Rebel Yell

I opened my eyes and looked up at my father. He looked so worried.
"Hey, Pa."
"Andy!" His arms wrapped around me and I smiled.
"Hey, Ma." She was crying.
"Andy, my little baby." She hugged me as well. I looked around.
"Where's Ashley?"
My father growled. "That little faggot is not coming near you again."
My eyes widened and I felt my heart sink. "W-What?"
"You heard me. That thing won't try to faggotize you any more."
"Pa, I love Ashley."
"No, he has convinced you that you do but you don't."
"Pa, I know this feeling."
"NO!"
A doctor walked in looking concerned. "Mr and Mrs Biersack, Andrew. We all need to talk."
As I listened to the doctor's news, my father smacked me.
I stared at the ceiling. No way was this happening...
My father left, pulling my mother out. I heard him yelling. "Faggot! Never in my life! Preposterous! He is officially disowned!"
I closed my eyes, sleep coming quickly. I welcomed it, wishing it was death.