Alex of course did not listen and simply followed Luke outside and down the stairs. There was standing Mark with Mikael who was trying to look outside the window who had been causing all this ruckus without being shot. One of the windows that faced the front porch already had a bullet hole in it and s small golden bullet was lying on the floor with pieces of glass around it.
"I told you to hide"
"Like I would. What's going on?" Alex asked and approached his best friend.
"We don't know" Mark said with a concerned look. We were just sitting here and suddenly a car stopped in front of the house and a crazy dude started shouting to get out of his house and when we didn't open the door he started shooting with a freaking shotgun!"
Alex's eyes traveled to the bullet and he gulped. He definitely knew someone who could be this crazy and as cold sweat started dripping on his temples he approached the door.
"Alex don't go out" Luke warned him but he didn't listen. His ears were buzzing and he sincerely wondered how so many calamities could strike in such a few days. Without a warning his peaceful life had turned upside down and he had no control of what was going on and that scared him.
He slowly opened it and locked eyes with the man. His hair was white and his eyes the same green color as his. He was dressed in casual clothing and the gun in his hands looked so out of place but the vivid expression of anger, his red face and he vein popping at the side of his neck were evidence that he would not leave quietly.
"Dad, please calm down" Alex mumbled while trying to hide his fear.
"Why are you in my house? Who told you that I would allow you and your friends to come here and do god knows what."
"We are not doing anything we just came to rest" Alex tried to explain
"Liar! I said I never wanted to see you again! My son is dead, he died the day you told you were gay." He screamed at him and pointed the gun at Alex's chest. The brunet raised his arms like he was surrendering and with teary eyes he begged him.
"Dad please don't do this. I'm begging you my friends are here. Please stop."
He felt so embarrassed. He had never been humiliated like that in his whole life. The beatings, the screams and the degrading comments were familiar, they were known and he treated them almost as something casual but something like this, in front his friends had never happened before and he felt completely exposed to their eyes. He didn't want pity or questions to follow. He wanted to keep that part of his life a secret, the shameful part of being hated by his parents. Having no one he could call family. He wanted those scars to remain a secret but right now his father had revealed his darkest secret in front of everyone.
"Get the hell out of my sight! Who is inside my house. Come out you little bitches are you like this freak too?" he urged them to come out. Alex turned around and pleaded whoever was looking from that window to stay inside. To not step foot in that porch because his heart would break even more if he had to live this facing someone else. "Don't try to keep them hidden!" his father told him and ran towards him grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
Alex twitched slightly and hissed form the pain of his wounded body being treated roughly but didn't say anything. He tried not to shiver or show his fear. If he realized he wasn't scared of him he would leave, at least he wished that would be the result.
"I think you should leave" He told his father, trying to sound as sure and decisive as he could but all he gained was a mocking laugh. He pushed him back to the wall and place the gun on his chest, he felt the cold circle touch his body and the hairs on him rose signaling his anguish.
"You want me to leave from my house?"
"You're making a scene. They will call the police!"
"You are the one who is trespassing you foolish boy. Now move. I want to see who you brought here" he repeated and tried to push Alex to the side so he could freely enter the house but he didn't bulge. "Move!" he shouted right in his face and Alex was almost certain that his hearing would be a lot worse from now on. His ears were really close to bleeding but he didn't know what would happen first. His ears bleeding or him peeing his pants and having a heart attack from fear.
The man had had enough and it was obvious as he lifted the shotgun and tried to hit Alex on his face with the wooden handle. He closed his eyes waiting for his jaw to break and he mentally noted that he would get to know another new kind of pain today but nothing happened. There was no crack or his head moving. Everything stood still and when he opened his eyes he saw Luke's back as he stood in front of him.
He was holding the gun handle with his hand, stopping the man and with minus effort he destroyed it in his palm. His father looked at him in shock as he towered above his almost two heads taller but he still wouldn't back down. He took the gun back and addressed him filled with hate.
"I want you and everyone else inside my house. I will start shooting."
"Try it if you want. I doubt you will even get to shoot once" Luke threatened him and his voice was for the first time lethal. You could sense the despise in every single one of his words. It was obvious he was very angry from the way his chest heaved up and down or how his nostrils had flared up and even though he was clearly burning up inside his eyes were colder than icy.
"I'm not scared of you boy" he said but his tone was already a lot less dominant than before. He had taken a step back and now his stance was more defensive rather than offensive.
Soon after another figure appeared outside and Mikael was standing next to his best friend with a devilish green. His blue eyes curious as he scanned Alex's father from head to toe.
"So, old man why don't you do all of us a favor and leave us alone? Your shouting is scaring my little friend Mark inside."
"I am not scared you jerk" Mark's voice was heard from the house and Mikael laughed.
"Believe me he is" he repeated and took a step closer to the man while Luke was looking at him filled with killing intent. "So Why don't you put that gun back to where it belongs and leave us alone in peace? Pretty, pretty please?"
"Are you joking with me now?" he asked annoyed and ignored them. He headed towards his son again and mocked him once more. "have you been with both of them? Who do you prefer the most?"
He kept humiliating him with his words again and again, making him feel like he was nothing. Even Luke and Mikael were surprised with how much spite every word left his lips and the insults fell on his like a storm of needles. He didn't want this he was sick of it. He had left home to avoid feeling this way, to forget the pain of rejection. To forget that his parents had killed him in their heart and now as a ghost he wanted his murdered to leave him alone so he could move on in piece but he kept standing there with those judgmental eyes that were filled with disgust and he had taken all he could take this last few days from everyone. From his captors, from Luke, from his idiotic father and he realized that this was enough. His hands were clenched in fist and he needed a lot of courage to push him back but he did it.
He put all of his strength and with his eyes closed he pushed his tormentor away while shouting that he wanted to finally be left alone. He was caught by surprise and stumbled on his feet falling down to the ground and hitting his head on a rock. Alex screamed at the sight. His dad was bleeding profusely from the back of his head and Alex had pushed him to it. He didn't think that it would be so easy to injure him. Was it because he didn't expect it or because he had put too much pressure he didn't know but his dad was unconscious on the floor.
"Wow. Did you just kill a second person in just a few days?" Mikael asked unfazed by the situation.
"Shut up" Luke shouted. "Alex we should…"
"What did you do?" He heard a familiar whipping voice and looked at the source. He hadn't noticed her how fragile and small had become. She was sitting in the car and when she saw her husband fall she stormed out swallowed by fear.
"Mum I…" Alex tried to explain but no words came out. The woman didn't want to listen either she was already calling an ambulance when Mark appeared outside with a huge duffle bag.
"I think this is where we run" he commented and Mikael winked at him.
"True sweetie" He said and grabbed Mark's hand and they started running.
Alex and Luke stood for a bit longer on the porch looking at his mum trying to see if her husband was alive.
"Why?" she cried out looking at her son with tear stained cheeks but he couldn't speak. He could barely breathe.
"We need to run. The police they will…"
"I did it again…I…"
"He is not dead. It��s not that serious heads always bleed more than other body part he will be fine." Luke explained to him and Alex looked at him with innocent eyes. He wanted to be true. What Luke said. He just wanted his father to leave him alone, not to die. He didn't want to kill him. "I am telling you the truth. Now let's go" he told him and without waiting to hear a reply he grabbed Alex's wrist and started running dragging him along.
They hadn't even managed to stay there for a day. That was their only escape plan but somehow they were on the run again and now they probably had a crime pinned on their backs too.