1 Chapter 1

Keylan's POV

Remember when you were little, you always got scared of the dark? You would run into your parents' room so they can protect you from the monsters that hid in the darkness.

Or when you would go outside to play in the dirt because it was fun and you liked to get dirty. My Mom would get so mad at me for ruining my clothes.

My Mom was the shine of my light, my world, and everything in life. The person who would dry my tears away when I'm upset, the woman that will do anything in her power to make sure I have everything I need.

I remember my Mom always say to me when I was little-

"Don't let anyone run you over. You're stronger, intelligent, and a gorgeous young boy. Mommy loves you."

I have all my genes from my mom from her white-blonde hair dangling from her back, blue crystal eyes that would sparkle wherever she was happy, and her pale skin like Snow White.

Yeah, she was beautiful, and I wouldn't change myself for the world. I didn't have any from my Dad, but my older brothers did.

Victor and Ashor are twins, but they are not identical twins. They act as if they are the same person. Ashor is the oldest by 10 minutes, loves to take charge whenever Dad wants him to do something, and he is a lovable person, but you don't want him on his wrong side.

If something had happened to Victor or me, he would convert into a beast mode, which is scary. He doesn't like to show his emotions in front of us, which I understand.

Victor is a kind and perky person, always goes around cracking jokes. Very talkative, and he doesn't know how to stop talking until Ashor abuses him in a brotherly way.

They have honey blonde hair that would glow in the sun, gray eyes gloomy like the clouds, and tan skin that glistens. They got everything from my Dad, but I didn't.

My Dad is a powerful man, and he wants us to be like him, or we would turn out like wimps. My Father makes us work out every morning around 6 A.M so we can have a great start. That's his words, not mine.

Me? I'm not ripped like my Dad or my brothers. I'm just a small, skinny, and pale boy. My mom says she loves me for who I am. That's why my Dad has always been hard on me because I'm a Mommy's Boy. Well, it is true, me and mom have a strong bond that my Father I don't have.

I just like reading, sleeping, helping clean the house, and gardening with my mom. While my brothers and my Dad lift weights, jog every morning, help my Dad fix cars, and watch Football. I'm not fit for that; I might break my bones for even lifting one weight.

How can everything get so twisted because of one incident? All because I'm gay.

Yes, I'm gay.

"Key!" My Mom shouted from the kitchen downstairs. I'm too busy trying not to pass out from how nervous I am.

I'm finally coming out to my family.

I've kept this secret from them for the past year. I think it's the right time to come out because I want them to accept me. I know my mother and my brothers will accept me. They have been supporting me through everything. The only person I'm worried about was.

My Dad.

I've never seen a reaction out of him. We have seen two men kissing in public, or when we watch TV and a scene pops up. He doesn't change it. He just sits there with a blank face.

I pace my room back and forth, trying to come up with a way to break it down to them easily. This is hard. I don't want no one disowning me for who I am.

"Keylan Everest Hunter! Do you hear me calling you?!" My Mommy called me from downstairs.

Jumping in fear, I ran out of my room and went downstairs to the kitchen where my lovely father is seated. My Mom was standing there with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

"Sorry, Mommy." I mumbled, walking over to my seat. She walks up to me and gives me a light kiss on my forehead.

"I'm sorry." She says, causing my Dad to grunt.

"You are always babying him; he needs to be more like his brothers." He grumbles while shaking his head.

This is how it is. He always wants me to be more like my brothers. Sometimes I feel like he isn't proud of me when I don't involve in physical things. He goes to all the twin's College Football Games, but he told me Art wouldn't get me anywhere in life when I have an Art Competition.

"He doesn't have to be like the twin's Eric. He is unique in every way, and you need to stop treating him like he is useless." My Mom backs me up from my Dad's comments.

My brothers came in, running around the kitchen. "I'm going to kill you!" Ashor roared, trying to attack Victor but was too slow to catch him. My Dad shakes his head at the twin fight, and Mom sighs while rubbing her temples.

"Boys!"

They both jerk their heads towards mom as she places her hand over her forehead. "Why are you two fighting about now?

"This dumb ass!"

"Ashor language!"

"I mean, this dumbo stole my phone out of my room and pretended to be me to ask out Catherine." He grumbles while glaring at his twin.

"Oh big whoop you so big and bad, but can't ask out a girl." Victor rolled his eyes.

"So? I was about to ask her out anyway."

"Yeah, right when?"

"Whenever I felt like it, and now it's all your fault!" Ashor yells as he pushes Victor.

"Very rich, you should be thanking me for scoring you the hottest girl, by the way, you're welcome." He bows from the accomplishment he did.

"You little s-" Ashor started, but my Mom cut him off.

"You boys are giving me a headache. Can you both sit down so we can start dinner?" My Mother says calmly.

"Sorry, ma." They both grumble, and Ashor pushes Victor again, then they both sit down at the table, glaring at each other.

