Secrets and Lies
Chapter Forty Three
-Alex's POV-
It was now two days later and we were still house sitting for Kellin, Jack called him and said there was some complication with the birth, so Katelynn had to stay in a while longer. As bad as I felt for them, I was happy to be around the puppies for a longer period of time; as soon as I woke up I would go and play with them, feed them, let them run around in the lounge for a while and feed them, it was great, I even started favouring one above the rest, the smallest of all of them who I had temporarily named Erin, she always got picked on by the others so she'd run to me for help, and of course, I protected her.
It was just after lunch now and I had served up a simple pasta dish with a side salad, Jack was putting everything in the dishwasher as my phone started to ring from the kitchen island. I picked it up and the caller ID told me it was my mother.
"Hey, mom." I answered as I accepted the call quickly.
"Hiya honey, would you like to come over for dinner later, I'm making my special roast lamb."
"Uh, sure...what's the occasion?" I asked, nervous of why she'd invited me over.
"No reason, I just haven't seen you in a while sweetheart, I miss you."
I instantly smiled down the phone and nodded my head, even though she couldn't see me. "Hey, mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Could I um, bring a plus one?" I figured that I she's invited me over, today should be the day I tell her about Jack and I.
"Of course you can sweetheart, be here by 7 okay?"
"Okay mom, I love you."
"I love you too, bye bye." And with that she hung up.
"That was my mom," I said as I walked back into the kitchen after pacing the lounge. "We're going over for food later."
Jack whipped his head around to face me. "O-oh, okay."
"I think I'm ready to tell them about us too, you okay with that?" I smiled, wrapping my arms around his torso from behind as he rinsed off the cutlery in the sink.
He spun around in my loose grasp and tucked a strand of my fringe back. "It's not my decision Lex, it's yours..if you're happy, I'm happy."
So that was that settled, today is the day I am finally coming out to my parents, and yeah, I'm so freaking anxious.
As of right now, it's about 2pm so we have a little while until we have to be there, so we went upstairs and had a shower, fed the dogs and cuddled up on the couch, watching Adventure Time.
It came to half six so it was now time for us to get in Jack's car and leave for my parents. He'd offered me to drive, but in fear of wrecking his car, I declined; it was still as shiny as when I first saw it, the day I met him.
We travelled pretty much in silence, only the soft music streaming from the radio in between us, I was too busy fiddling with the hem of my shirt, my hands getting clammy at the thought of coming out to my family. I mean, it wasn't so much my mom, it was my dad that had the real problem with homosexuality. My mind wandered back to all those years ago when he found out about my best friend Zack; I can't recall HOW he found out, but when he did, it wasn't a pretty sight. My dad had stern words with me about 'people like him' and said he wasn't welcome here anymore, it honestly broke me, Zack and I had grown up together, my parents were friends with his, we were in all the same classes, hung out every day after school, stayed over each other's houses, went on trips together - the works. For my dad to tell me that he disowned Zack, even after calling him a 'son' was when everything turned to crap around me. I didn't tell Zack about my conversation with my dad, instead I would just make up excuses of why he couldn't come round, but one day, he made the mistake of coming to pick me up for school when our bus broke down before it got to our stop. My dad was the one who answered the door, even though I yelled from my room that I would get it, he just didn't listen. Poor Zack, my best friend in the entire world, didn't know what was coming to him. My dad screamed and shouted, spat in his face, cursed and even shoved him so hard off our porch that Zack fell backwards and cracked his head open, all the while, watching as I stood behind my father and did nothing to intervene.
Maybe this coming out thing wasn't the right thing to do, maybe I should just never tell them...or my dad at least.
No, I can do this. I have to do this. Maybe I'll be the exception once they see how happy I am with Jack. Yeah, that'll work, they'll be pleased for me, they won't push me away, parents are meant to love you no matter what, and I think since Tom left, they might try a little harder to accept me for who I am, I couldn't lose both of my kids, no matter who they were, what they did, or the choices they made.
Jack pulled me out of my thoughts as he pecked my cheek and pulled they keys from the ignition, signalling that we had now arrived.
We were now all sat around the dining table, introductions out of the way. If your wondering, I didn't state the relationship between us, I just have his name and they all shook hands and whatnot. Dad was just at the end of telling Jack about the time when he walked in on me having sex with my then girlfriend, Ruby. My dad would always tell this story when I had decided to bring company, even with my mom giving him aggressive stares and elbowing him in the ribs to mind his manner, especially whilst people were eating. I pushed the broccoli around on my plate having eaten everything else, she knows I've never liked the stuff, I don't know why she still tries with it. I poured myself another glass if wine from the bottle in the centre of the table as the conversation inevitably turned to my career.
