Anthony's Story by MELODY DUPREE (animal farm read TXT) 📖

said, “It’s all yours Anthony. I hope you enjoy it.” After that I went to my room and changed into my nightclothes. After about twenty minutes I went and checked on Anthony to find all of his things put away and him fast asleep curled up on the floor, so I picked him up and pulled back the covers before I laid him down and covered him with the many quilts I had placed on the bed to keep him warm. That night was the most peaceful night’s sleep I had ever had in that house. Jason's point of view

I was panicking. I had not wanted to go home and face my dad because I knew he would ask why I was kissing one of the guys. Shit if he has a problem with it he can talk to Junior who happens to be my boyfriend. I’m gay and proud of it. Just then I heard the front door open and two men came into the house laughing their butts off. I hid behind the couch even though I knew one of the men was my dad but I did not recognize the other man. Hell I knew my dad was gay but I had never seen him with another man.

“Damn Michael that was freaking funny but are you sure you need to stay the night to make sure nothing happens to me or is it because you want to be in charge of this relationship,” my dad asked and I sucked in a breath.

“What was that sound,” I heard the other guy ask as they stepped into the living room.

“Probably just my butler trying not to be noticed even though I know he’s behind the couch hiding from me. Now my room is right down the hall the first doorway on the left,” my dad said and the other guy left the room.

I heard a door close and suddenly my dad was yanking me up onto my feet from behind the couch.

“What are you doing here, Junior” my dad hissed looking behind him with a worried expression on his face.

“Jamie sent us all home because mom showed up and she now knows I’m gay. Now on to other subjects he doesn’t know about me does he,” I whispered and my dad shook his head.

“No he doesn’t and I don’t want to tell him,” my dad whispered back and I nodded.

“Well I will be in my room if you need me. Have a nice night okay,” I whispered and he nodded.

Slowly I walked down the hallway and opened my bedroom door to go in my room when suddenly my dad was behind me. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me into my room, quickly closing and locking the door behind him. He gave me a set of instructions to which I nodded and he left the room. I changed into my nightclothes and went to bed for a peaceful night’s sleep. The next morning I got up and headed to breakfast only to walk right back to my room, grab my wallet and place it in my book bag. I got dressed and grabbed my bag, quietly grabbing a couple fifty dollar bills from out of the jar in my closet and my car keys before going out of my bedroom window. I got in my car and quietly started the engine before realizing that the fool had parked behind me and I had no way to get out of the driveway. I turned off the car, went back inside and told my “uncle” about the problem of his friend parking behind me and he quickly got the keys and moved the car.

“Thanks a lot dad,” I whispered and left as he waved goodbye to me.

The next stop on my list was Junior’s house and one way or another he was getting in my goddamn car. I pulled up to Junior’s house and honked the horn to see him peek out of the window to his bedroom and immediately drop the blinds. I parked the car and got out quietly walking up to his bedroom window. I pushed it open and climbed in scaring the crap out of him when he turned around. I gave him a good once over and noticed he was still in his night clothes before I spoke.

“Are you coming to school today Junior,” I asked looking over his shoulder at the door and over my shoulder at the window.

“I can’t go. I caught the flu,” he whispered but even at that voice tone I could tell his nose was stuffed up and he had a sore throat.

“So do you want me to bring your school work over or is your dad going to pick it up for you,” I asked and he shook his head.

“My dad said he was going to pick it up and also see if his captain could give him a day off from work to take care of me,” Junior said and immediately started coughing.

“You know what you probably caught that damn virus from kissing Anthony last night. He had been going on about being sent to school by his dad even though he was sick and Jamie still invited him. The way I see it if I get sick behind him he’s going to get hurt. And Joseph wasn’t even supposed to be there so you know he isn’t going to show at school today. Well besides all of that have a nice day off and I hope you feel better,” I said giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.

I went back out through the window and drove off just as his dad pulled into the driveway. I knew just by Junior not going that I was going to have a crappy day.

Junior's point of view

 As I heard my dad’s car pull back into the driveway I scrambled to get into my bed and make it seem like I had been there the whole time. Just then there was a knock on my bedroom door and my dad came in with my schoolbooks, homework and my classwork which he placed on the desk that was by the window. He looked at the window and then at me before he closed the window with a bang and locked it.

“Junior was Jason here before I got back because I could have sworn he was pulling off just as I was arriving,” my dad said sitting down on the side of my bed.

“He just stopped by to pick me up for school and left after telling me to feel better once I told him I had caught the flu,” I whispered and started to cough again.

My dad let out a sigh and asked, “What else did he say because I don’t think you are telling me everything?”

I too let out a sigh and said, “When we have those parties you do know there are no girls present, right? So last night we were playing spin the bottle and it landed on Anthony twice but he is already sick with the virus but we didn’t know so the first time it landed on Anthony he kissed Joseph. The second time it landed on him Anthony and I kissed for a good five minutes, so Jason thinks I got the flu from Anthony.”

My dad stared at me like I had grown a second head and I knew it was time I confessed to my dad the truth about me being gay.

“Dad I have a confession to make and I’m almost positive you’re not going to like it. So here it goes: I’m gay and Jason is my boyfriend,” I said and my dad hit the floor unconscious.

I let out a sigh and knelt down beside him as I always did when he would pass out when I was little. I pulled his head onto my lap and checked his eyes to see if there was recognition ability in the dark brown irises. I let his eyelid drop once I was satisfied and I grabbed my pillow, gently placing his head on it once the pillow was on the floor. I got up and sat down on my bed to await the storm and inevitable fury of my dad when he awoke. I knew he wasn’t happy about my choice but I knew that my confession could probably just have gotten me kicked out of the house. But I sat and waited for him to regain consciousness so I could escape to my dream world where Jason was no doubtedly waiting for me to arrive and tend to his every need.

“Junior, please tell me you were joking about being gay and dating Jason,” my dad asked the moment he regained consciousness.

He looked up at me with those dark brown eyes full of sadness and despair and all I could do to answer him was shake my head no. I couldn’t bear the emotion that entered his eyes next. It was one of such loathing and dislike that I cringed away as tears started to stream down my face. I threw myself face down on my bed and cried as I heard my bedroom door slam shut as he stormed out of the room. Over the sound of my cries I heard something shatter in the living room and knew he had probably just smashed the brand new family photo that we had done just last Saturday with me in my football uniform and him in his. The next action would be him tearing it into pieces and destroying all evidence that we had ever been a happy family. I began to sob harder as I realized I had just lost all the love my dad had for me and I would never get that back. Just then the front door slammed shut and the glass on the door shattered causing my dad to curse at the top of his lungs as he now had to spend money on a brand new door for the front entrance. At that moment I made the decision to leave this home and never look back, so I started to pack all my clothes, shoes, and books in my suitcases. I quietly zipped up the suitcases and looked at the posters on the walls of my room sadly and took the suitcases out to my car. I sat the cases on the backseat of my car and went back inside the house to see what my dad had broken. As