Alec stared up at the bright blue sky. A cool breeze ruffled his layered black hair and brushed his bangs into his face. He blew on them, lazily removed them from his vision. He didn't much care at the moment; his mind was elsewhere. Reaching the park, Alec sat at a bench far from the playing children and sighed.<br/><br/>He had just left home to escape his parents. They were suffocating him, forcing their beliefs down his throat again. A news story had just come on about an elderly lesbian couple who had just gotten married after the law was passed a few days ago legalising gay marriage. Alec had smiled at the story, happy for them. He couldn't begin to imagine all the crap they'd have to have gone through during the years that their love was considered wrong. Alec's parents had scoffed, insulted the two. They said that they hoped the lesbians had a happy marriage in Hell together and changed the channel. They went back to sipping their coffee like they hadn't just said the darkest of dark things about two elderly women.<br/><br/>Alec had stared at them blankly after that and when asked what was wrong he went off. He yelled at them; how could they say that!? Those two women loved each other, that much was clear! Who gave his parents the right to dictate who can love whom!? After the outburst, Alec was grounded for a week and he stormed out of the house. His parents apparently didn't care; they hadn't called for him or texted him to get home.<br/><br/>Alec was drawn back into reality when he saw movement in front of him. There was a boy he'd never seen walking down the street. There had been a rumour of a new kid at the school that Alec hadn't paid much attention to. That must've been him, Alec thought.<br/><br/>After the boy had passed, Alec stood up and walked back the direction he had come. Might as well get back to Hellâ€”er, home. The punishment wasn't going to resolve itself. Besides, Alec was hungry and there was leftover spaghetti in the fridge. Oh, what an exciting life.<br/><br/><br/>Alec arrived home and hesitated before opening the door. He tried to gather the courage to face his parents, looked up at his house. The Victorian architecture seemed imposing at that point in time and it almost frightened him. Despite the bright yellow, blue, and green colours, the house began to seem like one of the buildings in slasher films where bodies lined the halls and blood painted the ceiling. Alec shivered at the thought.<br/><br/>In a hesitant motion he opened the door and stepped into the beige living room. His father was sitting in his old love-seat watching Sunday football and drinking beer. The man paid no mind when his son walked in, loudly yelled at the television. Alec silently walked past him, gaze directed to the floor. When he entered the kitchen it was empty and he went straight for the refrigerator. Alec took out the plastic bowl of spaghetti and the separate container that held the sauce. He sluggishly made himself a plate and threw it in the microwave.<br/><br/>As Alec was waiting for his food to warm up, his mother walked into the room. She crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly, tapped her foot. Alec was irritated. What!? He just walked in!<br/>â€œWhat?â€ Alec asked impatiently. He was defencive already because of the argument earlier. His mother was probably itching to get into it again.<br/><br/>â€œSo, are you still on your gay love rampage?â€ she sneered. Her voice was like liquid nitrogen dripping from her lips.<br/><br/>â€œGay love rampage!? I was happy for those two women! Is there shame in<span style="font-style: italic">loving thy neighbour</span>!?â€ Alec retorted, sarcastically enunciating the Bible quote. His heart beat heart in his chest from anger.<br/><br/>â€œThey're not our neighbours and I'm glad for it! I'd rather move thanâ€â€”she was interrupted before she could finish her rant.<br/><br/>â€œThat's enough! You preach love and practice hate! I don't get you guys! You're so fâ€”dumb! Just<span style="font-style: italic">dumb</span>!â€ Alec yelled as the microwave beeped. He took his food, angrily searched for a fork, slammed the microwave door. Without even looking up at his mother he stormed to the stairs at the other side of the room and ran up them. He didn't want to talk to her.<br/><br/>Alec swiftly slipped into his room and forcefully shut the door. He was tired of their shit. Why couldn't they practice what they preached and just fucking<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>everyone no matter what!? If God never made mistakes then gay wasn't a mistake either! If it was, then God was stupid and maybe he wasn't worth the goddamned worship! What kind of all-knowing God makes mistakes and hates the people resulting!?<br/><br/>Alec sat on his bed, twisted a forkful of spaghetti and ate it, tried to push the anger from his mind. It was hard, though. His parents were stupid. They blamed him for being the good person they should be. Sometimes he felt like he meant nothing to them.<br/><br/>â€œWhat, would you hate me if I was gay?â€ he muttered lividly, ate another bite of noodles.