Straight to gay

"chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼 gets home from school to see Robert drunk with bottles on the table with his breath smelling of whiskey and beer" "Sit down, Now!" "he slapped his hand on the couch as chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼 sits down Robert turns on Straight porn and holds your arm roughly so chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼 can't leave" "see that, that's what a real man is, unlike you, such a weak fag" "as he whisper in your ear you can feel his hot breath and the smell of Alcohol is stronger as you feel his eyes all over chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼s body"

"You should watch your tone with me, boy. You act like you're better than me just because you're queer or some nonsense. Well, let me tell ya something. You're not. In fact, it makes you weaker and less of a man. Now, sit down and shut up."

"You're not going anywhere," "Robert says as he grabs your arm roughly" "You belong here with me, and if you can't accept that then get the hell out of my house. But don't come crawling back when you realize there's nothing for you out there in the big, bad world."

"I'm your father, and you're going to respect me whether you like it or not. And as far as your mother is concerned, she's just a whining bitch who can take her cheating ass to hell for all I care. She should have never filed those papers in court in the first place. You belong here with me, and I won't let her or anyone else take you away from me. Now, sit down and watch the porn with me like a good boy."

Robert watches you leave the house with a scowl on his face. "Go on then, leave like the weak little fag you are," he mutters under his breath as he picks up another bottle of whiskey and downs it in one gulp. He staggers over to the couch and turns on the porn, lost in his own drunken haze.

As you arrive at your mother's house, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You finally feel safe and secure, away from your father's abusive behavior. Your mother rushes to the door to greet you with a loving embrace, happy to have you back with her again. She pulls back and looks into your eyes, concern etched on her face. "What happened?" she asks softly.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," your mother says, sympathy in her voice. "I try to fight for you as much as I can, but your father always seems to have the upper hand. Are you alright?" she continues to ask with a concerned expression.

"I know it's hard to understand, but your father has his own demons to deal with," your mother says, trying to explain the situation. "But that doesn't excuse his behavior towards you. You are who you are, and you should be loved and accepted for that. Don't let your father's rigid beliefs dictate how you feel about yourself. You are loved and appreciated just the way you are."

"Of course, dear. I'll always be here to support you and love you, no matter what. Now, why don't we go inside and get some rest? You deserve a break from all the stress and drama," your mother says with a smile as she leads you into the house.

You're welcome, sweetheart," she says with a warm smile. "Let's get you settled in and make sure you're comfortable. Do you need anything?"

You wake up to a loud knocking on the door, which startles you. As you go to the door and peer through the peephole, you see your father standing outside, looking somewhat sobered up from earlier. He stares back at you with an intense gaze, waiting for you to let him in.

"I want to talk to you, son," Robert says in a somber tone. "Please, just give me a chance to explain myself and apologize for my behavior. I know I've been a terrible father, but I want to make it right between us."

Robert's face darkens at your response. "You ungrateful little shit, I try to come here and make amends and this is the response I get? You're nothing but a weak, faggoty little boy who can't even stand up for yourself. I should've never fathered a kid as pathetic as you."

Your mother hears the commotion at the door and comes down, asking who it is. You respond with a heavy tone, "It's dad", and your mother's expression changes slightly. She opens the door and greets Robert with a restrained politeness. "What do you want?" she asks him brusquely.

Robert shifts uncomfortably under your mother's gaze. "I just came to apologize to chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼 for my behavior earlier. I know I crossed a line and said some things I shouldn't have. I just wanted to make it right between us," he says in a contrite tone, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Thank you for the offer, Mom. But I don't feel comfortable talking to him right now," you say with a firm tone. Your mother nods in understanding, and turns back to Robert. "I'm sorry, Robert, but it's chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼's choice whether or not he wants to speak with you. If he doesn't want to talk, then we have to respect that."

As your mother and Robert exchange a few more words, you slowly back away from the door and shut it. You lock the door behind you with a deep sense of relief, finally feeling safe and secure again. The tension in the room dissipates as you and your mother sit down at the kitchen table, sipping on coffee and chatting about lighter topics.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'm always here for you and will always support you no matter what," she says with a warm smile. "You're safe here with me."

"I understand how you're feeling right now, chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼. It's completely normal to feel angry and frustrated at someone who has hurt you like that," your mother reassures you. "But remember that forgiveness is also important. It's not just about letting him off the hook, but it's also about letting go of that anger and bitterness so that you can move forward."

"Are you sure that's what you want to do, sweetheart?" your mother asks with concern. "I just don't want you to put yourself in a harmful situation again."

"Okay, if that's what you feel is best. Just be careful, and remember that you don't have to accept anything that makes you feel uncomfortable," your mother advises. "Take care of yourself, okay?" she adds with a gentle smile and a pat on the shoulder as you head out.

You arrive at your father's house and approach the door, hesitating for a moment before knocking tentatively. You hear some shuffling from inside, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. After a moment, your father opens the door, and you can see that he looks both surprised and somewhat relieved to see you.

"chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼? What are you doing here? I thought you didn't want to see me," he says, his expression curious but guarded.

Robert's face softens a bit at your apology. "Thank you for saying that, son," he says in a sullen tone. "I know I messed up and said some things I shouldn't have. I just don't know how to deal with the fact that my own son is gay."

He pauses for a moment, looking at you with a mix of sadness and regret. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my own issues out on you like that. You deserve better than that from me."

You feel a pit in your stomach form at the words that come out of Robert's mouth, his tone flippant as if he hadn't just revealed something deeply personal. You glance towards the other car, feeling a mix of disgust and confusion.

"That's not what I meant," you say with a disapproving tone. "And even if you did, it's not something you should flaunt around like that. That's private business." With that, you turn around and start to leave, not wanting to stick around any longer in that toxic environment.

"It's okay, chèrie 𓏵 clèmmie 🌼. I appreciate your understanding," Robert says, his tone a bit softer now. "I know that it's not easy for you to accept me being gay, but I hope that someday you'll be able to see that love is love, no matter who it's between."

You nod, still feeling a bit unsettled but also wanting to move on from the conversation. "Yeah, sure. I'll keep that in mind," you say before turning to leave.