The door creaked open, and my heart slammed against my ribs like a caged bird. My parents stood there, their faces tight with disapproval, their eyes scanning the room like they were searching for evidence of my sins. I froze, my hand still hovering over J*ck's p*rn magazine, the glossy pages splayed open on the bed. The air in the room thickened, heavy with the weight of their judgment.

“Michael,” my step-father's voice boomed, cutting through the silence like a kiss. “We weren't expecting to find you here.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I didn't know you were coming,” I stammered, my voice cr*cking. I glanced at J*ck, who was sitting on his bed, his expression unreadable. He'd been quiet since Sarah left, but now his eyes flicked between me and my parents, curiosity etched into his features.

My step-mother stepped forward, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor. “We thought we'd surprise you,” she said, her tone sharp. “But it seems we've interrupted something.” Her gaze landed on the magazine, and her eyes widened. “Michael, what is this?”

Heat rushed to my face, and I wanted to disappear. I opened my mouth to explain, but no words came out. J*ck cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “It's mine,” he said, his voice steady. “He was just!”.

“Don't lie for him,” my step-father interrupted, his voice cold. “We know our step-son better than that.”

J*ck's jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might argue. Instead, he shrugged and looked away, leaving me to face the storm alone.

“Michael,” my step-mother said, her voice softer now, but no less accusing. “We've prayed for you. We've tried to guide you. But this... this is not what we raised you to be.”

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I'm not—” I started, but my step-father cut me off again.

“Don't deny it,” he said, his voice trembling with anger. “We've seen the way you've been acting. The way you've been... changing. This is not who you are.”

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I don't know who I am anymore,” I whispered, the words tearing out of me. “But I'm trying to figure it out.”

My step-mother's eyes softened, just a fraction, but my step-father's expression remained hard. “Figuring it out doesn't mean throwing away everything we've taught you,” he said. “It doesn't mean embracing sin.”

Sin. The word hung in the air, heavy and kissing. I looked at J*ck, who was still sitting on his bed, his gaze fixed on the floor. I wanted to tell them the truth - that I was confused, that I didn't know what I wanted, that maybe, just maybe, I wanted him. But the words stuck in my throat, ch*ked by years of conditioning and fear.

“We're taking you home,” my step-father said, his voice final. “You're not staying here anymore.”

Panic surged through me. “No,” I said, my voice stronger now. “I can't go back. I need to be here.”

“You need to be where you belong,” my step-mother said, her voice gentle but firm. “With your family. Where we can help you.”

I shook my head, my chest tight with desperation. “You don't understand. I can't just...”

“Enough,” my step-father snapped. “We're not debating this. Pack your things. We're leaving now.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but J*ck's voice cut through the tension. “Maybe you should let him stay,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “He's an adult. He can make his own decisions.”

My step-father turned to him, his eyes flashing with anger. “And who are you to interfere?”

J*ck stood, his tall frame commanding attention. “I'm his friend,” he said simply. “And I think he knows what's best for him.”

My step-father scoffed. “A friend? Or something else?”

The room fell silent, the air thick with unspoken accusations. I felt my face b*rn, the embarrassment searing through me. J*ck's jaw tightened, but he didn't back down. “Does it matter?” he asked, his voice low. “He's a grown man. Let him choose.”

My step-father's gaze shifted back to me, his expression unreadable. “Choose,” he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. “But know this: if you stay here, you're choosing this life. And we won't be a part of it.”

Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I looked at J*ck, then at my parents, and finally, at the magazine still lying on the bed. The images stared back at me, a reminder of the desires I'd tried so hard to ignore.

“I'm staying,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

My step-mother gasped, and my step-father's face darkened. “Then you leave us no choice,” he said, his voice cold. “We'll pray for you. But we won't enable this.”

They turned and walked out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. I stood there, trembling, the weight of their words pressing down on me. J*ck approached, his hand resting briefly on my shoulder. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

I nodded, though I wasn't sure it was true. “Thanks,” I whispered. “For standing up for me.”

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