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Prologue
“Now what am I going to do?” Sebastian murmured to himself while slamming into each room of his house, tears still falling from earlier, as he shoved things into boxes and flung them into the entranceway. He paused for a moment outside his parents’ room. He was very rarely allowed in there, but then again it wasn’t like they could stop him now. He slowly pushed to open the door and paused in the middle of the room, spinning once to survey the area before dragging his box into the room. He began digging through where he knew his mother’s jewelry box was kept, as well as the side table where his father kept his most prized possessions. All the while his tears were flowing freely.
“What do I do?” He kept saying. “I have no idea. No one can help. No one WOULD help!” He kept up the litany as he rummaged through their closet, pulling out the lock box and a few of his dad’s shirts. He hesitated before taking a few of his mother’s silk scarves as well.
“Well, there is only one person who might do it,” He told himself as he shoved the newly filled bin into the entrance-way and then headed into his parents’ en suite bathroom to grab both of their colognes. “But I don’t think he will even consider helping me. Most likely, he will laugh in my face and send me packing, to put it nicely.”
He was interrupted in his muttering by the sound of the Darth Vader theme coming from his pocket. He couldn't contain a wince when he recognized the caller. “Shit, not again,” he swore, as he pulled out his cell and answered.
“Bonjour, Tante Emila,” He almost sighed into the phone. “Non, je n'ai pas fini ce que j’avais voulu faire dans la maison. Non, je ne laisse pas de chercher la solution. Je sais, je sais.” He continued like this for a bit before nodding firmly to himself as he ended the call. “Oui, je comprends, Tante Emila. Au revoir.”
He pressed his fingers into the bridge of his nose. “Not on your life, Aunt Emila,” He said harshly. “Not on your life. Not after what happened last time.” He groaned, as the memory hit.
“Salut Tante Emila!” Fourteen-year-old Sebastian called out as he scurried down the walkway. “Ah little Sebastian! Come, come, I have a present for you!” Emila gestured to the boy while pulling out a small card. Inside, Sebastian had found a hundred dollar bill and a gift card to his favourite clothing store.
“Thanks Auntie!” he cried, as he slid it into his pocket. “I can use this to get Benjamin something good for his birthday! I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!”
He ran into the cottage without noticing the dark look pass over his aunt’s face at the news that her nephew was gay. Her visage turned even darker, as she made the cross sigil over herself.
That night, his aunt had started screaming at his parents before they sat down for dinner. She had yelled that she would rather go somewhere else to eat because to dine in the same room as an AIDs ridden freak was simply unthinkable. After having heard his beloved aunt calling him every name in the book with such disgust in her voice, Sebastian started crying and ran through the house and into the street. Even after his parents had found him, he refused to re-enter the house while she was still there, poisoning the air with her blind hatred.
He shook the memory away, as he continued to rummage through the house. “I refuse to go back, next I’d know she’d have me strapped down in the basement for an exorcism or something fucked up like that.”
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He slid the final box into the somewhat small storage shed. He had managed to save pretty much everything in his room and a few things from his parents room, as well as some souvenirs and family photos. As for the rest, there wasn't anything else he gave two rats asses about.
“So that’s it then. Tomorrow I’m going to have to suck up and drop my pride, further than ever before.” He grimaced to himself, as he got back into the car to drive to the System Provided Hotel Room.
“Tomorrow I’ll ask Kurt Hummel if I can live with him.”