What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces? (Discontinued)

I stayed frozen, and I could practically feel the colour draining from my face. Tony looked towards me, eyes wide, clearly just as shocked as I was. I couldn’t breathe, all I could do, right now, was sit, frozen in shock and terror.

“Get out.” My father seethed, glaring at Tony.

Tony seemed frightened and stood up almost immediately, releasing my hand from his grip. You could see the tears building in his eyes. I quickly stood up after him,

“Not you Micheal!” He barked, his face slowly turning red out of anger.

Frankly, my father scares me slightly, so I grabbed Tony’s hand and gave it a small squeeze before sliding back down into the chair, solemnly watching Tony scarper out of the kitchen, and soon I heard the front door close quietly. Papa remained silent the entire time, glaring at everyone, and everything, in sight.
I looked across to Mama, who looked just as scared as I did, and gave her a pleading look. She nodded slightly, before turning to Papa.

“Amor, Usted tiene que calmarse.” Mama spoke calmly, and Papa spun around quicker than I had ever seen him, eyebrows raised, Looking quite comical.

“Cálmese ?! Cálmese ?! Nuestro hijo está saliendo con un chico!” To say he was angered, was a pretty big understatement.

“He can’t help it, love.” Mama spoke quietly. I admire her, trying to defend her sons when her husband, our papa, is clearly enraged. Papa remained silent, shooting daggers towards mama, before turning his menacing glare to my own shaking form.

“Why?” He demanded, all emotions had dispersed from his voice.

“Why what, Papa?” That was probably one of the worst things I could’ve done…
Papa slammed his hands onto the countertop, looking even more furious.

“Why, Micheal?!” He yelled this time, startling mama as I saw her jump from the corner of my eye.

“I love that boy, Papa!” I cried, trying to make him see what I felt.

“Love? Hah! He is a boy, Micheal! It’s wrong! You can’t love your own gender!” He yelled, flailing his arms, trying to get his ‘point’ across

“You know what? SCREW THIS!” I had had enough. I stood up, the wooden chair flying backwards, creating a big screech. “You sit down, right now.” Papa demanded, growing even more mad, because somehow that was possible.

I ignored the furious calls and ran out the kitchen, finding Victor crouched behind the kitchen door, listening intently, I pushed him out the way, mentally apologising and ran out the front door, ignoring the screams from inside.

I stood outside, freezing, trying to remember the way to Tony’s house. I had driven there many times, but clearly not enough to remember the route. I looked around.. Pretty sure it’s that way… I looked to the left.. Nope, definitely to the right. I took off in what is hopefully the direction to the small two story house that belongs to turtle.

Around 45 minutes later, I was walking up to the front porch of Tony’s house, I then realized something…

Tony ran to my house.. To get away from his homophobic mom.. And I, his boyfriend, am about to knock on the front door… Can only go well… Let’s hope anyone BUT his mom answer the door..

I slowly raised my clenched fist and tapped the door 3 times, praying to whoever was listening, that his mom didn’t answer the door. After a few moments, the door swung open and I breathed a big sigh of relief, spotting Lidia on the other side.

When she noticed me, her glare intensified, and she stepped outwards, closing the door behind herself.

“What did you do to Tony?” She hissed quietly, narrowing her eyes.

“I need to see him.” I ignored her vicious question.

“What did you do to him?” She asked slowly, louder this time.

“Just… Just let me see him, please, Lidia..” I sighed, pouting unintentionally.

She narrowed her eyes a few times, hopefully considering it. “Do NOT hurt him, Mike. Or I’ll come and chop your little friend off.” Her glare let me know she was being completely serious. I nodded, slightly fearful, and Lidia lead me inside.

She told me his room was 2nd on the left, so I slowly crept up the stairs, hoping not to alarm anyone else and easily identified his door, the one with the many AFI and Blink posters. The door made me smile a little, and I cautiously knocked, hearing the music that was quietly playing stop, and a broken voice said to come in, My only guess.. Tony was crying..

I carefully poked my head in the door and upon first glance, saw absolutely nothing. That was until I spotted a small lump under the covers on the bed.

“Tony?” I spoke quietly. The lump on the bed seemed to stop moving for a second, before the covers were flung backwards and Tony turned to face me. Then I could see his heavily tear-stained cheeks.

“Mikey?” He whispered, His voice hoarse.

I all but flew across the room and embraced Tony in a tight hug, as he began sobbing into my shoulder, hiccupping every so often.
I rocked him back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, trying to get him to calm down.

“What’s wrong, turtle?” I murmered, stroking the hair from his tear-filled face, and kissing his temple a few times.

“I thought I’d never be able to see you again.” He mumbled, through tears.

“Where would you get that idea?” I smiled back at him. He shrugged, burying his face further into my neck.

I pulled away slightly, and pecked his cheek lightly, letting my lips linger there for a second before pulling away gently. Tony blushed and giggled, planting a kiss on my neck in return. I tensed at the feeling, but I don’t think he noticed.

“So.. How’d you get out of it, anyway?” And in a flash, he was back to his timid self.

“I left the house…” Thinking back, that was a really, really bad move, it’s just going to anger Papa more..

Tony paused all actions for a moment, “You’re going to be in some deep shit..” Followed by a giggle.

It was cute, I’ll admit. Hell, everything Tony does it cute.

“Probably..” I muttered, lacing my fingers with his. I felt his lips press against my neck once more, more determind this time. I looked down at him and smiled. He smiled right back up, leaning up and giving me a chaste kiss.
“I love you.” He grinned up at me cheekily. “I love you too.” I smiled right back.

Notes

Sorry, I felt the need to write and this happened... :)

I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE, SO I APOLOGISE IF ANY OF THE SPANISH IS INCORRECT cx

I hope you enjoy it anyway. :)

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-Alisha :)