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Chapter 20

My parents were obsessed with everything matching everything else, so my room was painted white with the same blue-gray carpet, just like all the other bedrooms. That wouldn't even be that bad if I could personalize it a bit with stuffed animals and cute things, but my parents wouldn't even allow that. When they were gone, I'd decorate with my room how I pleased, but at least a week before they came back, everything was stuffed in my closet or under my bed and the room would be returned to it's boring state. I hated that I was being suppressed my them, but my mom and dad truly thought that they were doing the best thing for me, so I endured it.

My thoughts were brought to a halt by the sound of a door slamming. A second later, Amile came busting through the door.

"They're here." she panted, mildly out of breath. "They want to see you." I grimaced and nodded curtly. It hurt a bit that they sent someone to fetch me rather than coming to me themselves, but I went down anyway.

"Hayden! There you are." My mother exclaimed the moment I walked through the door. My dad seemed much less pleased to see me.

"Hello, son." He greeted stiffly. I smiled a bit reluctantly and turned back to my mom. She was a shockingly tall woman with long gray hair, yet a very young face. Her eyes were sharp, but wide, and she looked kind of like me. My dad, a brunette himself, was even taller than his wife, and was just as youthful as she. He was caucasian, unlike us, with a wide neck, slightly pointed face, and sharp nose. It was no wonder I was adopted, considering my diminutive stature.

"Hi, mom, dad. How was the business trip?" I sat in a couch opposite of them, trying to ignore Dad's demeanor. Mom began launching into an in-depth description of their time in Europe, but I could hardly focus due to the eyes boring into my skull.

"Honey?" My mother stopped speaking and turned her attention to my dad. "We had something to talk to Hayden about, didn't we? He brought it up last time we were home, but it was rather... unfortunate timing." He was practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh..." Mom seemed a little uncertain. "Yes, we did. Hayden, your father and I will support you no matter what decision you make, but we strongly suggest you reconsider your-uh, sexuality." I felt sorry for her. She looked so uncomfortable. I loved both of them, and it killed me that they didn't want me to be gay.

"Guys, I'm sorry that I'm like this, but I really can't change who I'm attracted to. Also, I have a..." I didn't know if this would help any, but I had to be honest with them. "I have a boyfriend." The room went dead silent.

"YOU HAVE A WHAT?" My dad flew up from his space on the couch. "YOU'RE ONLY SIXTEEN FOR GOD'S SAKE! YOU CAN'T BE DATING!!"

"Maxwell, sit down right now." Both Dad and I froze. No matter how nice my mom was, she could be downright terrifying if she wanted to be. "Yelling will get us nowhere. Hayden, that was very immature of you. You are fully aware that you need to ask us before doing things like that, especially if it's a boy." She almost shuddered at the word.

How dare she? Who cares if she's my mother? She doesn't even know Jasper and wouldn't have answered my texts or calls if I tried to contact her. "What the hell, mom?" It slipped out before I could think.

She snapped her head to me. "What did you say, young man?"

I gulped. No going back now. "You don't even know my boyfriend, yet you judge him? For your information, Jasper is a loving, caring human who spends every moment he can with me. He drove me home from school and tells me everything. I love him more than anything and you can't do anything to stop that." Leaping from my seat, I stormed out, ignoring my parents' cries for me to come back.

It was kind of cold and I was lost. I'd wandered away from the annoying, stuck up neighborhood I grew up in, and now was in the middle of town, approaching an alley adjacent an almost empty drugstore. I pulled my sweatshirt down to cover my hands and kept my eyes down.

"Hey, babyboy." I looked up quickly. Leaning against the alley entrance was a intimidating-looking guy wearing skinny jeans and a bomber jacket over his white t-shirt. "Wanna play? You look like you want some trouble."

"N-no sir, I just want to go home." I cringed at my voice. I sounded like a five year-old. "Please leave me alone."

"Sir huh?" The man began to stalk toward me. "I like it" He reached out to grab me. I tried to get away, but he was to fast. I struggled as he dragged me into the alley.

"W-what are y-you doing?" I yelled.

"Shut up! You'll get me in trouble. And then you'll be in trouble" He hissed menacingly. I inhaled as much as I could, before screaming with all my might. His eyes widened and he slapped a hand over my mouth, which I promptly bit.

"Goddamn, you son of a bitch!" I felt a sharp pain and I was suddenly on the floor. "He didn't tell me you were a feisty one." He? I wasn't able to process what he said before a powerful kick was delivered to my stomach. He didn't even give me time to feel the pain of the first attack before another was fulfilled. A particular knock to the head caused me to cough, blood splattering across the ground I was hunched over on all-fours. My chin was yanked up and I was face to face with my attacker. "You're lucky I wasn't ordered to kill you." He smirked as he dropped my chin, and I collapsed to the ground. "Call your pitiful boyfriend. Get him to save you." He spun around, but paused for a second. "Here." A paper was shoved at me. "Give that to Jasper." I gasped. How in the world could he know about Jasper?

The moment he was gone, I scrambled to retrieve my phone from my back pocket. I barely noticed that I was crying as I dialed Jasper's number.

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Holy shiz, 1623 words

I imagined Hayden's dad to look like Grant Gustin (Flash trash, lol). Hayden's dad is NOT a complete dick, he'll be really cool in future chapters. Also, Hayden's mom is older than his dad.

Again, thank you so much for all of the views, comments, and likes. I love you all and will hopefully have a chapter for y'all tomorrow. : )

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