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A prompt a week - 21. Alex's Betrayal - Prompt 348
“Can you give me one reason why I should believe you?” Tommy looked his son who stood there shaking and nearly naked in the hallway.
“Come on, Dad. I mean …”
“No. Don’t come on me.” Tommy took a step back and shook his head. “I trusted you, Alex, and this how you repay that trust? You bring over someone and have sex with them in my bed?”
“Dad, we …”
Tommy held up his hand. “I don’t care what you did. I don’t want to know.” Tommy paused. “Tell whoever it is in there to get dressed and then both of you meet me downstairs.”
Alex dropped his eyes and headed back into the bedroom and closed the door.
“Your father is going to kill us,” whispered Bart.
“I don’t even know if he realized I wasn’t with a girl.” Alex stood there shivering as Bart handed him the shirt that had been on the edge of the bed.
“I better try to slip out.”
“No!” Alex looked wide eyed at Bart. “I can’t face him alone. Please.”
Bart went white as a sheet. “Your father is going to kill me.”
“I have no idea how badly he is going to react.” Alex nearly fell as he pulled on his shorts. He absentmindedly slipped into his slides.”You’re dressed?”
“Yeah I started getting dressed as soon as you ran out after him. I figured I might have to make a fast getaway.” Bart blushed.
Alex just nodded and the two boys moved out into the hallway.
“I never should have said we should use your father’s bed,” Bart’s voice cracked as he tried to whisper to Alex
“I shouldn’t have listened. We should have gone to my room, locked the door, and turned up the music.”
Alex took the lead down the steps and Bart followed.
“Take a seat, boys.”
Alex turned to see his father standing before the couch watching him and Bart come down the stairs.
Alex swallowed and both boys walked over to the couch and sat down.
“Let me begin by saying the fact you are gay isn’t an issue for me. Since your mother died I’ve had to raise you alone and I love you. I want you to understand that.”
Alex looked at his father like he’d just grown three heads. He didn’t say anything.
Bart looked from father to son and just kept quiet.
“I do wish you would learn to change and wash your sheets though. Especially if you two are going to play around in your room. It smells like a locker room and then like a whore house. “
Bart gasped.
“Please, if you two didn’t think I knew what you were up to when I came home and you were both in Alex’s room, Bart, then I would be an idiot.” Tommy began to pace before the two boys.
Alex just swallowed.
“What I don’t like is the disrespect you both showed me today. I have never commented on anything you two do.” Tommy shook he head. “I don’t pry. I tell you if you are going to have sex to have safe sex. I taught you all about condoms, aids, abstaining from sex, and all the rest. I know teenagers experiment and that you would find a place to do it, if you couldn’t do it in a safe place like your room.”
Alex could barely look at his father.
“I knew you were gay, Alex. You are going to be eighteen next month and not once have you had a girl over, a date with one, or hell even a study date. Instead you were part of the team, the guys came for pizza, and you were only ever alone with Bart.” Tommy sat down across from the boys. “I’ve only ever asked three things of you. First was to let me know where you will be so I can find you always.”
Alex nodded.
“Secondly if you were going to be late to call.”
“I do,” Alex whispered.
“And finally to stay out of my room.”
Alex blushed and just looked down at his feet.
“It was my fault, Mr. Little.” Bart looked over at Alex’s father and blushed deeply.
“Oh, I see. So you opened the door, tossed my six foot tall son over your much smaller body, and carried him to the bed. Then you stripped him and had your way with him.”
Bart opened his mouth and couldn’t say anything. He stared bugged eyed at Mr. Little and then looked at Alex who blushed an even deeper red.
“That’s what I thought.” Tommy shook his head. “Look, you both take part of the blame. Bart, you are banned from my house unless I am home from now on.”
Bart looked his feet and didn’t say anything.
“Alex, I expected more from you. I’ve never had to worry about or think you weren’t careful. Now, you have to earn my trust again. You graduate in two weeks. You plan to go to college in the fall. As of this moment I am not giving you a dime toward anything unless you can prove to me you are the son I thought you were. That means you are still calling when you are late, you are to pass your finals with flying colors, and you better have a job for the summer. You can’t goof off now. You might have to pay for everything on your own if you screw up so I’d suggest you get busy looking for one tomorrow.”
Alex paled as he listened to his father.
“Dad, you wouldn’t really force me to pay for it all on my own, would you?”
“Try me. You broke your faith with me. You didn’t come to me or tell me about you. I had to learn on my own. Then you decided that not only wouldn’t you share who you were with me, or the fact you were going with Bart, but you decided to take him into my bed to have sex. So if you can’t trust me or tell me anything, why should I trust you?”
Alex looked at his father and could see his father was truly disappointed in him. There wasn’t any anger, just hurt as he spoke.
“Say goodnight to Bart. I am going up to my room to change the sheets. I doubt you thought enough to do that.”
Tommy got up and left his son and Bart alone in the living room.
“He didn’t kill us,” Bart said as he looked at Alex.
“I wish he had. This is so much worse.” Alex raked his hand through his hair. “I really fucked up, Bart. He doesn’t trust me. I … I’ve never had to worry about anything. Dad always had my back.”
“Relax. He is just mad.”
“No.” Alex shook his head as he looked at Bart. “That’s just it. He isn’t mad. Mad I could work with. He is disappointed in me and he doesn’t trust me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Dad is all about trust. As long as he trusts you, he will bend over backwards to help you. Break that trust, well, people vanish from his life once they break his trust. It is really hard to get it back.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No.” Alex began to cry. “I’ve really hurt him bad.”
Bart walked over and hugged Alex tightly.
“Time to go home, Bart. Alex, make sure you lock up.” Tommy’s voice called down the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”
“Okay, Dad.”
Alex looked up the staircase but there was no answer.
“Wow. Your father has never been that way.”
“Go home, Bart. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I have to figure out how to fix this.”
Bart gave Alex a last hug and walked out the front door.
Alex locked up the house and made his way to his room. He paused by his father’s door only to hear the door lock as he stood there. Tears ran down his face as he realized he had hurt the one man who had always stood by him and wondered how he could repair the damage.
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