"So what's next for you, son?" My father asked, wiping his napkin around the corners of his mouth, removing the remnants of gravy from his moustache. "The album is set to launch soon, isn't it?"
I swallowed the gulp of wine that was held in my mouth and nodded quickly. "Yeah, hopefully in the next few weeks."
"That's great honey," my mom chimed in. "You'll be touring on that after I assume?"
I rested my elbows on the table and placed a hand under my chin as to prop me up. "Mhm." I confirmed.
"Yeah, I'll more than likely offer him a place on my next your seeing as our albums are out at roughly the same time." Jack mused.
I shot him a grateful smile and my parents raised a glass in the air. "Well we wish you all the best, boys." My dad spoke, nodding at both of of us sat opposite him. I sat opposite my father, and Jack my mother.
"Definitely," my mom added. "Alex is very lucky to have a friend like you, Jack." She smiled.
"Actually, uh, mom?"
"What is it sweetie?" She chirped, setting her glass back down and putting her cutlery in the middle of her now empty plate.
Jack sneakily squeezed my thigh in reassurance and I took a deep breath. "It just that, um, Jack's not actually my friend..."
My parents faces were now both ridden with puzzled expressions as they looked at us up and down, and then at each other. They stayed silent for a moment, before my mom broke it. "I'm sorry sweetie, you've lost us there, how do you mean?"
Jack gave my thigh another soft squeeze and I placed my hand on top of his, still out of sight of my parents, I looked up at the beautiful man sat next to me and he slowly nodded his head, telling me that it would be okay.
"Jack's not my friend, because....because we're actually together, we're engaged." I ducked my head, not wanting to see the expressions on their faces, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jack doing the same. Everything was quiet until I heard the scrape of a chair, letting me know that someone had stood up, then a few seconds later, a heavy hit was launched into the side of my face,
knocking me backwards off of my chair and hurling me on to the ground.
He hit me, my dad FUCKING HIT ME.
I looked up to see my dad towering over me, bloodshot eyes and an extremely red, anger filled face.
Jack stood up from his seat immediately, helping me back up to my feet. He brushed my clothes down before turning to my dad. "What the hell was that for?!" He asked, raising his voice at the en of his question, only to be answered the same way I was, a punch square in the face, but this time, far more severe, his nose was gushing out with blood and my dad stepped towards where he was now sprawled on the floor, cradling his face a my dad sent a swift kick into the side if his body, earning a yelp from a very helpless Jack. My dad climbed on top of him, delivering punch after punch to his face, gut, chest...anywhere. I tried to pull him away but it was useless, my mom was sobbing behind me, knowing that there was nothing she could do either. After what felt like forever, my dad got off, sent one more kick to his side before screaming in his face. "YOU DID THIS, YOU TURNED MY ONLY SON INTO A FAGGOT!" Spit flying from his mouth as my mother pulled him towards the door and I crouched down next to Jack, comforting him.
"You should leave." My mom stated, rubbing my dads arm soothingly.
"You're not welcome here any longer. You're not my son." My dad growled as he walked out of the room, my mom got on his tail.
I didn't give a second thought to my 'parents' after that, I helped Jack up from the floor and drove us home.
I took Jack bridal style out of the car and carried him upstairs to our room and tucked him up in bed. I grabbed wet tissue from the bathroom, a glass of water and painkillers. I started to mop up the boos that had now started to dry onto his face, he would wince every now and again, but for the most part he kept a stiff upper lip.
"I am so, so fucking sorry." I whispered, taking his hand in mine as tears threatened to spill over.
"It's okay kitten, it's not your fault." He smiled weakly, making me feel even worse.
I gulped hard and composed myself, crawling in beside him. "I guess, I guess now that I'm disowned, we can go public," I said. "There can't be a worse reaction than that."
Jack sat up cautiously, flinching from his aching ribs, and swallowed the painkillers dry, taking a mouthful of water afterwards. He laid back down and I shuffled closer to him.
"Baby steps, Lex...there no rush." He murmured and kissing my forehead. "I'm tired baby, can we just sleep and talk about it some other time?"
"Of course." I muttered, carefully placing an arm around his waist.
After a couple of minutes, he whispered against my hair. "Lex, I can't drift off..." He sighed. "Sing me to sleep."
