No Exceptions boyxboy (Editing, 3 Part Series)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8- The Speak of The Devil

I got home late that night. Nick and I had been watching the stars in his hamock. I was so comfortable, I fell asleep in his arms.

When I got home, the light in the living room was on. Uh oh.

I opened the door to find my mother and father sitting on the couch, staring at me.

"I don't want to yell, Bryce. But you do realize it's 3 in the morning?" my mother said

"I-"

My father cut me off, "What's this I hear about you and Nick?" he raised his eyebrow.

Shit. How the hell does he know?

"What have you heard?" I raised my eyebrow back at him.

"I wanted you to tell-"

I cut him off," Obviously you know something so tell me dad, what do you know? Whats so important that you had to wait until 3 a.m. to tell me? Cause any other night you wouldn't have cared." I questioned

"We heard that you and that Nick kid have been getting close. Too close for our comfort." My mom blurted out.

"Isn't that for me to decide?" I was getting teary eyed.

"Is there something you'd like to tell us?" dad asked

A tear made it's way down my face, "Okay fine. You really want to get into my personal life? I'm gay, dad. There. A homosexual. You know? The people you hate?" I cried

My mother and father stared at me.

"Son," my mother started

"You know, maybe I would've told you if I wasn't so afraid you would be mad at me. You treat them like their abominations!" I yelped

"THAT'S BECAUSE THEY ARE." My father yelled at me. I winced. I felt a ton of bricks pile on me.

"No dad, they're not! I'm one of them! I'm perfectly normal, perfectly healthy!"

"Honey-" my mom again started but my father interrupted her,

"I want you out." he simply said.

"What?" I gasped

"You heard me, I want you out of my house. I'm not living in the under the same roof as a faggot."

I ran upstairs and packed my bag. I threw in some clothes, my charger, a book, and grabbed my back pack. I hurried downstairs and ran out the front door. i slammed my bag into the trunk of my Jeep and got into the drivers seat. I turned the ignition and drove towards Nick's house.

I knocked on the door. In an instant, the door opened.

"Bryce?" the ragged voice said.

I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. His t-shirt was getting damp from the fresh wave of tears running down my cheeks.

He soothed me, "It's okay, it's gonna be okay." for ten minutes in the hall-way of his apartment.

After another 3 minutes of crying, I stepped away from him and wiped the remaining tears off.

"Why the bag?" he asked

"My parents found out. About me. My father kick-" he pulled me into another hug before I started to cry again.

He let go and picked up my bag. Then he led me into his apartment. From only being here once, it already felt like home.

"I'm sorry I don't have a bed but-"

"It's fine." I assured

I went to sleep that night in Nicks arms. His soft beating heart was the last thing I heard before drifting off into a deep sleep.

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I dreamed that I was home. With my parents. And they went to hug me, but instead, my father pulled out a knife. He knocked me onto the floor and carved 'ABOMINATION' onto my arms. Then he craved the word 'SIN' onto my stomach. Blood streamed down my whole body, killing me slowly. Mty father lit the match and threw it onto my body, and I bursted into flames.

I woke up screaming.

"Bryce, Bryce, it's okay. You're safe here. No one is going to hurt you. I'll keep you safe."

My tears were running down his bare chest now.

"They," I choked

"I know, I know, you were yelling it aloud while you were sleeping. You don't have to say anything about it." He hugged me tighter.

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When I woke up, in the morning, my face was still damp with tears.

I was alone on the ha-mock, now. I smelt food cooking in the kitchen though.

I grabbed the blanket, that had been placed around me, and pulled myself out of bed. As I made my way to the kitchen, I looked out the windows that lined the wall. The sun was just coming up over the small skyscrapers in our town. It was so small, an it made me smile.

"Mhhhmm, smells good," I tore my gaze from the window and forced myself to look at Nick.

He was wearing boxers. Just boxers.

I could see his abdominale muscles. Uhhh.....

"Oh, sorry. I'm not used to wearing clothes in the house." he informed me

"Not a problem," I smirked, "What's for breakfast?" I asked

"Strawberry pancakes. I remember you saying that they're good so.."

"Perfect." I smiled.

He smiled back and gave me a quick hug before leaving to the bedroom. I didn't want him to get dressed but oh well. Strawberry pancakes. Even the thought of them had my stomach grumbling.

"Hungry?" he yelled from his bedroom

"Definitely." I assured as my stomach growled.

After I finished my second plate of pancakes, Nick washed the dishes.

"You don't have to go to school today, you know, I could always get them to write you off as EXCUSED." he mentioned

"And how exactly do you do that?'

"I have my ways." he smiled

I threw my hands in the air "I don't want to know." I turned around to go to the bathroom. I really need a shower. All that crying made me worn out and disgusting.

"Are you taking a shower?" he yelled over the running water.

"Yeah, why?" I asked

"I need to go out." he admitted.

I made an 'O' shape with my mouth. He's hungry.

Before he could leave though, I stopped him half-way out the door.

"Nick?"

He turned, "Yeah?"

"Thanks for being there for me, ya know, when yesterday..."

He smiled, "Just doing a favor for a friend." And he was gone.

I sighed, sitting down grumpily, "Friend."