I woke up to my father screaming for me to get up, letting out a soft groan as I rubbed my eyes; getting up out of bed. I trudged downstairs, walking across the house to the kitchen, sitting down at the table, my dads eyes peering up at me.

"So you were at a friends house?"

A quiet, family discussion went on before we ate- until I decided to grow the balls to tell them that I think I'm gay.

"I-uh.. I need to tell you guys something.." I felt tears dwell in my eyes; afraid of how they'd react.

They both looked at me with curiosity.

"I-i.. uh.. I-I think I'm gay."

I watched them both, my mom just staring; jumping as my father stood up from his chair.

"Excuse me?" 

I sunk down into my seat; tears cascading down my face.

"Get up."

I stood up, looking at my father.

I winced as I felt him hit me; my face immediately burning, feeling something drip onto my lip.

"Chris!" my mom shouted; sounding terrified.

"Get out!" He raised his voice.

"B-but what about d-diner?" I said; my voice small.

"I don't feed sinners." He growled.