Ok I have nothing against anybody alright. I have nothing against homosexuals, heterosexuals, Christians (that's mentioned in this)or any of the like. I'm open minded and I want you to know that because this chapter...it's heavy

TW: homophobia, use of the "f" slur, a lot of swearing, abuse, Michael has a panic attack, this is in my headcanon btw so like...this is what happened to Michael when he came out.

Michael was standing in the center of the living room, his mother and father both awaiting his little announcement.

"Okay, Mama, Papa, I...I've been thinking, and I realized I should absolutely tell you this because it's who I am and if I don't I'll just be lying to both you and myself and I can't do that." He took in a breath, clenching his hands before letting them fall to his sides. "I'm g-gay. I don't like girls...I like guys..." He smiled as he finished, content with himself. His father stood up and walked over to him. Michael didn't speak at all, he was more confused than anything.

"I can't believe my own son is a fucking homosexual." He spoke with venom in his words, picking his son up violently by the collar of his shirt.

"Mike put him down plea-" His mother was cut off by his father turning around and glaring her down.

"Let me guess, you're only gay because of your little friend, what's his name, Jerry?"

"It's J-Jeremy and y-yes I love him b-but I just-" Mr. Mell threw Michael across the floor, causing the small boy to shake in absolute horror.

"No son of mine is gonna be a fucking fag." Michael was crying at this point. He was curled into a ball on the floor and his eyes were clenched tightly.

"Mike that is enough." His mother stood up and walked over, pulling her husband away. "You're causing your own son to have a damn panic attack." She pointed out how Michael's breath was beginning to lose its flow, and how he was shaking rapidly and wasn't speaking, just mumbling.

"It's what he deserves for being a homosexual. These gay people really think that they're good people? They've disgraced the Lord for goodness sake!"

"They haven't disgraced anybody. If anybody's a disgrace it's you. You're abusing your own son for being himself!!"

"I should have known to just homeschool him, maybe then he would have never met Jeremy and fallen in love with him." Mr. Mell was pissed, and Mrs. Mell was starting to regret trying to reason with him.

"Jeremy is a well behaved young boy for his age, you should be glad Michael actually has a caring friend who loves and supports him for being himself." Mrs. Mell took a step forward and so did Mr. Mell. He pushed her towards the couch but she ended up falling on the floor.

"I can't believe you actually are supporting this....disgrace." Mr. Mell spoke harshly and Michael was still watching in fear. He slowly stood up, shakily walking away. His dad was too busy yelling at his mom to notice.

He made it to his room and quickly dialed Jeremy's number with his shaking hands, "please pick up" he thought repeatedly.

"Michael?" Jeremy's squeaky voice ran through the line and Michael smiled a bit.

"Jere....my...my parents...they're fighting...physically...well m-more like my d-dad is abusing my mom...and I-I'm upstairs...I'm scared...what if he kills her?" Michael whimpered and Jeremy felt his heart break.

"Calm down Mikey...it's okay, I can sneak into your room if you want, would you like that?" Jeremy's voice was quiet and gentle, calming Michael down.

"Y-Yeah but...we c-can't let my dad know you're here..."

"Okay." With that they ended the call and Michael sat against his door, holding his Inky plush close to his chest and rocking back and forth, the yelling filling his head and making him want to die.

Eventually he heard a knock on the window and seen Jeremy. He went over and unlocked it quickly, hugging the taller boy whilst in tears.

"Ok Michael, what's wrong?" Jeremy asked and Michael realized...he'd have to tell Jeremy he was gay. "Michael seriously w-what's wrong, I'm worried about you. Why are your parents fighting?"

"T-They're fighting because I'm...I'm...." He stopped and sighed, holding Jeremy tightly. "I'm gay. I came out a-and my dad got pissed and shit went down and I had a panic attack and I'm freaking out because my dad thinks you're the reason I'm gay and probably hates you and I just...I'm scared."

"You're gay?" Jeremy moved some of Michael's curls out of his face and Michael looked down, nodding. "That's c-cool."

"Wait you aren't...mad?"

"Why would I be mad, you're being yourself." Jeremy motioned for the bed and the two sat down together.

"If only my dad could be like you."

"MICHAEL OMIPON MELL GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!!" Michael froze at his dad's voice.

"Hey, hey, calm down...I'll go with you." Jeremy held Michael's hand but the shorter boy shook his head.

"He'll hurt you."

"I don't care Michael I'm going with you." Jeremy walked to the door, holding his hand out for Michael.

"Umm...fine." Michael took the hand and went downstairs, Jeremy by his side.

"Why is he here?" Mr. Mell asked and both boys stared in horror at Michael's mom abused on the floor trying to sit up.

"MAMA!" Michael quickly ran over to her and began crying harder. Jeremy was going to follow but Mr. Mell blocked him off.

"You little fag...you turned my son into s fucking homosexual." Jeremy was shaking, nobody even knew he was bi so how did he make Michael gay? Mr. Mell took another step towards Jeremy and grabbed his arm, causing the boy to start crying. Michael must have heard because he turned around in absolute fury.

He did the only thing he could, run up to his father and kick him where it hurts.

"Nobody touches Jeremy!!" He yelled, running to his best friend and hugging him. Jeremy was still staring at Michael's dad, who used his ring to cut Michael's ankle, causing him to lose balance from the pain, luckily Jeremy caught him.

"Get out." Jeremy stared at Michael's father, the only thing he was feeling bring absolutely pissed. Mr. Mell didn't move, and Jeremy sighed. "Fuckin get the hell out of here!! You abused your d-damn wife and son because they're different than you want! If you want the perfect fucking family, how's about you go make a new one and leave these two alone!!" Jeremy yelled and Mr. Mell just stared at him. "NOW."

"Fine. I'm not letting you get your gay on me...fucking gay bitches..." He stood up and limped out, leaving Michael, his mother, and Jeremy there.

Michael now had his head on Jeremy's legs, sobbing aggressively.

"Shh, it's alright Mikey... it's alright...relax... he's gone now...you're safe now..." Jeremy cooed, calmly stroking Michael's head, causing the smaller male to blush furiously.

"Jeremy...thank you...I didn't k-know you had it in you...to do that..." Michael's sobs were slowly becoming whimpers as he spoke.

"Well I wasn't gonna let him just abuse you. You're my favorite person, I would never let anything happen to you." Jeremy was gently helping Michael to sit up, and he cupped his cheek and wiped away his tears. "You don't deserve any shit like that. You deserve only the best. So what you're gay, that's just who you are, and I'll support that. I'll support anything you do...I care about you so much Michael...I won't let you get hurt like that again, okay?"

"Jeremy...what did I d-do to deserve you?" Michael mumbled and Jeremy hugged him tightly.

"You were nice to me....that's all you did...you seen me where everybody else seen a useless loser..."

"Jeremy... thanks for being my friend..." Michael whispered, burying himself in Jeremy's jacket, and the taller boy smiled.

"I love you Michael...I promise I'll be right here when you need me." Michael smiled at that, he knew Jeremy didn't love him romantically but he didn't care...he was just glad he was there.

Eventually they helped Michael's mom to the couch and Jeremy went and grabbed the first aid, proceeding to help cover the wounds, before he and Michael snuggled together and watched a movie, and Maganda went to her room to remove her husband's stuff.

When she came back down, she seen Michael and Jeremy passed out on each other, hands intertwined. She pulled her phone out and took a picture.

"That is going in the scrapbook."