ever forget that, okay?"
"I love you too, dad," I sniffled.
He kissed me on my forehead and we started driving again. This was one hell of a day. My life had changed now. I was terrified of what would happen next. Terrified and numb. The only thing still keeping me together was the thought of Cian. I hope he understands.
Author's note:
Once again, thank you for reading. This time I won't take a few months to get the next chapter out.Hehe. Send your comments to mystories92@gmail.com.