Ty

"So, who's the lucky lady?" I blinked out of my daydream of replaying the events of last night with Sam when my mom came into the kitchen.

"Lady?" I blinked at her, wondering what she was talking about. I saw her smile and look away.

"Heard you got in late last night, got a little noisy Ty, need to be more mindful." All the blood in my head drained out of my body as I stared at her. She thinks I was with a girl... oh fuck. She heard us last night!

At the worst possible moment, Sam walked into the kitchen, fresh from the shower looking so innocent even though he was anything but. I wanted to scream at him, to get out of here and run as fast as he could but it was too late.

I watched my mom look at Sam in surprise and then when she looked back at me, I saw nothing but horror on her face.

"Mom..."

"Ty, what is he doing here?"

"He has a name you know, you're being rude to my guest."

"Who's being rude?" My father walked in at that time which completely overwhelmed me to the point I felt myself retreating to the young boy who could barely look him in the eye.

By that time, Sam sat next to me on the bench at the table I was sitting at, his hand going straight for mine underneath so no one could see. He squeezed it, reassuring me that I'm not going through this alone.

"Mom is being rude to Sam. Acting like he shouldn't even be here." My dad finally glanced over at Sam as he poured himself some coffee and then scowled at me.

"She's right, you know how I feel about you hanging out with someone from another race team. Especially someone who's been your rival on and off track."

"Dad..." He stared at me then and looked at Sam. The realization hit him and he slammed down his mug, causing coffee to splash everywhere.

"Ty Randall."

"Don't." I shook my head, stopping my father from going further but it was impossible.

"You're fucking the enemy?" Both Sam and I winced when my dad yelled, throwing his coffee mug into the sink where it shattered.

Sam squeezed my hand as hard as he could, his body shaking and I hated that he had to be here to see this. I don't want them to attack him, not the one person who I was completely in love with. Seeing my parents look at him like he was the plague made me want to throw up.

I felt so ashamed at this moment.

"Dad..."

"This conversation is done. When I get back from work I don't want to see him or you in that matter."

"Wait, c'mon! Let me talk." I was running after my dad at this point, my mom busying herself in the kitchen like nothing is going on.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes there is! Fuck!"

"Watch your mouth."

"Oh, now you want to talk, mom? Wasn't it you that told me that when I find someone that I truly love that you'll accept them no matter what?"

"Well that was before..."

"No, it doesn't work like that and you know it!"

"So you're gay now, is that it?" My dad was spitting mad. I could see the way he was grinding his teeth.

"So, what if I was?" My dad looked at me with a blank expression. I held my breath waiting for him to speak and when he did, my heart stopped beating.

"Then you're no longer my son."

Tears instantly ran down my face as he turned and walked away from me.

"Coy, honey." My mom started to run after him but stopped, turning to me. "He doesn't mean that, honey, it's just... you know how he doesn't like you spending time with someone from another team. You two haven't been the best on track and you know how much your father despises him." My mom nodded towards Sam and I hated that he just saw everything.

After today, I wouldn't blame him one bit if he didn't want to be with me anymore.

"What about you?" I asked with hope. She just shook her head no and stepped away from me.

"You know how I feel about that, Ty."

"So you're just going to walk away and not support us?"

"I need to talk to your father."

That was the only answer I got out of her as she ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could.

I felt myself crumbling to the floor, strong arms catching me before I fell and hit my head. I cried out, holding onto Sam as tightly as I could.

"Shh, baby, I got you." I shook my head no, unsure of what I was saying no to. "Just breathe, I'm not going anywhere." I could hear sadness in his voice and it made me cry even more. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

Sam helped me up and walked me back downstairs to my room. I crawled under the blankets with him, holding onto Sam like a vice. If I let go, I knew I would shatter into a million pieces. Sam was the only glue holding me together right now. I didn't know how to move forward. I didn't even know what to think.

"Ty, I got you, okay?" I shook my head yes, hiccupping a sob as he pressed his forehead to mine.

"We'll get out of here, okay? We'll go to my place and stay there until Daytona. I'm not going to let you out of my sight."

"Okay." Those were the only words I could say as the world around me came crashing down.

I honestly didn't even know how I was going to go on.