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Previous parts of Trent's story are indexed here, and this follows on from Snap, Breath, and Shelter..
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tsuki_no_bara. Eden belongs to cicirossi
Comments of any sort are most welcome.
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Well – he wasn’t going back to school, and he hadn’t actually burst into tears, so on average that had gone better than expected.
He’d more or less expected ‘do you have any ideas the sacrifices we’ve made’ and ‘wasting your talent, throwing it away’ and the shrill insistence that he march himself ‘back to that school right now young man’ and apologize to everyone for everything.
He hadn’t expected “I supported you when you came out” thrown at him like that made everything else ok.
He hadn’t expected the wash of anger that came when he heard it either.
He’d only just managed not to say ‘Bullshit’ which is what he was thinking. OK, so they hadn’t exactly beaten him up or thrown him out on the streets, but she’d never once asked if he was ok, or if he had a boyfriend or anything. The couple of times in four years his dad had screwed his courage to the sticking point to try and work that into their ‘Family Time’ conversations, his mom had developed a sudden pressing respect for the privacy of his private life. If she’d actually cared about his privacy all the time she’d been pushing him to find the time to date girls in school, he’d never have had to tell them.
“So that was my one time only input into my own life?” he’d replied.
That was a rude and unreasonable question.
When she declared that she gave up, that she had to speak to his father and they were coming right away to talk some sense into him face to face, he’d said that he wasn’t at the school. The phrase ‘that Abernathy boy’ in his mom’s best condescending voice just made his blood boil.
“Yeah - I’m with someone who actually gives a shit about what I want out of my life, and if I’m ok or not.” He’d said as he hung up the phone, practically shaking,
That was probably a mistake.
Ru Abernathy belongs to the lovely
tsuki_no_bara. Eden belongs to cicirossi Comments of any sort are most welcome.
***** ***** *****
Well – he wasn’t going back to school, and he hadn’t actually burst into tears, so on average that had gone better than expected.
He’d more or less expected ‘do you have any ideas the sacrifices we’ve made’ and ‘wasting your talent, throwing it away’ and the shrill insistence that he march himself ‘back to that school right now young man’ and apologize to everyone for everything.
He hadn’t expected “I supported you when you came out” thrown at him like that made everything else ok.
He hadn’t expected the wash of anger that came when he heard it either.
He’d only just managed not to say ‘Bullshit’ which is what he was thinking. OK, so they hadn’t exactly beaten him up or thrown him out on the streets, but she’d never once asked if he was ok, or if he had a boyfriend or anything. The couple of times in four years his dad had screwed his courage to the sticking point to try and work that into their ‘Family Time’ conversations, his mom had developed a sudden pressing respect for the privacy of his private life. If she’d actually cared about his privacy all the time she’d been pushing him to find the time to date girls in school, he’d never have had to tell them.
“So that was my one time only input into my own life?” he’d replied.
That was a rude and unreasonable question.
When she declared that she gave up, that she had to speak to his father and they were coming right away to talk some sense into him face to face, he’d said that he wasn’t at the school. The phrase ‘that Abernathy boy’ in his mom’s best condescending voice just made his blood boil.
“Yeah - I’m with someone who actually gives a shit about what I want out of my life, and if I’m ok or not.” He’d said as he hung up the phone, practically shaking,
That was probably a mistake.