My gay son 3

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Tyler's P.o.v:

  I had a sick feeling that Jake's dad knew something about us, so I suggested he talk to him. Even though I didn't like it I knew he might be even more angry if he didn't talk to him one on one. I hugged him before I left and my heart sank when I felt his entire body tremble if fear. Jake and his dad were close kinda, he respected his dad and the thing he feared the most was to have his father hate him. Jake is very sensitive and frail, I know that's his dad, but I'm the closest person to Jake. I know how he feels and why he feels them, even if he doesn't mean to he could hurt his feelings in the slightest way, so..

I snuck around the house to the living room window and sat under it so I could hear. Good thing they were sitting close by. I didn't hear Jake for a while and it started to scare me a bit, but then they started talking. Allen didn't seam angry to my surprise. 

His dad was calm, and kept telling him he loved him no matter what, my heart swelled when I heard Jake starting to cry, his dad was there for him.

'How lucky you are Jake.' I couldn't help but smile to myself.

He is nothing like my dad, if he found out I was gay, just thinking about it made me scared shitless. Like a huge rock was dropped in my stomach. My father served in the navy before we moved to the united states, very strict and cold, first generation born in the united states from Russia. I speak to my family in Russian and as you know ....just the form of words used are more cold and disciplined. Being gay was something unthinkable, hell I was grounded the entire summer for dying my hair. As much as i hate it, the day will come when I have to tell...my father. I hope it won't be soon, at least not until I'm mentally ready.

Jake was safe in his fathers arms and in his home. I couldn't want anything more. So I went home wishing I could come home and find a dad like that. I love my father, but sometimes I don't think he wanted to have kids at all.

General P.O.V:

It wasn't so long before Jake calmed down from crying, soft sobs and hick-upped breathes passed his lips as he clung to his father, who was holding him protectively soothing his pain. No it wasn't real pain he was feeling, he was relived. All the worry and heart ache he had been feeling was taken away now that one member of his family was there to support him. He could cope, and not feel so self loathing any more.

He sat up slightly wiping his face "Dad.." he started, the look on his boys face made his heart relax a little. Yes his eyes were blood shot from crying and his pride shattered but it made him proud to have him now and didn't matter. He pulled a few tissues and handed them to Jake.

"Listen to me, I'm sure you love that boy very much, I just want you to be careful. I do ant to speak to his father about this.."" NO please don't talk to his dad! oh god he will kill him" the panic rising in Jake's words rapidly. 

"Jake don't say things like that, nobody would kill their kids, at least not over something like this" I said to try and calm him.

"No you don't understand....he will beat him to death ...he will really hurt him...please don't say anything dad I beg you."

His words breaking into uncontrolled begs tears falling freely again, he looked as if he had just seen a ghost, or the ghost of what might happen to his Tyler at the hands of his fathers rage. Allen thought rationally. 

*sighs* "Jake, he has every right to know about his own son, I would want someone to tell me ....if you hadn't"

He trailed off gazing elsewhere, he stood and looked out the window, Jake sat frantic on the couch shaking slightly form time to time, huddling himself and holding back his crying. 

"You haven't seen what he's done to him already..." He mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. 

"I won't tell him, but Tyler has to tell him at some point, you understand it is something that has to be done. You understand?" Jake nodded silently.

Neither of them spoke for nearly five minutes, Jake stood and nearly left the room before turning stiff in his place.

"Thank you for understanding, Dad"

He said softly but loud enough to be heard to the person starring out the large lace window  "I love you too son, i will always be here for you. Now go take a shower, your brother and sisters are going to be home soon...."

No sooner had Allen finished that sentience had he stepped to Jake's side and held one side of his face and looked at him with a soft smile full of understanding. It soon fell to a hurt-sad expression as he looked at his boy, understanding a little what it truly meant to be -an emotional child- *yes he had looked it up but didn't get it before now*

'Emo kids, makes sense'

He watched Jake climb the stairs and all he could see was the little boy he once knew who use to drag around an over sized teddy bear and ran around in blue onesie pajamas with trucks on it, and all of a sudden the wight of the whole day hit him, and had to sit down and chew on it all just to make sure it wasn't a dream.

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Later that week Tyler come back to say hello and leave with Jake, and bring him back. They were going on a date. 

'My son is going on a date, maybe I shouldn't have stuck my nose into his love life.... I feel so awkward and uneasy about all this' Allen's thought's distracting him from the newspaper he was trying to read. He wasn't really sure about how he felt about all this. His emotions were conflicted. Was he really more relieved knowing what was going on in Jake's life? Or was it all just disturbing and too upsetting to handle? 


A few weeks had gone by and things had gone on as normal. Although Allen did not tell his wife about anything he had learned about Jake, or about his 'boyfriend' or relationship or anything else for that matter. Simply because he didn't know how to sort through these emotional sensitive personal topics in the first place. 

One night there was a rapid harsh knock at the door, Allen hurried to see who it was. A sharp gasp stung his lungs at the sight he saw. It was Tyler grasped tightly by the wrist and a harsh red mark on his face, by a much larger man whom he assumed was only his father.

"Your'e queer son is corrupting my boy!!"

He yelled pointing his finger right between Allen's eyes. He had a very heavy Russian accent.

"I'm telling you this only once. You tell your boy to stay away from my son. That little sick freak should be put in a medicated hospital" he spat.

Allen looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of Jake hiding behind the stare case posts, flinching when being referred to as a 'sick freak'.

'No one calls my son a freak and gets away with it'

"Who do you think you are? Barging into my house and property, insulting my kid and yelling like a crazy person?...In the middle of the night no less" "THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" the Russian interrupted stepping closer and bringing his hand up to strike the other man "Net!! PAPA  Pozhaluista Net!" Tyler screamed, standing in front of Allen to shield him from the strike the brute's man would deliver. 

Instead of hitting Allen, Tyler was hit, he babbled something to him in Russian. Allen yelled back hushing him.

"I will call child protection services and have you arrested for beating your boy, Do you want them to take him away from you?" Allen asked holding out his phone, the threat seamed to get his attention a little.

"Or would you rather solve this like civilized men, and talk about this?" Allen asked, he was a little fearful of the man, but hoped he would be willing to listen at least. The Russian grunted and folded his arms.

"Talk is fine."

"Then won't you come in, have a seat in the living room"

Allen said showing them to the living room and calling for Jake to come down.
 
Jake came down and stood behind his father hiding half way behind him.

"This is my son Jake" Allen introduced to the man, who sat down on the sofa, taking a good look at his surroundings looking discusted with the decor.

"Don't be scared come sit down" he nudged Jake to sit near him.

"Alysoha Apostol the second....not a good pleasure too meet like this"

Tyler's father mumbled, introducing himself he sat down. Tyler winced as he sat on the other end of the couch, as far from his father without making it look obvious. Jake looked at his battered lover, a black eye and a red slap on his face, but he smiled still. Jake bravely made his way passed Alyosha with an icepack, handing it to Tyler.

"Are you ok?" he whispered, Jake nodded.

"I'm ok..kinda scared, your the one who's is not ok." Jake commented looking over his battered face and body.

A dark glare stared at them from the Alyosha and they sat quietly.