Warning: some homophobic comments
The car rolls to a stop, followed by a click and the sound of the engine dying as the car is turned off. Ezra's father gets out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him before heading up to unlock the house. His mother lets out a sigh before climbing out herself to follow behind him. His sister who sat across from him in the backseat gave him a frown and a murmured sorry before slipping out of the car. The whole car ride home had been intensely silent, almost painfully so. Ezra wasn't sure what was worse, to be honest, his parents not saying a single word, or what would be said once they got into the house and finally did speak.
His mother had just walked through the door, his father glaring at him as if saying "get your ass in here right now". He glanced down the street with a defeated sigh. He wanted to just open the door and run for it, not look back, and make his way back to Owen's arms where he actually felt safe and loved. Unfortunately, he knew that wasn't possible right now. The longer he sat here, the more he would anger his father so he got out of the car and made his way into the house.
His sister was ordered to go to her room, which she did without complaint, feeling horribly guilty she felt she deserved to be sent to her room. Ezra was pissed at her for blurting out that he and Owen were together in front of both their parents and Owen's, shoving the two of them right out of the closet. He knew it was an accident, a slip, being so used to being open with the two of them herself, but that didn't make him any less pissed at the moment.
Ezra on the other hand was ushered, forcefully, into the living room. "What the HELL was all of that, Ezra??" his dad barked out. Ezra just looked at him for a moment, trying to find words to say, but failing for several seconds. "I... I..." he stammered, his dad cutting him off. "You what, Ezra? What excuse could you have for being sinful like this?" he interjected. The words ripped at Ezra, hearing his father feel that way about the relationship with man he loved.
"I'm not being sinful! And you guys have always loved Owen and I being close!" he argued, tears brimming in his eyes. His father grated his teeth. "As friends. Not anymore, now that he's drug you into his sinful ways," he hissed. The words sucked the breath right out of Ezra's chest. "I'm disappointed too, honey. But I'm sure it's just a phase. Something he needed to get out of his system. And now he has and we can all move on, right baby?" his mother chimed in, then gave him a look, as if he was hopeful he would say yes. But he couldn't. It wasn't just a phase, or him experimenting, he was in love with Owen. "But I.." he began to speak, wanting to have them understand how he felt, how in love he was, how pure and magical the love they had was. Instead, his father interrupted, letting out a sigh, "Ezra! I don't want to hear another word about it. About Owen or any other men. Whatever this was, it's over. And I don't want to hear another word about it! Now go up to your room," he commanded. "But Dad," he began before being shot a death glare that Ezra knew to not fight. The tears he'd been striving hard to fight back were now breaking thorough. He quickly turned and ran towards his room, knowing his dad would just be even more upset if he started crying over the whole thing.
In his room, he buried himself in his blankets, wishing he could forget about everything that had just happened in the last hour or so. He sent Owen a text, asking him to sneak over when he could. He needed some comfort and support, the kind that only Owen could provide.