Merome: Hate is a Strong Word

Chapter 8 (actual 8)

+++ Jerome's P.O.V. +++

My mother walked into our large living room and stood in front of the tv so I could see the game I was playing. "Mom, move please!" I yelled, but she still didn't budge. She crossed her arms and sighed.

"That boy Mitchell got kicked out of his home." I paused my game and looked at her with wide eyes. "You're lucky we don't do the same to you. But until your father and I figure out what to do about our son being gay... go to your room and don't come out unless I order you to or if its school related."

There was a moment of silence, the my Mom pointed in the direction of my room and mouthed the word "go." I stared at the floor as I walked quickly to my room.

I locked the little door to my room and sat down in a bean bag chair. Why on earth would a parent kick their kid out on the street? Isn't family about loving one another no mater what?

Then I realized that Mitch is out on the street, with no where to go. I jump up and open my widow. There is no sign of him, and it looks like its going to rain.

I pull out my phone and dial his number. It made the stupid ringing noise a few times before he answered.

"What." He said harshly. He is obviously upset. "Hey Mitch, where are you?" I asked quickly.

Mitch groaned and I heard a few sniffles. "In some ghetto." He laughs. I open my window, putting him on speaker. "Just kidding, I'm just on the other side of the neighborhood. I'm sitting on some bench, waiting for Jason."

"I'm coming to get you." I say, not realizing that my Mom told me not to go anywhere. "Just stay where you are, okay?" And with that, I hang up and jump onto my roof.

+++ Mitch's P.O.V. +++

"Just stay where you are, okay?" Jerome tells me and the line goes dead. Great. He's coming to get me.

I pull on the good of my jacket, covering my face. I didn't realize how cold it is getting until now.

A few minutes later, Jerome comes running around the corner of the street. I stand up and he runs and pulls me into a tight hug. "Good," he says, panting. "You're okay. That's good." Jerome lets go of me and places his hands on both of my shoulders.
"You're coming to my place."

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Jerome stops at the fence by his house. He looks around for a moment the points to a rusty ladder that is laying by his house.

"I'm not actually allowed to leave my room at the time, so I snuck out. That ladder is our only way in." Jerome shrugged and then approached the ladder.

Great. A ladder. The thing is, I hate ladders. I have bad experiences with them. And now I have to climb one to sneak into someone's room? ugggg.

We set up the ladder so it is positioned under the little slab of roof that is outside I his window. "After you." I say pointing to the ladder. Jerome nods and begins the ascent.

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Jerome pulls me through the window and into his room. He then decides to push the ladder over, not wanting anyone to notice how he got back inside from jumping off his roof.

"I guess you'll be here until you find some where I stay." Jerome says. He sounds slightly happy. "Yeah." I say. "Can I like, sleep in your closet. It's huge and I don't think your Mother will want to go in there as much."

He hands me two pillows and a few large blankets. I walk into his closet and lay down the items so the carpet floor has extra padding. I also set my bag behind some of his clothes, just in case I have to hide it later.

It's getting late, so Jerome and I decide to go to sleep. "Goodnight Mitch!" I hear him whisper-yell from the closed closet door. I roll my eyes and say, "Night." And with that, I went to sleep.

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Sorry this is short. At least I updated, right? I will try to update this more often, okay? Also, I'm probably going to have someone take this story over for a bit so I can focus on school.

-Hstyler.