My Understandings

Austin dropped me off home after we had checked out of the hotel, as soon as I got into the house my parents were sat on the sofa's looking worried and angry. My father stood up as soon as I got into the house, I stood still in my tracks to see what he wanted.

"Alan, we need to talk" he gestured for me to walk into the room where my mother was. He had a stoic expression. The words 'we need to talk' get your anxiety all riled up and you start feeling sick instantly. I didn't like it.
I sat on the sofa, uncomfortably and silently. My mother looked like she had been crying and my fathers face was full of rage.
"We know you haven't been going to any clubs Alan." He snapped. "We know you've been hanging around with that sinner Alan." He continued furiously. What did he mean sinner? He was perfect
"Alan.We will not let you carry on seeing this man. He's dangerous and he had already corrupted you."
I shook my head in confusion "What do you mean corrupted? If anything i'm happier"
"ALAN, are you not aware that you have a stupid hole in your nose, because of him! You have ink imprinted in your skin that can never be erased, because of him! You've not been doing anything towards your religion. We've settled on an agreement."
What. no no no , this can't be what I think it was.
"We're sending you to christian camp. They know what to do with mess-ups like you"
Ouch. Coming from my own father, being called a mess up was not nice. It stung.
"You leave tonight" WHAT NO I HAD TO SAY GOODBYE TO AUSTIN
I shook my head, trying to think they were joking but they weren't. "He leaves tonight! I need to see him before he leaves! Dad please! Just let me see him tonight and I'll go, i'll go without a question or a fight! please!"
He shook his head in disapointment at me. "You're going tonight. no ifs or buts. You're leaving and you won't be seeing that sinner again. Your bags are already packed"
No this can't be happening. Christian camp? that was the least of my worries. I wouldnt get to see Austin tonight, I needed to atleast say goodbye and they wouldn't even let me do that.
"Now hand me your phone" My eyes widend as soon as I heard those words. No! I could atleast call him on this! I shook my head frantically but he persisted. "Give me the phone Alan! dont make me-"
"Make you what dad?! You're already half way to messing my life up!" Before I could say a word more my fathers flat hand swatted across my face. He's never hit me before, it stung. Physically and mentally. I held my cheek in shock. "Now hand me the damn phone!" I still shook my head, he wasnt having it, i needed to speak to Austin. "Have it your way then" what?

His flat hand swung at me again and crashed into my other cheek, it pushed me back and I put my hand on that cheek now, the pain was rushing through both cheeks. What happened to my father? He'd turned evil and he was supposed to be a good man. He snatched the phone out of my jacket pocket whilst I held my cheek in pain and threw it to the floor.
"NO" I screamed but it didn't mean anything to him, he proceeded to slam his foot to the ground with the phone underneath. What was he doing?
"Why is he so important Alan!" He screamed.
I was angry and upset. I didn't know what to feel. "Because I fucking love him!"
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It was silent.
I pretty just came out to my heavily christian parents, telling them that im in love with a man they believe to be a sinner and I also use the word "fucking" in-front of them. I'd never usually say that but they just got me so riled up. My mother was just sat on the sofa, trying not to acknowledge what was going on as my father just stood in shock and anger. And then he spoke.

"I did not raise a faggot!" he growled. "No son of mine will be a faggot!"
I looked at the floor. He was opressing my sexuality. "Then maybe I'm not your son"
He looked at me in rage and took a step forward to me and grabbed the top of my ear.
"You're going right now Alan!" He dragged me into the car and slammed the door on me, ensuring the child locks were on so I couldn't get out. I couldn't fight him. He'd win, easily.
My mother walked outside and passed the bags to my father, they kissed each other goodbye and then my father opened my door and threw my bag at me. He slammed the door closed yet again and got into the drivers seat.
"No son of mine will be a faggot" he looked at me in the mirror "And we will get them tattoos removed when you come home" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. No-way.
All through this all I could think about was not being able to see Austin and him not knowing that i'm not home or actually able to contact him. I hated it. He would leave california thinking I didnt like him or something.
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Austins POV
Once I dropped Alan off home I had to go back to the place I was staying to pack the rest of my things.
I walked into the room and grabbed my back that was half full. I looked around to where I kept most of my clothes and shoved them in, I went to the bedisde table and grabbed my charger and everything and I noticed that a shirt was sat on there. I picked it up and smiled instantly. It was Alans. He must've left it here at the party. I smiled at it, im sure he wouldn't notice if it 'accidently' came to florida with me. Wow, im such a goof, staring at this shirt and smiling at it.
I put it in my bag along with everything else and walked out the door. We had a couple of hours left and Alan said he'd meet me at the park in an hour, he just wanted to go home to change. In the hour that I had before meeting him I had actually got an appointment at a tattoo parlor. I was determined to get another tattoo before I left but this one want for Alan. And i wanted to be able to show him it. It was a pair of lips on my neck, just behind my ear and above the rose tattoo.
Its the place where he always kissed me on my neck, my favourite place to be kissed, especially by him.
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I was sat at the park, waiting for him.
waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
I tried texting and calling him but no reply or response.
I couldn't wait any longer, i had an hour to get to the airport, it was a 45 minute trip as it was.
Where was he? its not like him to stand me up or skip seeing me, especially when its my last day. Surely something couldn't of happened, he was fine this morning and when I dropped him off. I thought i'd atleast knock on his door. I know it was a risky move but I needed to see him. I wanted to talk to him about what it means for us and just talk through things for him. I wanted to come back for him.
I raced down there and knocked on the door and his mother opened the door, took one look at me and closed it in my face. what the hell was going?
"Mrs Ashby, please, is Alan home?" no reply. I asked again, but not reply. Jaxin called me up soon after "C'mon man we've got to go"
I guess that was it then.
He didn't even say goodbye to me.

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