⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
Parents: Jack and Zach
Corbyn: 17
Daniel: 15
Jonah: 6
Daniels P.O.V
I wasn't always sad. I swear, I never meant to mess everything up. It started when I accidentally dropped Corbyn's phone down the food dispenser.
"What the hell, Daniel!?" I remember my older brother scream.
"I- I didn't mean too!" I immediately apologised. "I- I- I swear, I'm so sorry"
"You are such a fucking freak" Corbyn screamed in my face, shoving me the then fourteen year old me onto the tiled floor.
My dads heard but didn't say anything.
Then there was the time I accidentally broke my then five year old brothers you. He screamed, he hit me and bit me. I bought him a new one but he still hasn't fully forgiven me.
"Why did you do that?" Jonah tearfully asked me.
"Jo, I di-"
"Don't call me that. I don't like you anymore, you're the worst big brother ever! I prefer Corbyn and he's never even here!"
"Jonah I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new one" I tearfully responded.
He threw the broken toy at me, afterwards he stormed off upstairs and I heard my one of my dads sigh as he walked into the room.
"Why did you do that, Daniel?" My dad, Jack, questioned. Disappointment washed over his face.
But they don't care about me anymore.
They go out without inviting me, they visit grandma without me. They do everything, without me. I understand though, I'd hate me too.
Corbyn, my older brother who I share a room with, doesn't hear me cry myself to sleep. Unless he does, but he probably doesn't care about me.
Corbyn never notices that i spend extra time in our shared bathroom. He doesn't care about me, he's always so engrossed in his IPhone.
But maybe he should pay more attention to the real world for a change.
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I've known I was gay ever since i was little, I had a crush on a boy named Noah when I was seven.
But, of course me being a six year old, I didn't think much of it.
I grew up with two gay dads, so I thought it was normal.
But as I got older, the more I saw opposite gender relationships.
Before my family hated me, our dads told us no matter the gender
Love is love.
So why don't they love me anymore?
Two weeks later
I took a deep breath in.
Today was the day I was going to come out to my family.
Nervous was a huge understatement.
I walked into my shared bedroom, Corbyn was laid on his stomach.
A large smile was overtaking his face as he scrolled through social media.
