TW: injuries, transphobia

Later that night, when his father was asleep, Patton crept into the kitchen. He loved his dad so, so much—he loved his mother too, but he wasn't ready to come out to his father. He wouldn't be able to bear if his father looked at him in the same disapproving way he knew his mother would.

And this was easy to pull off, because his mother always stayed up later than everyone else to finish doing dishes and laundry, and sewing back together torn dolls, or making Patton a frilly skirt..

She was an old school mom.

He had to admit, she was wonderful at sewing and making things, and the dresses and skirts and blouses were very beautiful. He kind of felt guilty, because he knew there were some other people who'd be so much more appreciative..

"H-hey there mom" Patton said shakily as he entered the room.

He had no idea how his mother would react. Mad? Sad? Angry? Accepting? ...Disappointed?

Patton frowned. No...no. He hated the feeling he got when he disappointed anyone..he couldn't bare to look into the eyes of someone who he knew was ashamed of him. Especially if that someone was his mother.

Who was supposed to be supporitive.

"Yes, dear?" She responded, setting down a now-clean plate. His mother didn't believe in dishwashers.

Especially if that person was his mother, who once would look at him with utter joy, and then anger and misunderstanding. Who was supposed to look at him the former way, with unconditional love.

He could still back out. Say something about a nightmare-no, no he couldn't-he had to do this. It was now or never.

"Mom, I-I need to talk to you. And I want you to know that-that i'm still your child, and that you-you need to give yourself some time to understand me-and-and to think about what this is putting me through mentally-"

"Pamela is this about the pregnancy? Oh, hon, I know I look at you weirdly sometimes but I know it's not your fault, you're still my sweet baby girl-"

"That's the thing mom! I'm not your sweet baby girl!"

"What?" She asked a little confused.

"I'm a boy!"

"...The birth certificate says you're a-"

"No-i'm not a boy as in I have hanging meat-"

"Hanging meat?" She questioned.

"A boys private part..I feel like i'm a boy though..mom, it's driving me insane, I can't look in the mirror anymore, I can't think about myself, everything feel so icky and wrong and-and i'm transgender" he admitted.

She dropped her glass plate in shock. It shattered into pieces, a perfect replica of Patton's heart in that moment.

"No. No daughter of mine is going to be one of those-those mental freaks!" She gasped, "Pam-pam, please tell me this is a joke?" She demanded.

"Mom-"

"No. We are getting a doctor to fix you right this second" she growled, grabbing Patton's arm, her nails digging into his skin.

"Mom-you-you're hurting me!" He cried.

She gripped harder, "oh, you're in for a world of hurt young lady!"

"What is going on?!" A loud voice boomed.

"Dad!" Patton cried, sobbing.

"Cookie!" His father yelled, running over.

"SHEILA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He roared.

She let go of Patton in shock. Mike never yelled.

Bruises formed immediately, nail marks were engraved into his skin, and he was bleeding. Was she that angry?

Patton looked up to his father, tears streaming down his face, and ran into his room, slamming his door. His parents chased after him, and tried to get in. Patton locked the door.

He grabbed a bag, and began to pack. He grabbed some clothes, his phone, his charger, a few personal items which he held dear to his heart, and a stuffed animal.

He opened his window from his second floor window, and jumped down.

It was at that moment his father got his door open.

He gasped, running to the window, screaming his daughter's name.

He got up off of the ground. He was bruised and scratched, covered in mud, but he still ran, all the way to Roman's house. Sobbing the whole way.

He would've gone to Logan's but Roman's was closer. He didn't stay behind to even wonder if his mom would calm-he could hear his father yelling at her, demanding to know what had happened-but he didn't care.

Because his father would be disappointed too, how could he not be?

Maybe his mother was right..maybe he was a freak.

He knocked hard on the door and Roman answered. He gasped as a bloody, bruised Patton fell into his arms. He was a sobbing mess.

Patton cried, telling Roman everything, and Roman agreed to let him stay, because why wouldn't he?

Roman texted the group chat, and Logan was there before Roman could hang up the phone.

"Did you-did you run all the way here-"

"Give me my boyfriend" Logan growled.

Roman practically threw Patton to Logan, who immediately began to console him.

"Uhm, Patt, why are you bleeding from..."

Patton looked down.

No.

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"Sheila..what did you do?!" Mike hissed.

"What I had to!" She yelled.

