The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 55: Revelation

Night’s P.O.V

“You insolent bastard!” Were the first words that my father greeted me with.

“Do you have any idea how worried we were? Where on earth is your phone? Why didn’t you answer my calls or your mother’s calls since yesterday? Why didn’t you answer Rosalie?”

I looked behind my father at Rosalie, who immediately averted my eyes, telling me that she hadn't told either mine or her parents about the visit she made to my apartment before making her presence known to our parents.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

This time, my father roughly grabbed onto my jaw before violently jerking my head to force me to face him.

I felt my eyes widen slightly when I looked into his eyes. The anger and resentment were clear in them, and what was worse was that my mother did nothing to stop him like she usually would, and from the looks of it, even Rosalie’s parent’s were enjoying the show.

“Where is your phone?” He asked again, his grip tightening on my jaw. “Answer me you insolent brat!”

In all honesty, I think my brain had frozen in shock as it refused to work or think properly. When I had arrived home, I had expected some kind of ruckus, since I had been missing for about two days and had switched off my phone because I had thought to escape from all this drama.

“What happened to your voice now? Can’t speak? Do you even have an ounce of responsibility you pathetic failure!”

But that hadn't been a solution at all. It had only delayed the inevitable and angered everyone even further. The worst part was, I hadn't felt an ounce of comfort while getting out of Kai’s car. Instead, dread had settled in the pit of my stomach knowing very well that hell awaited me.

Home was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place to rest your rest on the shoulders of your loved ones and forget about the world for the time being. But for me, home was a prison…a place where no one cared about the comfort of family and the bonds of love. For me, home was just another business arena where deals were made on people’s lives and the obvious truth was ignored, all because it didn’t benefit my parent’s business.

Sometimes, I wondered if the sole reason I was born was to benefit my parent’s. Did they ever truly love me?

However, now, as my world turned to white noise, my sight blurred as I looked at my father’s angry face repeatedly asking me questions without caring that they were among guest; my mother quietly observing from behind him as he continued to act like a mad man throwing a tantrum, in disguise of a ‘concerned father looking out for his son’…I had had enough.

It was as if, after years of listening to their hurtful words, after years of believing that one day, they would eventually come around and accept me for who I was…something inside of me had just…snapped.

My hand shot out of their own accord, almost as if they were acting on autopilot, and I ripped his hand away from my jaw, hauling him backwards the next instant.

My father staggered back a few steps, his eyes widening as he looked at me in horror, unable to comprehend as to what had just happened.

Before anyone could say another word, I took out my phone from my pocket and threw it at the opposite wall, watching the expensive glass shatter as it hit the wall before clattering to the floor.

Gasps sounded from around me, telling me that they didn’t like the sudden turn of events in this melodramatic charade.

“What? I thought you guys were enjoying a party?” I shrugged, taking a step closer to my father, who backed away by one step. “You guys were so concerned that I had been missing for almost two days that neither did you care to find out that I had gone to college this morning or that I had been at my friend’s house last night. But here you are, enjoying the expensive caviar and a bottle of Chateau Cheval Blanc, celebrating Rosalie’s return, because, obviously, that was more important than looking for me.”

“Night!” My mother spoke up for the first time since I arrived, and she did not look happy. “Stop causing a scene! We told you we called you a hundred times, didn’t we? How can you start this nonsense when your future-in-laws are in the house?”

“Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows before bursting out laughing. “You think…I’m causing a scene?”

I stepped closer to her, but unlike my father, she didn’t back away. “What about when your husband came at me just now? What about the slap? What about the way he was treating me in front of your ‘esteemed’ guests? Were they not causing a scene? Or was that simply a sick form of entertainment?”

“Night…” The soft voice that spoke up next belonged to my lovely fiancée, Rosalie. “Let’s forget about all that, shall we? Please, I’m back from my studies and it’s a joyous occasion. Please don’t ruin the moment.”

“Joyous occasion, Rosalie?” I turned around to face her. “For who, exactly?”

By now, I no longer cared what happened next or if my parents ended up disowning me, because I was done with this shit for good. My parents could bury their heads in the sand and act like their son wasn’t gay, but that didn’t change who I was and who I wanted to be with. They had crossed a line tonight that had been holding my sanity together by a razor-thin thread. And now, their opinions had ceased to exist.

