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Joey's P.O.V.

"Where's Daniel?" I say sitting down at the table to eat dinner with my mom and Mr. Preda.
"We assume he fell asleep in your room. Joseph, he told us that you found out," Mr. Preda tells me. How do I respond to that? How do I tell my mom who is supposed to love me and my pastor who is supposed to build me up how this whole thing makes me feel.
"I just don't know why you did it," I say in a very soft voice. My throat is burning and I am taking deep breaths to prevent myself from crying. It happens time and time again, I get upset and I cry. But this time, I need to hold it together.
"We were trying to show you that men are monsters and all they will do to a pretty boy like you is hurt you," my mom says shaking her head and smiling. If she wasn't my mother, I would have punched that smile rght off her god damn face.
"But in the end you two are the only ones who I see as monsters. You blackmailed Daniel into doing this. You made him feel like a coward. To what expense? I don't get it. I really don't fucking get it!" I say raising my voice and slaming my hands onto the table, causing my mom to jump.
"You won't take that tone with us young man," Mr. Preda says standing up to attempt and scare me, it doesn't work.
"You're not my father. You never will be. We know you guys are fuck buddies. We aren't that dumb ya know," I say starring him right in the eyes to show him that i'm not scared.
"We aren't um that. We are in a relationship and we had to do that business somewhere out of the house. Mr. Preda and Daniel are moving in here. But you, you're moving out. We tried to pray the gay away but it didn't work. You need to be packed up and out of here by next week. You have seven days Joseph. You better get started," my mom says to me. One single tear slides down her cheek and she is quick to lift her shaking hand up to wipe it away.
"You're dead to me. It must be terrible to know that you can throw out your own son over something as stupid as him loving someone. I hope you rot in hell, both of you. I hate you mom!" I yell running up the stairs and into my room, with a sleeping Daniel in the bed.

He has bruises and cuts all over him. I guess his dad got ahold of Daniel. In his sleep he looks so much more peaceful. It's almost like nothing has ever happened to him. His features look softer and his lips have a naturally placed smile on them when his face is relaxed. This whole time I have known him, he always has seemed so worried all the time. I mean, I would be too if my dad was the terrible person his dad is. My mom is pretty fucked up too but she has never layed a hand on me.

"Daniel," I say shaking him a bit. I sit on the edge of the bed right beside him and watch as his face contorts as he fights his sleep to wake up. Finally, his eyes begin to peel open and he grunts a little. He stretches his body and then he fully opens his eyes. And I do mean fully because when he sees me his eyes go larger than I have ever seen them. He looks, terrified.
"J-joey. Um," he says and then covers the huge purple hand shaped bruise on his neck with the covers.
"I'm sorry I got mad at you," I say and Daniel's face seems to get more color into it. He takes in a deep breath and I watch as his chest slowly exhales it.
"Why are you sorry? You don't have anything to be sorry about," Daniel says sitting up and putting both hands on my shoulders, shaking me a bit to make sure I fully understand what he just told me. I take my fingers and lightly run them across the bruise on his neck and then look him back in the eyes.
"If I hadn't over reacted like a little bitch, you wouldn't have gotten beat again. I understand why you took the deal. But, you should've told me baby. You can tell my anything so i'm sure telling me that would ha e saved us alot of hell," I say giggling. He looks at me with a hopeful grin and pulls me into a hug. And that is when the water works start happening because I remember I have to be out in a week.
"Um, Daniel. Our parents are indeed a couple. So you and your dad will be moving in here permanently," I say and his face lights up just a little bit more than before.
"So i'll get to see you everyday! Oh that's great news," Daniel says kissing my cheek and letting out a happy giggle. I slightly smile but then it turns into a frown. Daniel picks up on this because he looks at me trying to figure out what is wrong.
"It's not the best because um. My parents kicked me out. I h-have to be out of here in a week," I say and as soon as I say the word kicked, Daniel's jaw drops to the floor and he begins to cry too. He pulls me into a hug and I dig my face into his neck, placing light kisses where I know makes him feel good.
"This is all my fault. I should have never took that fucking deal. God damnit. They don't even know i'm gay. I had to fake coming out to them!" Daniel says. His tone is the saddest I have ever heard him speak.
"Well, if i'm living somewhere else you can come visit me. And uh, we can have more private time together. You can say you're going to spend a week with a friend and just be with me, and only me. You have to find the sweeter side to things, Daniel," I say rubbing the back of his neck trying to make him understand that we can get through this not matter what.
"Okay. But you better promise me that we will always see eachother. Not every other week. I'm going to need t see my 'friend' atleast five times a week," Daniel says smiling and kissing me on the lips to secure the deal.
"Alright, well I need to start packing," I say getting off the bed just to be pulled back down by Daniel.
"It is 10 p.m. You are going to cuddle with me until we fall asleep and not worry about the damn packing. Okay?" Daniel says running his hands through my hair and all over my body before finding my waist and just holding me.
"Whatever you say Danny boy," I say snuggling up to him and closing my eyes, falling asleep instantly.