[discontinued] I'm Listening... (Book 4 of the Can't Say series.)

Avi:

It had been a few weeks. I'm getting bigger. The hate isn't going away. Every post we make it's either "Gosh knowing they're gay is upsetting" or "Burn in hell, faggots. " but of course fans deal with them,  but recently, people are noticing my weight gain. I've been getting hate about that too, people saying "Avi's getting fatter. " or "Just like the Sing-Off". I wish I could just take my own advice. It's gotten to the point where I don't want to be seen anymore. I just wanna disappear into a cloud of thin air and never be seen again until I look like me again. I didn't want to leave my bunk but Esther came to get me.

"Come on lil bro. Get up. "

My back was turned towards her so it seemed like I was sleeping. Not silently crying. I heard more footsteps.

"Avi, are you ok? "

Kirstie. I made the attempt to calm down but it wasn't really working.

"Let's leave. He probably wants to be alone. "

'No please don't go! '... They left. Thoughts began swirling in my head, my family. Dad. Or should I say, sperm donor? He and mom never got along but all this hate reminds me of that one day... The straw that broke the camels back.

--FLASHBACK--

"And you're actually ok with this?! "

"He is my son and I love him no matter what! "

Here we go again.

His mom and dad were arguing. The three siblings were sitting on their big brother's bed waiting for it to die down, you might be wondering, what happened for this to happen? It had been a few months since Avi had come home after the whole Daniel situation and everything had been fine, until a few days ago when Avi started throwing up after taking his newly prescribed anxiety pills, they took him to the doctor, yknow to find out what was wrong, and the news they received shocked them all.

"I raised a responsible child! Not some slut who goes off and somehow ends up pregnant by some sorry excuse of a man!!"

"Don't you dare speak of my child like that!"

"It's the truth, Shelly!"

Avi couldn't take it anymore, he wasn't 6 anymore, he was 15 and could stick up for himself. He got up off the bed and charged downstairs and into the doorway of the kitchen. Both his parents stopped arguing and they turned to face him, his father snarling at him.

"Avi, sweetie, why are you here? Go back upstairs dear we'll sort this--"

"No, no you won't. I'm tired of your constant arguing over everything since I was six this has been happening and Josh, Esther and I are sick of it but what happened isn't my fault and really, dad, if you don't like it, you can leave. You can pack your shit and leave because we don't need you here, you clearly don't need or care for us so what difference would it make? Go run to your sidepiece 'cause we don't need your sorry, pathetic, lying, cheating ass under this roof so take your shit and LEAVE!"

The grown man had tolerated enough bad-mouthing from his son and he was Livid. Avi didn't even know what was happening until he felt a very sharp elbow connect with his stomach in a violent blow and his mother screaming.

"MICHAEL!"

Frantic footsteps were heard and Esther and Josh appeared at the bottom of the stairs, shock and fear littered their features as they watched their little brother getting pummelled by the man they looked up to. Avi had flown back into the wall and Michael was looming over him ready to throw another punch into his stomach.