I'm intoxicated by the lie.

~Alex's POV~
"Please have a seat." My mom said, gesturing to a chair at the table. I sat down, leaning on the table. I could feel the nervousness make my heart beat a little faster.
What if she found out about what Jack and I had admitted? "Alex, before I start, this isn't about your sexuality. It's more about your father and I." She said looking down at her hands as she sat down. I let out a pent up breath, I just need to know now what she meant about my 'preference'.
"Mom, what do you mean by my preference?" I said, studying her.
"Your f-father and I feel that for our relationship to work, that we should take a break from each other." She said her voice shaking.
Did this mean they were getting a divorce? Who was I going to live with? These questions swam through my head while looking at her.
"Mom, I-I heard you two fighting about me earlier..." I said quietly, causing her to burst into tears.
"Alex, sweetie I'm so sorry you had to hear that." She sobbed. I moved into the chair beside her and wrapped an arm around her.
"Oh Alex, I just want you to be happy! I don't have a problem with your music, what you like to wear, nothing. I never had a problem with anything you did..." She sobbed leaning against me. I pulled her closer to me and hummed a Green Day song. She kept crying and saying she was sorry for all the times that dad had yelled and screamed at me because of me being myself.
Soon she was just sniffling, coughing every now and then. "Honey, what are yo- Alex, what's wrong with your mother?! What did you do?!" My father said, raising his voice.
I sat there, biting my lip. "I-I uh..." I stammered. My father had always scared me; I never showed it though.
"Get over here." He growled. I stood up shakily. My mom had let go of me, putting on an emotionless face. I slowly walked over to where he was standing, my confidence growing ever so slowly. When I reached him, I was shaking slightly, but I stood a bit straighter.
He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me close to him. I could smell something on him I had never smelt on him before: Liquor. It smelt like an expensive kind...
"Tell me what you did." He said snarling. I almost gagged at how bad it stunk.
"I-I didn't do any-" I tried to get out before I was cut off by a stinging pain in my cheek.
The next few moments went by in slow motion. My mom launched herself out of her chair and into my father.
"Let him go!" She screamed as she hit him in the chest, my dad forgetting about me momentarily, let me go.
Without turning around, my mom yelled "Go Alex! Pack your things sweetie!", without hesitation I pulled myself up and ran up to my room. I could hear a loud smack as I threw my door shut, followed by a loud thud.
I threw my duffle bag onto my bed and started throwing things that were important to me in it. Things like clothes, CDs, my razors, and guitar strings. I heard heavy footsteps start to come up the stairs, my breathing hitched in my throat. I listened intently, the footsteps became softer as they reached my door. I jumped when something slammed against my door.
"Open this fucking door!" My father screamed from the other side, I scrambled to my window, grabbing my guitar and duffle bag from my bed. I looked back to see my father had made a prominent hole in my door.
He looked through it and screamed "You're not getting away so easily Alexander!" I pulled myself out of the window and onto the roof. I looked at the pipe going down the side of the house, good thing I climbed the rope in gym a few years ago. I threw my bag down to the ground below before strapping my guitar to my back and climbing down. I looked up at my window, only to see my father start climbing out of it. I quickly climbed down the pipe, when I was close enough to the ground, I let go of the pipe and jumped.
I landed on my feet, thankfully. I let out a small grunt as I picked my duffle bag up.
"Alex! Get your ass back here!" My father bellowed from the roof, looking down at me. I ran to the small Honda civic my parents had bought for me when we moved here. I grabbed my keys from my back pocket and unlocked the car as I looked up at my window to see my father climb back into it.
I threw my things into the back quickly before doing something completely and utterly stupid; I went back into the house.
I needed to get my mom. I ran through the front door and into the kitchen to see her sitting up on the floor. "A-Alex! Get out of here before he get you!" She whispered frantically looking at me.
"Shh mom, we've gotta get out of here. I can't leave you." I said picking her up bridal style. I heard my father grunting as he came down the stairs, causing me to run. I sat mom down when we got outside so I could slam the door, buying us a bit more time.
We both ran to my car, scrambling into it at the same time. I looked up to see my father storming over to my car, the look on his face when I cranked the car was priceless. As I backed the car out of the driveway, he ran after us. Soon we reached downtown Baltimore. I looked at mom, she was crying silently. I pulled into a store parking lot and broke down. After being forced to be a mold of something I wasn't for so long, I was free.

Notes

I'm so, so sorry for the wait!