TW////: domestic violence, homophobia, murder, suicide, Cussing, Profanity
For as long as I can recall, I loved girly things but I thought it was because I was a feminine straight guy. But of course, I was just regular gay. When I saw my boyfriend Noah Hudson, the captain of the football team. for the first time I knew that he was mine. We met on a school trip where I tripped over myself and he caught me in his strong arms. We've been together 3 years and tonight is prom night. It was probably around 3 pm as I can recall my boyfriend asked me to go to the prom with him. Of course, I said yes
He hugged me softly and I could feel his strong arms and smell his cologne as he softly whispered into my ear, “ Pick you up at 8 pm cutie.” As I push him away aggressively, I firmly said: ” No, Noah my parents don't know I am gay, much less dating you”. He gave me a look I will never forget, like he was broken inside and out and he said in a quivering voice, “ See you at 8 pm sharp. Tell your parents before I pick you up”. He was hanging his head down sadly as I said goodbye to him as I was getting into my mom's car. I didn't talk to my mother the whole car trip and when I got out of the car my mom said “ Get ready for dinner in an hour”. I replied, “Yes, ma’am”. As that hour passed, I created a speech of what I going to say and I was freaking out. Would I be accepted or rejected? As I heard "Come down, it's ready”, I rushed downstairs, nervously shaking my cold hands with my head hanging down as I was going to the kitchen table. As I sat down, my mother and father both said, “ Are you doing okay? You don't seem like you are feeling well”. I said, “ Yeah, I am feeling fine”. It was awkwardly silent for a long time until my dad said “Have you found a pretty girl to take to prom?”. I said” Not exac-” as he cuts me off saying “ I am sure you did. You're a good-looking guy and funny if I might add .” he said with a wink. As I tried to raise my voice, saying “I didn't find a girl bu-”, he kept talking. I was building up anger and I jumped up from my seat and slammed my hands on the table yelling “I AM GAY AND I AM TAKING MY BOYFRIEND NOAH HUDSON TO THE PROM TONIGHT!!!”. My mom hugged me and it felt so comforting. While she was crying she said, “I am proud of you my beautiful baby boy ”, but on the other hand, my dad gave me a look of disapproving my whole existence. After my mom hugged me, my dad whispered in a very nasty tone “Go into your room and don't come out until I say so”. I did what he asked, but while I was crying, my heart felt heavy and cold and I wanted a hug again. I looked up to my dad it and was very hard getting rejected by him. I was in my room until around 6:30 pm and as I was getting ready for prom, I heard my parents arguing. I began eavesdropping and I heard my dad saying “I didn't raise no god damn faggot! I raised him in the church he knows HE IS A SIN! He needs Conversion Therapy! This is all your goddam fault! YOURS, not mine! All yours!”. My mom replied, “He's perfect how he is and we’re both his parents! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CRUEL”. You could hear how terrified my mom was in her voice. I was crying quietly because she had always been here for me, protected me when I needed it the most. Then it went very quiet, so I walked across the hallway to peek through the door crack of my parent's room to see what was going on. As I got there, I looked and saw my dad's red face grab the semi-automatic pistol he got from his father, point it at my poor wonderful mother, and scream from the top of his lungs, “ He's not my son, he's yours, stupid bitch! ”. I jumped through the door so fast my head was spinning out of control. I could barely think. I tried to grab the gun out of his hand while he was fighting back and shot it through the bedroom window. The glass was everywhere. The next shot was by me, an accidental shot in his right shoulder. As he was screaming bloody murder, it hurt my ears. There was blood everywhere and I was so terrified I had no idea what was going on around me. My mom went to comfort him out of guilt that this was her fault. He hugged her while her head was on his chest but there was a piece of glass beside him on the ground. He slowly picks it up and stabs her in the neck multiple times, I looked at him as I said “You're the one going to rot in Hell! I loved her, you son of a bitch” and I shot him in the head. As I dropped the gun, stunned, I went to kneel next to my mom to help her with her bloody open wounds, trying to clean them. She died in my arms within minutes. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe, so I took the last shot and help myself from the trauma I had caused myself, as well as the pain in my heart. My last words were with my face covered in tears, “I love you Noah Hudson. I will be forever yours”.
Dispatcher: “911, what is your emergency?”.
I live at 302 Magnolia road and I’m calling about the house next door. I’ll like to make a noise complaint."