WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HOMOPHOBIC AND TRANSPHOBIC REMARKS AND BEHAVIOR. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Eventually, the bliss came to an end as I knew it would. It was about a week later; I had spent the afternoon at Noelle's as I often did and I had just come home. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my mother and father sitting at the table and the sad, ashamed, and furious looks on their faces told me that I was in the deepest shit imaginable.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to feign innocence. I knew damn well what this was about; or I at least had an idea.

"Paul, I was going through your room this afternoon..." My mother started to say.

"Why were you in my room?" I demanded to know. "That's private!"

"You shut your mouth, you little shit!" My old man shouted as he motioned for my mother to continue.

"Anyway, I was cleaning up when I found these." She said as laid a stack of drawings on the table. They were all of Noelle. She was posing rather seductive poses. Noelle had clearly been trying to turn me on and it had worked at the time. However, I was anything but turned on in that moment.

"You found what you found." I replied in a tongue in cheek sort of way.

"Who in the Hell is this?" My old man inquired. I was trapped with no way out.

"That's Noelle Lawrence, she's my girlfriend." I clarified.

"Horse shit!" he exclaimed. "I have friends in this town, I hear the gossip. He's a one of those tranny freaks."

"Don't call her that!" I shouted.

"I can say anything I want to say about that pansy." My old man shot back. "Why in God's name would you want to be associated with some wussy little boy in a dress?"

"Stop saying that, she is a girl!" I exclaimed. "Get that through your thick skull, She. Is. A. Girl. At least Noelle cares about me and makes me happy!" My old man struck me across the face.

"Don't you sass me, you fag lover!" He shouted as I fell on my ass. "What in the Hell is the matter with you? You and your sister, I raised you two better than this. First she shacks up with a dyke and your screwing around with some limp wrist Nancy boy!"

"Quit talking about her like that!" I shouted through my tears, which were falling down despite my best efforts. "I love her!" The old man's eyes grew wide at my declaration.

"What did you just say boy?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"I said, I love her and she loves me too." I repeated. That earned me a punch in the gut that damn near took the wind right out of me.

"You got some nerve, coming into my house and bringing that shit in." He said. "I ain't gonna have that mongrel in my family."

"I guess that's fair, seeing as we already have one sick animal in this house." I shot back in anger.

"YOU FUCK!" he screamed as he punched me in the face. I recovered quickly and rushed him. We back into the fridge as I laid into him with everything I had. He eventually threw me down and began stomping on me. I rolled out and planted a kick right in his nuts.

"Stop it!" My mom cried as she watched us fight.

"Come on fag, let's see what you got!" My old man taunted.

"You wanna see what I got?"

"Yeah!"

"I got nothing to lose asshole!" I picked up a chain and tried to crush him with it. He took it from my hands and began choking me. I gasped for breath as his hands closed around me and for a second I almost lost consciousness. Finally, my mom doused the old man with a glass of water and he let me go so he could back hand her.

"Fuck this, I'm leaving!" I declared. I refused to be in that house another second.

"Great, about time, Go on!" He shouted.

"Don't worry, I'm gone!" I didn't even go to my room to pack a bag, I just had to light out. I ran out of the house and as luck would have it, it was raining. I went over to Noelle's house and knocked on the door. Mrs. Lawrence answered the door and gasped when she saw me sprawled out on the front step.

"Oh my God, Paul what happened?" I was too weak to really say much, I was just crying from anger and pain. Noelle must have heard something because she came down and saw me.

"PAUL!" she screamed as she raced towards me and took me in her arms. "Honey...honey what happened?"

"My old man...he found out..." I stuttered as she pressed my heard to her chest and stroked my hair. Noelle said nothing as she led me up to her room. Once we were inside, she got me out of my soaking clothes and put me in her bed under the covers.

"You're OK Paul, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Noelle wept as she covered my face in kisses. She left the room and went downstairs to talk with her mom about what they were going to do now that they had a house guest. As I laid in bed, wet and bleeding. I couldn't help but wonder why my old man couldn't just accept the fact that Noelle loved me and that I finally found someone who made me happy. That was the last time that I ever spoke to my father and that was 5 years ago. Now I knew that Noelle was all I had. No one else wanted me and no one else cared.

THIS CHAPTER WAS SO DIFFICULT TO WRITE, MAINLY BECAUSE I CAN IMAGINE A SCENARIO LIKE THAT IN MY OWN LIFE. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.