Healing After a Storm
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
509
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own this work, do not steal it! This is a work of fiction; any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental; if I've borrowed from anyone, it is properly noted (but I didn't because this is
Healing After a Storm: Chapter 1
A/N: So I've decided to try and write my own story. I'm not sure where I'm going with it but it was just something I've been working on. If you like it please review...if you want more, please review. I'm not saying that I won't write anymore if you don't review, I'm just saying that reviews might encourage me to write more. Anywho...enjoy! [Sorry no beta :(]
Oh yeah...Alex is 17 and a highschool senior. But you'll learn more about him and any other characters that might come up.
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Alex woke up from the nightmare again. He could never remember it but he knew it was upsetting because he always woke up in a cold sweat breathing extremely hard. Alex grasped for a breath trying in vain to recall the dream but it was useless.
He slowly got out of bed and made his way to the door, out of the hall and to the bathroom, across the hall from is bedroom. He didn’t even bother turning on the light, his mind trying to recall the dream that evaded his consciousness. But it was unless.
As he waited for the shower to warm up, Alex flipped on the lights, closed the door and went to the sink to brush his teeth. After brushing his teeth, the water was finally warm enough and Alex stepped into the shower. The water encased him in a warm rainy mist. He breathed in the steam from the hot water and just stood under the shower letting the water settle his nerves.
Alex was tired, so very tired of all of it. He was tired of not getting a good night’s sleep, of waking up in cold sweats. He wondered, when and if it would all change.
He knew what was next for him in his day. So he made his way downstairs, hoping not to run into his father. He and his father have not had a good relationship since he came out to his parents. It’s not that it was bad, it was just, his father decided not to acknowledge him unless he absolutely need to. They rarely spoke or offered any type of communication to each other.
As Alex made his way downstairs, he heard his mother humming in the kitchen. He loved it when his mom sung, but she hasn’t sung anything since he and his father stopped communicating. She only hummed a very sad tune. It wasn’t something Alex recognized but he noticed it had a very melancholy tone and a dying fall in the notes. It made his heart sink and want to cry out.
This house was once filled with happiness, but now it was in a depressed state. If he could change it he would. He wanted to take back telling his parents he was gay, but it couldn’t happen. It was already said.
Alex leaned in the walkway of the kitchen, recalling the day the happiness left the house...
“Hey Dad, do you mind if I talk with you and mom?” Alex asked his father.
“Sure son, hey Lena, Alex needs to talk to us.” Carl spoke out to his wife who was in the kitchen wiping down a counter top.
It was a Sunday evening, around 8:30pm. They had just finished a family dinner and Alex’s father was sitting in his lounge chair reading the newspaper. Lena, Alex’s mom came in the living room, grabbed her knitting and sat next to Carl on the couch. She smiled at her son and her husband and proceeded to knit.
Alex knew that things were going to change. Up until now, he had a wonderful relationship with his parents. He and his father did monthly fishing trips, and sometimes his mom would tag alone. But Alex wondered how his family would take this secret he has been keeping from them. Would it change? He knew he had to tell them and he felt like they had a strong family bond that wouldn’t change, even if their only son was gay. At least he hoped.
Oh yeah...Alex is 17 and a highschool senior. But you'll learn more about him and any other characters that might come up.
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Alex woke up from the nightmare again. He could never remember it but he knew it was upsetting because he always woke up in a cold sweat breathing extremely hard. Alex grasped for a breath trying in vain to recall the dream but it was useless.
He slowly got out of bed and made his way to the door, out of the hall and to the bathroom, across the hall from is bedroom. He didn’t even bother turning on the light, his mind trying to recall the dream that evaded his consciousness. But it was unless.
As he waited for the shower to warm up, Alex flipped on the lights, closed the door and went to the sink to brush his teeth. After brushing his teeth, the water was finally warm enough and Alex stepped into the shower. The water encased him in a warm rainy mist. He breathed in the steam from the hot water and just stood under the shower letting the water settle his nerves.
Alex was tired, so very tired of all of it. He was tired of not getting a good night’s sleep, of waking up in cold sweats. He wondered, when and if it would all change.
He knew what was next for him in his day. So he made his way downstairs, hoping not to run into his father. He and his father have not had a good relationship since he came out to his parents. It’s not that it was bad, it was just, his father decided not to acknowledge him unless he absolutely need to. They rarely spoke or offered any type of communication to each other.
As Alex made his way downstairs, he heard his mother humming in the kitchen. He loved it when his mom sung, but she hasn’t sung anything since he and his father stopped communicating. She only hummed a very sad tune. It wasn’t something Alex recognized but he noticed it had a very melancholy tone and a dying fall in the notes. It made his heart sink and want to cry out.
This house was once filled with happiness, but now it was in a depressed state. If he could change it he would. He wanted to take back telling his parents he was gay, but it couldn’t happen. It was already said.
Alex leaned in the walkway of the kitchen, recalling the day the happiness left the house...
“Hey Dad, do you mind if I talk with you and mom?” Alex asked his father.
“Sure son, hey Lena, Alex needs to talk to us.” Carl spoke out to his wife who was in the kitchen wiping down a counter top.
It was a Sunday evening, around 8:30pm. They had just finished a family dinner and Alex’s father was sitting in his lounge chair reading the newspaper. Lena, Alex’s mom came in the living room, grabbed her knitting and sat next to Carl on the couch. She smiled at her son and her husband and proceeded to knit.
Alex knew that things were going to change. Up until now, he had a wonderful relationship with his parents. He and his father did monthly fishing trips, and sometimes his mom would tag alone. But Alex wondered how his family would take this secret he has been keeping from them. Would it change? He knew he had to tell them and he felt like they had a strong family bond that wouldn’t change, even if their only son was gay. At least he hoped.