I Hate You

Chapter 12

For NotYourAverageAngel

A/N: You beautiful people you! I love you. I'm shouting it in every language I know! Keep up those wonderful personalities! I have a new story I'll start posting soon. It will only be every other day updates. Enjoy!

I was walking up to Mitch's sidewalk when he suddenly opened the door. He ran over to me.

"Listen, I know we were suppose to hang out but I think it's better if you leave."

"What? Why?" He began pushing me back towards my car.

"Adam!" He cringed, turning back to look at his house. His mom was standing in the doorway with her signature martini glass. "Bring your friend in to meet your grandparents." He groaned. He grabbed me by my wrist to pull me in his house. He brought me into the living room where an unpleasant old woman with white hair and what looked to be solid black eyes was sitting on the couch. Her husband was sitting there with disinterest. He didn't look that nice as well. Mitch sat on the couch across from them and pulled me down next to him.

"Who's your friend Adam?"

"Sam." He answered for me. His grandmother took her cane and smacked Mitch in the ankles. He hissed in pain.

"Straighten your back and keep your chin up! And let the boy answer for himself." He did as his grandmother commanded and looked down at his lap. I fought the urge to grab his hand. "So Sam, do you work?" I looked up at the awful woman.

"Uh, no."

"Did you know my grandson is a fag?" I glanced back at Mitch who had his fists clench and his eyes squeezed shut. I decided to do something he might kill me for later.

"No, I didn't. I heard he was dating this girl named Kirstie." His eyes immediately went to mine. He yelped in pain as his grandmother hit him with her cane again.

"Why didn't you tell us? When can we meet her?" She was bombarding Mitch with question after question.

"Dear, isn't that your phone?" Mitch's grandfather cut his wife off. There was faint music coming from another room.

"Why yes it is." She shuffled out of the room and Mitch sighed in relief, falling back against the couch.

"So what's your real name?" I tensed, looking between Mitch and the old man. He pointed towards me. "Is this one Scott?" My eyes widened.

"Yeah." Mitch said casually. He laced his fingers through mine with confidence. "My grandpa doesn't mind. In fact, he roots for me." His grandpa cleared his throat and Mitch returned to his earlier position as his grandmother walked back into the room. I missed the warmth of his hand.

"So college Sam?" His grandpa asked to break the suspicion of his wife. I nodded. "What's going to be your major?"

"Uh, music." Mitch's grandmother snorted.

"Mitch is going into business. Just like his father and my husband." Mitch was smacked in the knee once again with the cane. "Do not roll your eyes at me you inconsiderate little bastard! You singing is a misguided dreams of a boy who's parents didn't teach him right!" Mitch left his spot on the couch to storm up to his room and I followed after him. He slammed his door once I was through. He was pacing in front of me as I sat on his bed.

"I have to get out of this place. I can't wait until I'm eighteen and I can finally leave. I don't care if I get cut off for money. I'll whore myself out to the world as long as I don't have to stay here. They're evil. Pure evil. I swear they have red eyes and eat the heads of children all to worship satan! My grandpa is okay. But the others are hell on earth!