“Night…what are you saying?” Rosalie swallowed audibly. “It’s it good news to you that I’m back? We can now announce our engagement to the world! We can finally get engaged, officially!”

I saw the Clearwater’s nod in response, their eyes almost pleading for me to cooperate. But I was done playing a part in this drama.

“I don’t know who you’re getting engaged to, but it definitely isn't going to be me.” I scoffed. “So you better stop dreaming about this happily ever after with me, because we aren’t kids anymore and this is the 21st century, arranged marriages are long dead. At least non-consensual ones are.”

“Night! What are you saying?” My father seemed to have finally gotten over his shock as he yanked on my arm, trying to get me to stop talking. “Shut up right now!”

“What do you mean by that?” Mr. Clearwater asked, interrupting my father; his tone rough and his brows furrowed as he looked from my father to me. “Did you not want to get married to my daughter? Do you not consent to it? What do you think is wrong with my daughter?”

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with Rosalie.” I told him honestly. “She is a lovely woman and whoever marries her will be very lucky.”

“Exactly!” Mr. Clearwater stated. “She is beautiful, she is talented, well-educated and well mannered. Moreover, she comes from one of the richest families in Canada! Then what could possibly be wrong with her? What more could you possibly want from us?”

“I don’t want anything, Mr. Clearwater, in fact, I don’t want anything to do with this marriage at all.”

“Night!” My father warned, his grip tightening on my arm. “You will shut up right now if you want a roof over your head.”

“No.” I told him firmly, jerking my arms away from his grip before I turned to Mr. Clearwater. “This arrangement…between the two families wasn’t made with my consent and neither do I consent to marry Rosalie now.”

“Daddy…” Rosalie’s eyes filled with tears as she ran to her father’s side, burying her face in his chest.

“And, no.” I turned to my parent’s next, watching the devastated look on their faces numbly. “A roof over my head isn't enough to save my sanity any longer. I never wanted anything material from either of you…all I ever wanted was for you to accept me for who I was. But you keep on denying what’s right in front of you…”

“What are you talking about? Jonathan? What does your son mean by that?” Mr. Edrik Clearwater questioned my father, who now looked at our guests horrified.

“No-nothing! Nothing at all, Edrik,” my dad tried to extend his hand so he could get a hold of me, but I stepped back, successfully moving out of his reach. “Night! Don’t yo-”

Without listening to another word, I turned to Mr. Clearwater one last time. “I’m gay.” I told him loud and clear, and instantly, the whole room seemed to freeze completely as if time itself stood still.

“Wh-what?” My ‘to-be-in-law’ looked at me with utter horror and disgust.

“My father may not have told you because he thinks ‘this is just a phase’ or that ‘I’m simply fooling around’.” I scoffed. “But I’m not. For me, I’ve always known that I liked men. That is who I am, and it’s not being a part of some trend, it’s who I am from the inside. So I’m afraid, I cannot marry your daughter.”

As dead silence descended upon the room, a sudden thud of a sound reverberated through the room, but it wasn’t enough to make me break eye contact with Mr. Clearwater. I dimly realized that my mother had just fainted, but it wasn’t anything new. Whenever she wanted to handle a situation, it was what she did.

I turned to my father next, for the last time. “I guess there goes the roof over my head, huh?”

And with that, I turned and left the house, food good.

The doors closed behind me, and the road ahead seemed deserted and full of uncertainties as I began walking, knowing that by doing what I just did, I was about to lose everything. My house, my family, every cent of money that they invested in me, but oddly, there wasn’t any sense of loss in my veins.

Just a sense of peace and freedom. A feeling that I just might have gotten my life back, even if it was only temporary.

The chilly night air hit my skin, making goosebumps rise to the surface. The street looked deserted, which wasn’t odd considering that it was almost midnight. But in that moment, I felt all my worries and fears dissolve into thin air, the night and the stars my only companion in this concrete jungle.

Just then, a familiar car pulled up in front of me, almost startling the living daylight out of me.

And then, Kai poked his head out of the driver’s seat. “Hey there hottie…need a ride?”