"No, but why?!" He asked.

"She is a tranny, Did you hear?!?l she laughed, on the verge of insanity, "I will not accept it!" She yelled, frantically.

"Pamela is transgender?" He asked quietly.

"See? You can't accept-"

He interrupted her, "Well, I've always wanted a son" and he smiled, "what's so wrong with it? If this is how he feels then why don't you just sit down and have a chat? Figure more out and come to a better understanding?"

"What?!?" She screeched, "it doesn't matter how she feels, the fact is, she has a mental disorder! She had a vagina! She is a woman!"

"Hey. I don't quite understand it either. And i'm not him, so I cannot call the shots, or tell him that his feelings are wrong-all we can do is respect and accept him! And call him by his preferred pronouns, and don't say tranny, it's rude" he demanded.

He pulled out his phone to text Patton.

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Patton sniffed, wiping a tear away. "She's going to tell dad..and he's going to hate me" he whimpered, getting into the car.

"Pat, calm down, stress will hurt the baby more! We need to get you to a hospital something bad could happen!"

Logan had explained to him that blood from down there was a very very bad sign.

Patton nodded. Then, he got a text. He noticed it was from his dad. Taking a shaky breath, he opened it.

Best🥰dad: So, have you thought of a new name yet? What would you like to go by from now on?

Patton closed his eyes, and sobbed some more, before he smiled, telling Roman, Logan, and Virgil, (who had showed up just a few minutes earlier) about his dad.

"That's amazing Pat! Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" Roman squealed.

"Well, what are you going to tell him?" Logan asked.

"What do you mean, 'what am I going to tell him?' My new name of course!"Patton exclaimed.

Pamela has changed their pronouns and name.

Pat: I'd like to go by Patton from now on.

Best🥰dad: That sounds very fitting.

Pat: thanks dad...love you

Best🥰dad: I love you too. And I just want you to know that I fully support you. Now, that doesn't mean I fully understand, and that I won't slip up, but just know, I think that whatever that mind of yours is telling you is perfect and your feelings are valid💙💙💙

They texted each other for a while, and his father told him that he might need to stay at Roman's for a few days to give his mom a chance to cool off.

Patton agreed, not wanting to face her just yet.

Oh, and he mentioned the possibility of a miscarriage as well, and that kind of freaked out his father, and his phone completely blew up.

'Patton, you know, people will make mistakes, alright? It'll take a while for them to get used to calling you he/him and Patton, so just, try to stay calm when they accidentally refer to you as your old self, alright?' Virgil explained.

"Yeah, I know...and I know they aren't going to do it on purpose, but it still hurts..to be reminded of everything you aren't..but what you strive to be..." he sniffled.

They pulled up to the hospital, and quickly brought him inside.

When the nurses saw Patton, bleeding from the ahem, vaginal regions, they brought him to a room immediately, as they were made aware that he was pregnant.

They all waited anxiously for tests to be done, and for the nurses to come back with results. Logan began looking up everything he could to reassure Patton.

"Light bleeding or spotting can occur 1 to 2 weeks after fertilization when the fertilized egg implants in the lining of the uterus. The cervix may bleed more easily during pregnancy because more blood vessels are developing in this area....blah blah blah..." he muttered as he read an article out loud.

Everyone was on edge as the nurse came back with results.

"Hello" the nurse smiled, "alright, I see how anxious you all are-so let me just cut to the chase...."

"So, she must have jumped from a high distance or something of the sort. With early pregnancy, it's common for there to be spotting and red discharge, however jumping from high distances..well, that's a huge no no. The baby could have been seriously hurt. But luckily, all it caused was some more vaginal bleeding than isual woth pregnancy, not a miscarriage as we all assumed when she came in." The nurse explained.

She turned toPatton, "You are discharged..but please, take it easy..you know, you're so young, why didn't you get an abortion?" She asked Patton, "it's very risky to keep with all the blood that was lost. A real miscarriage could occur later along, why not just...get it out before you grow attached?"

"Well," he replied, "it's still my child..and I love them." Patton began, "and well, i've grown up in a religious household my whole life, being taught that abortion is horrible murder and all that jazz...I guess it's kind of sticking with me. I don't want to be responsible for you know..killing it..."

"It's too early to get an abortion anyway. You have to be at least three weeks" Logan explained.

"Yes..well, you have many months, in case if you do change your mind. With that being said, you are discharged and free to go."