“I don’t wanna see you get hurt…like I did. “What are you talking about?! Xxx video I’m not sick.”
“But, Malik–”
“Being gay is not a disease,” I firmly stated. This angered him, and without second thought, he tackled my friend. “Don’t you EVER fuckin’ call him that again, you fuckin’ douche bag!” He punched him one good time in the face, spilling blood on the white floor. I hate the idea of my ONLY son…” She paused. Sighing, I said, “No. “Sorry,” she surprisingly says, sighing. “Malik,” whispered a voice from behind my locker door. Bye.” She walked to the door. “…experimenting.” It felt weird talking about my sexual orientation with my homophobic mother. “Okay. “Am I still grounded?”
“Uhhh…” she said, her hand on the doorknob. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Whoa!” he chuckled, leaning against the locker with a smile.