It was now two days later and we were still house sitting for Kellin, Jack called him and said there was some complication with the birth, so Katelynn had to stay in a while longer. As bad as I felt for them, I was happy to be around the puppies for a longer period of time; as soon as I woke up I would go and play with them, feed them, let them run around in the lounge for a while and feed them, it was great, I even started favouring one above the rest, the smallest of all of them who I had temporarily named Erin, she always got picked on by the others so she'd run to me for help, and of course, I protected her.
It was just after lunch now and I had served up a simple pasta dish with a side salad, Jack was putting everything in the dishwasher as my phone started to ring from the kitchen island. I picked it up and the caller ID told me it was my mother.
"Hey, mom." I answered as I accepted the call quickly.
"Hiya honey, would you like to come over for dinner later, I'm making my special roast lamb."
"Uh, sure...what's the occasion?" I asked, nervous of why she'd invited me over.
"No reason, I just haven't seen you in a while sweetheart, I miss you."
I instantly smiled down the phone and nodded my head, even though she couldn't see me. "Hey, mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Could I um, bring a plus one?" I figured that I she's invited me over, today should be the day I tell her about Jack and I.
"Of course you can sweetheart, be here by 7 okay?"
"Okay mom, I love you."
"I love you too, bye bye." And with that she hung up.
"That was my mom," I said as I walked back into the kitchen after pacing the lounge. "We're going over for food later."
Jack whipped his head around to face me. "O-oh, okay."
"I think I'm ready to tell them about us too, you okay with that?" I smiled, wrapping my arms around his torso from behind as he rinsed off the cutlery in the sink.
He spun around in my loose grasp and tucked a strand of my fringe back. "It's not my decision Lex, it's yours..if you're happy, I'm happy."
So that was that settled, today is the day I am finally coming out to my parents, and yeah, I'm so freaking anxious.
As of right now, it's about 2pm so we have a little while until we have to be there, so we went upstairs and had a shower, fed the dogs and cuddled up on the couch, watching Adventure Time.
It came to half six so it was now time for us to get in Jack's car and leave for my parents. He'd offered me to drive, but in fear of wrecking his car, I declined; it was still as shiny as when I first saw it, the day I met him.
We travelled pretty much in silence, only the soft music streaming from the radio in between us, I was too busy fiddling with the hem of my shirt, my hands getting clammy at the thought of coming out to my family. I mean, it wasn't so much my mom, it was my dad that had the real problem with homosexuality. My mind wandered back to all those years ago when he found out about my best friend Zack; I can't recall HOW he found out, but when he did, it wasn't a pretty sight. My dad had stern words with me about 'people like him' and said he wasn't welcome here anymore, it honestly broke me, Zack and I had grown up together, my parents were friends with his, we were in all the same classes, hung out every day after school, stayed over each other's houses, went on trips together - the works. For my dad to tell me that he disowned Zack, even after calling him a 'son' was when everything turned to crap around me. I didn't tell Zack about my conversation with my dad, instead I would just make up excuses of why he couldn't come round, but one day, he made the mistake of coming to pick me up for school when our bus broke down before it got to our stop. My dad was the one who answered the door, even though I yelled from my room that I would get it, he just didn't listen. Poor Zack, my best friend in the entire world, didn't know what was coming to him. My dad screamed and shouted, spat in his face, cursed and even shoved him so hard off our porch that Zack fell backwards and cracked his head open, all the while, watching as I stood behind my father and did nothing to intervene.
Maybe this coming out thing wasn't the right thing to do, maybe I should just never tell them...or my dad at least.
No, I can do this. I have to do this. Maybe I'll be the exception once they see how happy I am with Jack. Yeah, that'll work, they'll be pleased for me, they won't push me away, parents are meant to love you no matter what, and I think since Tom left, they might try a little harder to accept me for who I am, I couldn't lose both of my kids, no matter who they were, what they did, or the choices they made.
Jack pulled me out of my thoughts as he pecked my cheek and pulled they keys from the ignition, signalling that we had now arrived.
We were now all sat around the dining table, introductions out of the way. If your wondering, I didn't state the relationship between us, I just have his name and they all shook hands and whatnot. Dad was just at the end of telling Jack about the time when he walked in on me having sex with my then girlfriend, Ruby. My dad would always tell this story when I had decided to bring company, even with my mom giving him aggressive stares and elbowing him in the ribs to mind his manner, especially whilst people were eating. I pushed the broccoli around on my plate having eaten everything else, she knows I've never liked the stuff, I don't know why she still tries with it. I poured myself another glass if wine from the bottle in the centre of the table as the conversation inevitably turned to my career.
