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“Well I’m here if you want to talk.” He said smiling at me.

“Uhm well I’ve known that I was gay for a really long time, but I didn’t come out until like middle school, I think. And back then kids were harsh, well guys were harsh. I tried my best to ignore everyone and to just make it through each day, but the more I ignored them the more aggressive they became until my mom and dad noticed. I…uh hadn’t told them yet about me being gay but I figured it was time to tell them.” I said looking at my hands. I really hated thinking about that day. It left such a deep imprint on my mind and confidence.

“What happened?” Damon asked looking at me.

“They sent me to therapy saying it was a mental disease and to let the therapists do their job to fix me. I-I tried to tell them that it was who I am but they yelled at me and said if I didn’t go to the sessions they would kick me out. So, I left that night. I packed a small bag with some clothes and stuff and just walked out the door. The worst thing was that my parents just watched. They didn’t… they didn’t try to stop me. They didn’t even say anything they just glared at me the whole time.”

“I’m so sorry, Max. You didn’t deserve that. Hell, nobody deserves that.” Damon said and gave me hug. I felt a dam break within myself and all the emotions I bottled up came bursting out like a volcano. I cried and cried and cried. They just wouldn’t stop. Even when I tried to calm down it didn’t work.

Eventually I fell asleep crying. I felt bad because Damon deserve my messy life. I shouldn’t have told him all that. Now, he’s going to treat me like a fragile emotional wreck and I don’t want that.