* Thursday *

Thomas POV

"Thomas !!!" Shouts my mother.

"Yes," I say.

"..." I groan and come down from my bed. I go down the stairs and go into the kitchen. She isn't there. I groan and go to the living room.

She is sitting on the couch.

"Yes???"

"Who is Jemmy?" She asks. I sit in front of her.

"A friend." I say.

"He's a boy?" She asks, frowning. I nod.

"So why..." She shows me my phone.

"Did you tell him you love him?" She asks coldly. I look elsewhere. I don't say anything.

"Thomas," She says coldly. I watch it.

"You love him," She says with disgust. I hardly nod. She slaps me. I remain speechless. I don't look at her. I put my hand on my cheek to soothe the pain.

"I didn't raise a fag," She says with disgust.

"From now on, I'll confiscate your phone. I don't want you to send messages to him anymore, " She says.

Third POV eye

Thomas's father returns to the house.

Thomas POV

"WHAT !!!" I say surprised that the fact that I like one of the same kind as me disturbs her so much. She told me that she wants only my good, but she rejects me.

"What's going on?" Asks my father, coming towards me. His eyes are worried.

"Our son loves boys," Mother says, giving me a furious look. My father turns to my mother to look at him and turns to me.

"Thomas...your cheek..." He says with an anxious tone. His eyes are filled with anger.

He will hate me. He will hit me in turn.

"Jane, you hit him ?? !!" He asks angrily. My mother's face is surprised.

"Yes, but he is..."

"And then ??? !!!!" he says. I watch my father surprised that he takes my defense.

"How dare you hit our son ?? !!" He asks.

"I...I..."

"He didn't feel well and could not eat properly. And you add something else ??? !!! " He massages his temples.

"Come on Thomas. I'm going to heal your cheek, " He says. He goes to the bathroom, I am.

"Sit on the edge of the tub," He says calmly.

"Dad?" I ask.

"Yes?" He says looking for disinfectants. "Are not you mad at me?" I ask shyly. He looks at me confused.

"Because I'm..."

"Thomas...it's true that I would have preferred you to be straight, but.....it's your choice and I can not change that." he's smiling.

And to say that I doubted he could not understand me.

"Who is the one who has your heart?" He asks.

"His name is James." I say, smiling.

"Does he make you happy?" He asks. I nod.

"So don't leave him like all the girls you hurt," He says. I shake my head.

"James is different from all the girls I came out with. He loves me for what I am and not for my physique, " I say with a smile.

"All that matters is that he makes you happy," He says.

* after a little while *

"It should be okay for a few days," He says . I smile at him.

"Thanks dad," I say.

"You're welcome," He says.

"Thank you for understanding me." He looks at me and smiles at me.

"You can go to your room, I'll talk to your mother," He says. I nod and go to my room.

I sit on my bed and touch my cheek. I think back to the looks my mother gave me.

I stay a moment to think.

I hear the door opening. I see my father smiling at me

"Your phone," He says. I take it.

"Thanks." He shut the door.

I sit on my bed and look at the picture on my phone to forget everything that comes from this past.

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