"So what's next for you, son?" My father asked, wiping his napkin around the corners of his mouth, removing the remnants of gravy from his moustache. "The album is set to launch soon, isn't it?"
I swallowed the gulp of wine that was held in my mouth and nodded quickly. "Yeah, hopefully in the next few weeks."
"That's great honey," my mom chimed in. "You'll be touring on that after I assume?"
I rested my elbows on the table and placed a hand under my chin as to prop me up. "Mhm." I confirmed.
"Yeah, I'll more than likely offer him a place on my next your seeing as our albums are out at roughly the same time." Jack mused.
I shot him a grateful smile and my parents raised a glass in the air. "Well we wish you all the best, boys." My dad spoke, nodding at both of of us sat opposite him. I sat opposite my father, and Jack my mother.
"Definitely," my mom added. "Alex is very lucky to have a friend like you, Jack." She smiled.
"Actually, uh, mom?"
"What is it sweetie?" She chirped, setting her glass back down and putting her cutlery in the middle of her now empty plate.
Jack sneakily squeezed my thigh in reassurance and I took a deep breath. "It just that, um, Jack's not actually my friend..."
My parents faces were now both ridden with puzzled expressions as they looked at us up and down, and then at each other. They stayed silent for a moment, before my mom broke it. "I'm sorry sweetie, you've lost us there, how do you mean?"
Jack gave my thigh another soft squeeze and I placed my hand on top of his, still out of sight of my parents, I looked up at the beautiful man sat next to me and he slowly nodded his head, telling me that it would be okay.
"Jack's not my friend, because....because we're actually together, we're engaged." I ducked my head, not wanting to see the expressions on their faces, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jack doing the same. Everything was quiet until I heard the scrape of a chair, letting me know that someone had stood up, then a few seconds later, a heavy hit was launched into the side of my face,
knocking me backwards off of my chair and hurling me on to the ground.
He hit me, my dad FUCKING HIT ME.
I looked up to see my dad towering over me, bloodshot eyes and an extremely red, anger filled face.
Jack stood up from his seat immediately, helping me back up to my feet. He brushed my clothes down before turning to my dad. "What the hell was that for?!" He asked, raising his voice at the en of his question, only to be answered the same way I was, a punch square in the face, but this time, far more severe, his nose was gushing out with blood and my dad stepped towards where he was now sprawled on the floor, cradling his face a my dad sent a swift kick into the side if his body, earning a yelp from a very helpless Jack. My dad climbed on top of him, delivering punch after punch to his face, gut, chest...anywhere. I tried to pull him away but it was useless, my mom was sobbing behind me, knowing that there was nothing she could do either. After what felt like forever, my dad got off, sent one more kick to his side before screaming in his face. "YOU DID THIS, YOU TURNED MY ONLY SON INTO A FAGGOT!" Spit flying from his mouth as my mother pulled him towards the door and I crouched down next to Jack, comforting him.
"You should leave." My mom stated, rubbing my dads arm soothingly.
"You're not welcome here any longer. You're not my son." My dad growled as he walked out of the room, my mom got on his tail.
I didn't give a second thought to my 'parents' after that, I helped Jack up from the floor and drove us home.
I took Jack bridal style out of the car and carried him upstairs to our room and tucked him up in bed. I grabbed wet tissue from the bathroom, a glass of water and painkillers. I started to mop up the boos that had now started to dry onto his face, he would wince every now and again, but for the most part he kept a stiff upper lip.
"I am so, so fucking sorry." I whispered, taking his hand in mine as tears threatened to spill over.
"It's okay kitten, it's not your fault." He smiled weakly, making me feel even worse.
I gulped hard and composed myself, crawling in beside him. "I guess, I guess now that I'm disowned, we can go public," I said. "There can't be a worse reaction than that."
Jack sat up cautiously, flinching from his aching ribs, and swallowed the painkillers dry, taking a mouthful of water afterwards. He laid back down and I shuffled closer to him.
"Baby steps, Lex...there no rush." He murmured and kissing my forehead. "I'm tired baby, can we just sleep and talk about it some other time?"
"Of course." I muttered, carefully placing an arm around his waist.
After a couple of minutes, he whispered against my hair. "Lex, I can't drift off..." He sighed. "Sing me to sleep."
Notes
This story needed more drama, so here you go my babies,
It killed me writing Jack being hurt, so I'm sorry ;-;
Thank you for reading :) I'M TWO VOTES AWAY FROM 60 NOW ASDFGHJKL
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What happens in the last chapter cuz its gone. Omg though amazing story
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