"Mum, Dad, I'm gay"
I watched as my mother's face contorted into a series of different expressions, from mild surprise to understanding to disappointment. My father, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time trying not to explode.
"No." he stated firmly through gritted teeth. "My son - my only son - is not... gay." He stood up and nodded his head, as if to confirm that his statement was true.
I was worried that this would happen. My father had never been too accepting of homosexuals. "Yes Dad, I am. I'm sorry if y-"
"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he cut me off. "We have to do something about this. I will not have a queer living under my roof!"
I was as disgusted at him as he appeared to be at me. "Maybe I'll move out then!" I snarled.
My father laughed at this. "Yeah, go live with your boyfriend, Frank!"
"You know what? I think I will! At least he cares about me!"
Ha. He didn't see that one coming. I smirked to myself.