Jace read late in the night and it showed in the morning. He woke as Cain moved around the room, unused to the presence of another person in the room. He listened to the shower and the clicking of boxes and things. He was lulled back to sleep by the sound of silence and jumped awake when his phone alarm went off.<br/>He quickly jumped in the shower and tried to wake himself up. he jumped out and picked his clothes out carefully, he had to be careful with what he wore. If he seemed too conscience of his clothes, he knew someone would figure out what he really was.<br/>His father had been anything but supportive when he came out. He was 15 when he told his dad. A shiver passed down his spine as he remembered.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">He was on his way home from school and he was jumped. His clothes got torn to shreds, his homework and text books as well. He walked into the apartment he and his father shared.<br/> "What happened now, boy?" Came the gruff voice of his father.<br/> "I got jumped. It was nothing, sir." He bit back the pain in the lumps and bumps he sustained. He gingerly felt at his left ribs and sucked in a breath.<br/> "That doesn't sound like nothing." The older man had heaved himself up out of the chair and set his gaze on his son. "Why did they do this?" He wasn't too worried about the physical pain but the clothing that he had worked hard to earn.<br/> "I don't know, dad." Jace said, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.<br/> "I believe you do. What did you do?" He wouldn't let it go. Just keep hounding and hounding til Jace finally broke down.<br/> "I'M GAY, OKAY?!" He had shouted. His father had looked at him without emotion.<br/> "You think this is news to me? I've known that since you were little. I just hoped you would straighten yourself out, but I can see that won't happen."</span><br/>Jace snapped out of his memories and rushed to get ready and leave the memories behind in the room. He skittered to his next class and sighed, sitting in the seat he had always sat in.<br/>"Morning, Jace." Mrs. H said, grinning at him. "I see your still into art."<br/>"Yeah. It gets my mind off other stuff." He said. She nodded, dropping it as she was the only teacher to know his problem.<br/>People poured into the room seconds before the bell and settled in. Jace relaxed and eased his sketchbook and a carbon pencil from his bag.<br/>At lunch, Jace found himself walking under the huge tree that grew in the school yard. He sat down and started sketching. He wasn't thinking just letting his hand draw what it wanted.