Mom grabs the food from the stove, placing it on the dinner table. My brothers are always the ones doing most of the talking while I sat there quiet. I play with my food, tuning everyone out as I try to find a way to approach them.

"Key!"

"Yes!" I jumped, staring at my Father with wide eyes.

"Why are you playing with your food? Your Mother works hard preparing this food, and you are playing around with it." He snapped at me that I was playing with my food.

"Sorry, just not hungry." I grumble while poking at my food again.

"What's wrong, sweetheart, you feel sick?" She places her hand on my forehead to check if I'm hot.

"No, Mommy, I'm fine. Just have a lot of stuff on my mind." I moved her hand away from my face.

"Like what?" She asks, and I look her in the eyes, trying to find the words. Why is it so hard to come out? It's just two words.

My heart thumps against my chest; I can hear the clock ticking on the wall. Everyone is staring at me, waiting for me to answer. I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans.

I turned to my Mom, who had a smile on her face encouraging me to go on. My Father had a blank look on his face, and my brothers were too busy chowing down to pay attention to the conversation we were having. "Spit it out!" My Father yells at me.

"Eric, he's trying! Yelling at him won't help him talk." My Mom glares at him, then she takes my hands into her's. "You can tell us anything, Keylan."

I nodded and took a deep breath when it came out. "I-I- I'm Gay."

Everyone was silent.

I look around the table to find any emotion on their face. The twins stop eating and look at me with a puzzled face.

"I accept you, sweetheart." My Mom says, having me almost in tears. My Father slams his hands on the table.

"You accept this?!" Dad yells, causing me to wince from his outburst.

"Of course I do. He's our son Eric!" Mom gets up, facing my Father.

"Our son is a faggot, Kourtney! That's not natural!" He gets up from his seat also.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"He likes other men; He likes it up in the ass!" He glares at me while pointing in my direction. "This is how you raise our son? No wonder he doesn't like to do what the twins do. All he does is act like a fucking punk!"

I cover my face with my hands sobbing. How can he say that to me? "I didn't want to turn out like this; it just happened!" I defended myself.

"So, you just woke up in the morning and decided to like men!?" He boomed, having the twins holding him back.

"No, I wasn't sure at first, but now I am. I like boys' Dad, and if you can't accept me, then I don't know what to tell you!" I cried as tears stream down my face.

"Get out my house; I won't let a fag live under my roof!" He barked.

My mom pulls me into a hug. "You are not kicking my baby out in the cold!"

"Watch me." He grabs my wrist and pulls me out the kitchen. My Mom tries to let me go out of his grip, but my father pushes her out the way.

"No, I won't let you kick out my baby!" She cries harder while trying to fight my Dad off.

"Ashor, hold down your Mom!" He ordered, and Ashor looked at me with tears in his eyes, deciding to help or obey my Father. "But Da-"

"I said, do it!"

Ashor nodded, holding Mom in place while she cried, trying to get out of his hold.

My Father throws me off the porch and glares at me. "Why are you doing this?!" I cried, and all I saw in my dad's eyes was hatred.

"No son of mine will be a fag." He looks down at me with a cold glare. "Get the fuck off my property before I do more damage." He got up, then walked towards the house before slamming the door.

I choke on my sobs while getting up, then taking off running, not knowing where I'm going. My Father is disgusted by me all because I told them I was gay.

I ran far, far away from home. I don't know where I'm going, but I knew I couldn't go home.

The sun was now gone, and the moon was peeking from the clouds. It's cold, and I don't have a jacket to protect me from the cold. I shiver while walking into the dangerous night.

I walked past a bigger man than me. I walked quicker, not making eye contact, but then I heard a whistle call. "Aye, baby, where are you going?" A voice called behind me, and I chose to ignore and still walk at full speed.

I felt someone grab my behind. "What a cutie like you doing in the streets on this time of night?" He eyes me up down, biting down on his bottom lip.

I felt disgusted by his actions

"Just walking by." I mumble, looking down at the ground. He grabs my chin harshly, causing me to gasp.

"You have gorgeous eyes." He purred, and I scrunch my nose in disgust that his breath smells like Whisky and Cigarettes.

"T- t-thanks, If you may excuse me, I have to go somewhere." I excuse myself while walking away, but he grabs me, slamming against the wall, causing me to whimper.

"Why? Why don't you use that pretty little mouth of yours to use." His grins, stroking my lips with his dirty hands.

I bit my lip while shaking my head, then I remember. Kneeing him in his member, he fell on the ground, grunting in pain. I took off running, going in different directions. I heard him cursing at me, but I continued to run.

I came across a bench, and I lay my head on the cold substance, wishing it was my warm bed. It started to rain, causing me to groan.

I started to cry again. I cried because I was homeless. I cried because I almost got sexually assaulted. I cried because I miss my mommy. I cried because I wish my brothers had done something. I cried because my father hated me. I cried because no one wants me.