"Tony, just saying that dinner is finished," he says, dark eyes twinkling as he smiles at me. He doesn't really appreciate having to take care of me when my mum should be, but he tries to make me as comfortable as possible. So far, I've given him no reason to hate me, that'll change soon, I'm sure.

"Great," I mumble, smiling back at him. I follow behind him and keep my head hung, wondering if he would ask me about my reddened eyes and uncombed hair.

Once we reach the dining room and take our seats, I lick my chapped lips and look at my father. His blonde hair is combed back, creases on his forehead as he tries to pour gravy on his plate without messing up and pouring it on the tablecloth. Once he's done, I start to talk.

"So, I've come to some realizations," I start, forking up some cucumbers from the salad bowl. He raises an eyebrow and then goes back to eating. "And I just wanted to tell you that . . . Dad, can I have your full attention please?" He looked agitated, as if asking for his attention was too much.

"What'd you do? Get a girl pregnant?" He inquires, scrunching up his face at just the thought of it. I shake my head, thinking about how wrong he is.

"No, I . . . I'm . . ." I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair. I can feel my throat constructing like it does in class when I get called on in class, and a pit of disgust for myself sprouts in my gut. My heartbeat starts to quicken and I don't know if this is a good idea. "Dad, I'm gay," I blurt out, looking up at him for a slight second. He looks outraged, just as I thought he would. Without a second thought I run out of the dining room. I run to my room, closing the door behind me before I sit on the floor and weep into my hands.