Careful what you wish for Part 1

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I was sitting front row at church with my parents. It was Sunday and I was waiting for this day to be over. I hated church with a passion. I hated sitting there for what seemed like forever. But I did it anyway. For my parents. They would be absolutely devastated if I told them the truth. When church finally ended, we went home and carried on with our day. But Monday was when everything went wrong.

I had just entered my house walking home from school. As I put down my bookbag, I hear my mom crying. I walk to the doorway and see her holding my pride flag. In my mind, I think Uh oh and try to walk away. But before I can, my mom sees me trying to sneak away. "Chris, do you have something to tell me?" my mom says through tears. I try to think of an excuse but nothing comes to mind. So after internally debating for a couple seconds, I had to tell her the truth.

"There's something you should know. I'm...". Just as I'm about to finish my sentence, my dad comes home from work just in time to save me. "Do you think we can save this conversation for later?" I ask and my mom nods. Thanks to my dad, I have more time to prepare for this "talk". And what I mean by "talk" is possible yelling and screaming.

After dinner, we clean up and all go sit down in the living room. "Your mother said you have something to tell us?" Dad said with a stern look on his face. My mother sat next to him and had my pride flag on her lap. I figured there was only one was only one easy way to tell them. "IM GAY!" I yell. My parents are speechless. They have a surprised and disappointed look on the faces. Now I know I'm in trouble.

"Go to your room," My mom says. I can see it in her eyes that she's not trying to blow up on me. I don't try and argue do to the fact that she is already mad enough. I just hang my head low and start walking up the stairs. When I get about halfway up the stairs, I hear my say" I can't believe our son is a faggot!! I thought we raised him to be better than this!" I thought she wouldn't support me but to hear those word comes out her mouth breaks me into pieces. I knew I had to get out of there.

I packed my bag with some things and hopped out my second-story window. I didn't look back after running for about 20 minutes. It could have been longer but all of the adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I couldn't tell. Eventually, I found somewhere to relax. I knew my parents would start looking for me so couldn't stay in one spot for too long. So after a couple of minutes, I got up and started walking.

I had left the house around 6:30. It was getting dark now and I didn't want to go back just yet. I had found an alley between the Coffee shop and pizza place. It was clean-ish. Other than the dumpsters and some old cardboard boxes scattered around, it was ok. I decided to go to the far corner so no one would see me. After a while of relaxing, I began to doze off.

As I was about to fall asleep, I heard someone calling my name. I could hear a faint Chris everytime I went to close my eyes. But before I could close my eyes, I saw someone walking towards me. I was too tired to try and get up so I just watched walk closer. When he got close enough for me to see his face, I realized that he was just a homeless man. But there was something more to him. I just couldn't figure it out.

"Hi," The homeless guy said

"Hello there," I said. Deep down I knew I could trust him but I didn't know to what extent

"What's your name, young man?" He said

"My name is Chris," I said.

"You look troubled," He said. I decided to trust him because at this point I had nothing else to lose.

"Yea I am," I said sadly

"Do you wanna talk about it?" the man said

"Yea. My parents don't support me and my decisions. I came out to them today as gay today and they went off."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. That must have been tough". He says, feeling my pain too.

 (Now this is where it get weird)

Under my breath, I said " I wish my parents accept me and support my decisions"

"Your wish is my command, Chris," he says

"Wait, wha--" And just like, that he's gone!

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