It started after the phone call.
Dad had just sat down at the table next to Carol, I was next to Finn and we were a
bout to start eating when the phone rang. Dad got up to answer it, before anyone else could, so we waited for him to come back. After 10 minutes Carol said to just go ahead and start, while she went to see what was taking so long. Finn immediately began scarfing down food like he was about to be fried in the electric chair. I slowly took a few bites, wondering what was going on in the living room. Carol silently came back in and sat down looking worried.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Finn asked between bites of food.
She looked up, and smiled. "Nothing sweetheart. Hurry up and finish, you and I are going to get ice cream." She then looked over at me, "Kurt, honey, your father wants to talk to you when you are finished. He's up in your room."
I quickly got up, "okay, I'll clean up afterwards". I made my upstairs and opened my door, to find my dad sitting on my bed looking at a picture of me and Finn. "Dad?"
He looked at me, and then stood up. "Kurt. Sit down." I sat quickly, since he looked mad.
"Dad? What's wrong? Did something happened? Who was on the phone?"
He glared at me, before telling me to shut up. I gasped. Had I heard him right? "This is your fault!"
"Dad? I don't. What's going on? I don't understand." I could feel my eyes burning, just waiting for the tears to fall.
"I got a call from the police department. Somebody spray painted the word 'FAG' all over the shop's windows. And some of the cars out front got their windows smashed in. So. You tell me. Why did this happen?" He was past mad, there was something in his eyes, that made my heart sink.
"Please. Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't do it, It wasn't my fault-" I didn't even finish my sentence before my cheek was on fire. I hissed and choked back a sob.
"This is your fault. If you weren't such a fag, this wouldn't have happened!" I couldn't breathe. Was this really happening? "
Ok... so this is my fist ever story! let me know what you all think! :D