Daniel's P.O.V

Today is Sunday. Now normally I would be grunting as I got ready for church. But not this time. Today I get to see Joey, my boyfriend. That is still a little weird to say considering we have only been dating for a few days and we haven't seen eachother since he asked me out.

I know that Joey wants me to be openly gay like him. And I know that I want to be openly gay like him. But it really isn't that simple. Having an overly religious family kinda sets you back a few miles. There is alot more obstacles. Sure, Joey's mom doesn't really accept him. But imagine how my dad would react. It just wouldn't work. He already is disgusted by the fact that Joey is gay.

Would it be so bad if I did come out to him? Am I just over thinking things? Would he be accepting of my sexuality? I am going to tell him. No, now probably isn't the best timing. But that's the thing about coming out, it never had a perfect time. It only has your time.

After I am done getting ready I walk to my bathroom and splash water on my face. I can here my dad in the kitchen. Every Sunday he likes to make himself a shake to start off his worship day. He is pouring it into the cup as I walk up and sit on the chairs lined up to the island.

"Good morning Daniel," he says a little less upbeat than he normally is on Sunday's.
"Good morning dad. Listen I gotta talk to you about something," I say. My hands begin to sweat and my brain is going a hundred miles a hour.
"Well first I need to talk to you about something," he says taking a sip of his shake with a murderous look in his eyes. You see, my dad used to abuse my mom. Then, she moved away. She left me with him. He hasn't abused me in a long time. But the look in his eyes right now is the same look he used to get before he back handed me.
"Going by the word of the lord, fags are wrong. Everything about them. I don't like you being around that disgrace of a boy Joesph. That gay fucker doesn't need to be influencing my son. You know what I do to fags like Joesph?" He says walking towards me. I shake my head in fear as he throws me off the chair onto my back. It knocks the wind out of me. As I am gasping for air he begins to kick me in the ribs. Harder and harder each time. I don't think any of them broke but it physically hurts to breath now. I stand up and he punches me in the stomach one more time to knock me back down. I try to stand uo but the pain shooting through my body is just too much to handle. So I just lay there. Helpless. As he stands over me. The old look in his eyes.

"Let me catch you hanging around the fag again and this will happen again you here me?" He says. I can only grown in response as a tear slides down my cheek. I guess a grown wasn't good enough because it infuriates him.
"YOU HEAR ME?!" he shouts as he kicks me in the ribs and walks to his room slamming the door. And I just lay there on the floor as my world spins around me.

The whole car ride to the church was silent. Well, except for my occasional whimper when we would take a corner too sharp and the seat belt would tighten on my ribs.

We pull into the parking lot and my dad parks far from the door.
"Listen here. Don't tell anyone what happened today or it will happen again. Okay? Oh, and don't let me here that you are near the fuckboy. Got me?" He says, "Got me!" He says and then slaps me in the face.
"Yes sir," I whimper out as I just take him hitting me
"Good. Now go sit in that little room that you are always in before the service. I don't want people to question your beaten up appearance," he says as he gets out of the car. I let out a breath I had no clue I was holding in. I get out of the car and walk to the room. I know Joey is going to come in here. What am I going tell him? I'm not supposed to be caught near him? I will have to ask him if we can talk. At his house.

I smile for the first time today when I see my beautiful boyfriend. I walk towards him and engulfs him in a hug placing a few kisses along his collarbone up to his ear and back down again. Touching him makes me feel better about everything that is going on in my life.
"Hello, princess," I say. I guess Joey likes my voice because when I speak to him he shivers. God this boy is perfect.
"Hey baby. I missed you," he says pulling from the hug and just staring me in the eyes. I gladly stare back because his eyes make me feel safe, at peace.
"I missed you too," I say. I then lean in a lets a soft kiss linger on his lips. He whimpers a little when I pull away. I don't think he knows I heard. But believe me, I did
"Daniel I have a question," he says as he took a seat. I took the one right in front of him, "have you came out to anyone other than me yet?" His question sends a wave of anxiety down my body. Why does he want to know? Don't get me wrong, I want to be openly gay and happy with nyself. But the truth is, I don't think I am very happy with who I am. After about two minutes of silence I finally begin to realx.
"I haven't. I don't think I can deal with that right now," I say. My voice kinda trails off at the last word.
"Is it that you're scared to or what because I will be there for you every step of the way," he says reaching out and grabbing my hand. My face turns straight white. Not only because my hand hurts like hell but the thought of my dad finding out that I am dating Joey makes me sick.
"Are you okay?" He says walking towards me to feel my forehead to see if I have a fever. But I yank my face away from his touch. I see the hurt in his eyes.
"Can we just drop it!" I yells. I see tears forming in his eyes. I don't want to make him cry. I make my facial expression soften. I can tell taking my anger and frustration out on Joey wasn't the best idea I have had in the past few minutes.
"I am sor-" he cuts me off,
"Save it. The service is about to start anyways," he says pushing past me. I let the my feelings show through my facial expression. I feel awful that I made him cry.

The whole service we just sat there. We didn't look at eachother once. We did sit in the back, like always. By the time the service was over I
He sprung out of my seat. I soon followed but got lost in the sea of people. Damn. He makes it to his car. As he pulls away I am running towards my car screaming my Joey. I wanted to ask him if we could talk at his house. But obviously he is too pissed to even think about talking to me. Why do I have to be this way? Just because my life is falling apart doesn't mean I have to bring him down with me.

But should I come out to my dad?

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Authors Note:
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