Memories

I had just gotten to Jeremy’s house. This was the first time I was meeting his parents.
I walked in with Jeremy, and was met with his mom in the kitchen, preparing the dinner I had been invited to and his Dad sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. They both welcomed me warmly, and I introduced myself.

“Er... Hi. I’m Simon, Jeremy’s boyfr-”

“boyfriend of my ex! Yeah, that’s it,” Jeremy cut me off.

“Actually,” I said, asserting myself, “I’m his boyf-”

“Boyfriend of Sarah. Like I told you guys the first time,” he cut me off once again.
I started getting irritated now, so I missed the desperate look Jeremy was giving me.
Not letting myself be interrupted again, I quickly told them that “What I’ve been trying to tell you, is that I’m Jeremy’s boyfriend.”
His father went white. His cheeks flushed and his brow creased.

“Bo-bo-boyfriend? My son isn’t a fag. FUCK OFF YOU FILTHY FAGGOT!” he yelled at me. “You too boy,” he shouted at Jeremy. “ If you want to be a fag with this piece of trash, then you can get out and go with him. Get out, GET OUT!”

He almost literally threw us both out the door, forcing us outside, where I tripped over the front step and landed with a crunch on the pavement. My eyes teared up on reflex and when I looked up at Jeremy for the littlest bit of support, I was met with a cold, blank stare. His eyes were devoid of their usual life, now just blank pools of darkness, holding no emotion or love.
I was lost.
My world was crumbling around me and I vowed silently to myself, as I watched Jeremy walk away from me not once looking back, that I would never, ever love anyone again.