How the hell did I get roped into sitting between Sasha and Connie during this? "Sasha! For the millionth time, stop eating directly out of the bucket like a horse!" Connie quietly shouted before leaning across mine and Jean's lap to grab the bucket from the girl who literally had her face buried in it. This shoved me into Jean's side for what felt like the millionth time since the movie started. He gave me an exasperated smile before he was, in turn, shoved into my side when Sasha dove towards Connie's seat to retrieve the bucket back. They are doing this on purpose. I thought bitterly, I can totally see their smug looks every time they shove us onto one another's lap. I don't know what they think they are doing. Jean is such a great guy, and I can honestly see myself liking him, but there is no way in hell he could ever return those feelings towards me."Sasha I swear to god if you don't stop shoving your face in this, I'm going to-" "Will you two quiet down! The movie is almost over!" I heard Eren snap from the right of Sasha. He must have been getting enough of the pushing and popcorn thrown over him since he decided to come up for air from making out with Mikasa long enough to yell at them, as if Mikasa's glare was anything to go off by. The two quickly sat back under Mikasa's intense stare. Thankfully, the rest of the movie finished after only a few minor interruptions from Sasha whenever a semi-scary scene would pop up on the screen.

          As we walked out of the theatre everyone quickly raced over to the arcade, accidentally knocking Connie down. I pulled my phone out of my pocket only to see that I had several missed calls from my dad. "Everything okay?" Jean asked me, noticing me glare at my phone. "Yeah" I responded, dodging any contact with his eyes that I could, "I'm going to step outside and see what my dad needs." I quickly darted past him and the rest of the group. My finger hovered over the call button but before I could gather the courage to press it, my phone started buzzing in my hand. I slowly answered the phone. "H-hello" I whimpered."Where the hell are you?" my father's voice yelled into the phone. "I-I went to the movies with my friends? I told you and mom last night." I heard the door to the theatre open and close slowly behind me. I turned around to see Jean standing at the entrance. "Come home now!" my dad yelled before quickly hanging up. I slowly put my phone back in my pocket. "What did your dad want?" Jean said in a concerned voice. "He's mad again" I responded, "he apparently doesn't remember me telling him that I was going out with you guys today. He just pisses me off." "Well" Jean said, "Why do you put up with him?" "What do you mean?" I asked "I don't really have a choice Jean. He's my dad." He let out a frustrated sigh. "Just because he's your dad doesn't mean you should let him treat you this way! You just let him push you around, literally. Do you not remember your black eye?" I filled up with anger instantly. "You don't know anything about my relationship with my parents!" I screamed, "Why do you even care so much?!" I could feel the tension rising between us as it was blatantly obvious that we were both angry. "B-because" Jean stuttered, "I think that I'm falling for you and I can't bear the thought of someone treating you that way." I completely froze where I was standing. What did I just hear? "W-what?" I managed to stutter out. My anger from moments ago completely disappearing with Jean's words. "I just.. Dammit I didn't want this to happen this way. I-I mean I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it out myself, but I do know that I've never felt this way about someone before, and it's killing me to watch you get hurt all the time." "B-but.. You're straight Jean." I said, still staring dumbly towards the nervous boy in front of me. With a sigh, he stepped towards me and grabbed my shoulders. I suddenly felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. "I-I" I said while stumbling over my own words, "I have to go." "Please" Jean said in a worried tone, "Don't leave."

      "Hey!" I heard Armin yell while walking out of the theatre with the rest of the crew following closely behind. Jean's hand slowly let go of me and I ran to my car, not acknowledging Armin's remark. I sped off from the theatre, leaving Jean and the rest of my friends. What the hell just happened? I thought to myself, Jean is falling for me? I thought he was straight. I'm so confused. I could not believe what had just happened. The scene just kept repeating in my head. I knew that I thought Jean would be a great guy to date but I never would have thought that he would like me as well. I could feel my phone buzzing from the massive amount of texts from Armin and the others. What should I do? I thought to myself. Being so lost in thought, I didn't even realize I had made it home until I was pulling into the driveway of my house. Noticing the absence of my mother's car, I nervously stepped out of my car and headed up the long walkway to the front door. "Marco! Living room, now!." My dad's voice called from the living room as soon as I stepped inside the door. I slowly walked in the direction of his unusually calm voice, only to find him sitting casually on the couch, a bottle of his favorite whisky and a notebook sat on the table in front of him. "H-hi dad, what's up?" I stuttered, nervously. "Care to explain this?" he said pointing to my journal sitting on the table. I swallowed before asking, "What about it." He slowly opened to book and pointed directly at my first entry when I wrote about the horrible things that he had done. "This" he said quietly. "I-I" I mumbled, "was just upset and w-wanted to get my anger out.I wasn't ever going to show someone.." My dad laughed and said, "And what about this?" he said, obviously referring to the parts about Jean, "So you're dating that Jean kid? I knew you were queer." I felt my throat close up at hearing those words. I stared at the floor, trying not to look directly at him. "And you brought another queer into my house. Get your shit and leave." What? I thought Is he really kicking me out? "W-what, dad?" I muttered "Are you serious?" "Get out" he said in his usual, stern voice "No, son of mine is going to live that lifestyle under my roof. When you decide that you want to be a normal human being like the rest of the world you can come back, but now, get the fuck out." I could not believe what was happening. My entire world just flipped upside down. I walked towards my dad to try to talk to some sense into him, but before being able to say anything, I was struck down by his drunken rage. I could feel warm, blood rushing out of my nose. I looked down and saw a sea of red, pooling beneath me. Before trying to get up, I felt a shard blow to my eye as my dad used his other hand to rip my keys out of my hand. My heartbeat pounded in my face as I crashed into the floor, limber. I crawled away from him, glancing up to see pure hatred in his eyes. This was not my dad. "Forget your stuff" he yelled, "just leave. Now!" He rushed towards me, picking me up by the collar of my shirt. I tried to pull away from him, but could not. He overpowered me by his sheer size. Every time his fist made contact with me, I was forced to cough blood onto the figure in front of me. His shirt, as well as mine, was soaked. Eventually, I fought my way away from him and darted out of the door and into the street outside. I could hear the distance screams coming from inside the house.

       Why? I thought to myself, trying to stop the blood from pouring out of my nose What did I do? Without thinking about what just happened, I started running. I was not paying attention to my surroundings. All I could do was run from that hell. Blood was still dripping from my face onto the pavement in front of me. My vision was blurry, due to the new black eye my loving father gave me and not to mention the copious amount of blood I had just lost. I continued to run until I was far enough away from him to just drop. I found myself in a nearby park, thankful that there were not any families nearby. I sat down on the bench at the entrance and sobbed for what felt like an eternity. What did I do to deserve this? I'm not perfect but damn. What am I supposed to do know? I thought to myself, watching a mixture of blood and tears form below me. Then, as if all my prayers had been answered, I felt my phone buzzing in pocket. I looked down at the screen to see that the only person I actually wanted in that moment was calling. "Jean?" I answered.