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I ran through the caves of some psychotic group, running from said psychos. I got cornered in a store room, turned around, and killed at least ten of them. I instictually searched all their bodies, finding that it paid off when I got all my stuff back from one of them. I equipped my necromancer's robes and rained fire upon the few that were left. I wanted to watch them all die.

I quickly headed back to the University and used my soul gems to enchant one of the Mythic Dawn robes with a stronger enchantment than was on the necromancers robes. Fortify Magicka Regen two hundred percent. I felt like I was breaking the game. I also liked the idea of it since I could now cast spells that ate at my magicka like a bitch. I felt powerful.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and shifted on Seth's lap to see what it was. I had a text from my parents, wanting me to come home. I saved the game, kissed Seth goodbye, and left. I wanted to die. I couldn't stand the idea of going back to them. I wanted to be with Seth. I always wanted to be with Seth. From now until the end of time.

I got to the front door of my house. My parents, being a little on the poor side, couldn't afford the nicer, two or three story houses like the rest of Amber Stone City. Ours was two floors, but they weren't big. There was one bedroom on each floor, and one bathroom in the entire house. The top floor had a living room, but only because the kitchen was on the bottom floor. In all honesty, the top floor could've been the kitchen when it was built, the top and bottom floors were identical in lay out, minus the bathroom on the second floor. My parents had chosen the lower bedroom, which I'd attributed to them wanting to monitor whether or not I was at the house. I hated it. And them.

I opened the front door and walked in, seeing my parents preparing dinner. I already missed being away from them. I sighed and went upstairs to resupply my backpack with clean clothes. I expected to return to Seth's house, either from a fight or sneaking out. Either way, I was in trouble, and I didn't care.

My mother was being careful with her movements, and I noted the slight expansion in her stomach since before school got out. They were having another kid, and I hated it. I was okay with having a younger sibling, and I actually thought it sounded kind of fun. It's why they were having it that made me hate the unborn child. I knew, even if they wouldn't admit to it, that the kid was a replacement.

After dropping my backpack off near the door, I sat down at the table, they'd already set my place, and were sitting down as well. They bowed their heads, and I just watched as they prayed. I'd completely stopped caring. Before, when I first realized I was atheist, I was self conscious about it. I still bowed my head, closed my eyes, and joyously said amen. Now I only did the latter, and I only did it to humor them and not be a total dick.

After they prayed, I dug in. Mom made her casseroll, which she knew I didn't like. In fact, looking at this meal, I realized the only thing on the table I'd eat was the bread. I felt sick inside.

"You guys didn't expect me to come home tonight, did you." [Me]

"I'd already gotten the materials at the store. It was your mother's decision to make you come home and choke this down." [Dad]

I felt a stab at my heart. Dad was trying to make mom the bad guy. This was a thing they did. They took turns being the bad guy. They didn't realize that to me, both of them were the bad guys, and they might as well act like it.

"I thought it'd be nice to eat at the table like a family. We don't do this very often any more, and I'm not sure I like it." [Mom]

I didn't say anything. They were waiting for me to start arguing. I'd save my words for later, when they made a jab at me being gay, or how Seth's a freak of nature, or how Daniel's raised by atheistic fucks, or how Ted comes from a disrupted family. Yeah. I know. We've all got problems. My problem is I had to grow up with these people.

"So... What'd you and... him do today?" [Dad]

"Gee, I don't know, you could be referring to any male Anthro when you say him." [Me]

"You know damn well who I'm talking about!" Dad slammed his fork into the table. This was quick to the aggression, even for him. I felt a little fear inside me, which was unusual. I wasn't afraid of him, ever, but this time I was. This realization didn't help at all.

"You know, I don't. Why don't you be a little more specific." I glared at him, trying to hide my fear. They could probably smell it, but I was gonna act like it wasn't there.

"I'm talking about that cretin you're dating!" He slammed his other fist on the table. He looked pissed, and I felt a tinge of accomplishment. I'd envoked his wrath. I don't care if I'd gotten proof that they hated me. I was glad to have just a little control over the scene.

"Who? Seth? You're calling Seth a cretin? That's funny, especially since Seth doesn't hate his own parents!" I stood up, glaring at him, looking down on him, being in control of the scene. I heard my mom whimper a little, and dad looked taken aback. There's no way in hell they were seriously surprised.

"How dare you-"

"How dare I? How dare you! You're the one who's supposed to love your own son, and you can't! You're incapable of loving me, and I've known this my entire life! I've never loved either of you, and you've never loved me back!" I shoved my plate away from me, launching it across the smooth table, and watching the fear grow in their eyes as it smashed on the floor. I turned around and grabbed my backpack, beginning to head towards Seth's house.

And then he said it. My own father, said the one thing that couldn't be true, "It's not like he loves you."

I was caught off guard. Dad never jabbed at both of us. He jest at a flaw in him, or a flaw in me, but he never struck the only thing keeping me from suicide. That sickness in my chest grew. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

"... You know what? I fucking hate both of you." I turned around and ran out the door, grabbing my bike and pedaling as fast as I could to Seth's house. I got there and just threw the bike out from under me, tripping over it as I did. I bolted up the steps and into the main room. They were sitting down for dinner, but Seth immediately got up when he saw me. He wrapped his arms around me, comforting me. I cried into his shoulder.

I think I passed out at some point, but woke up in the night, laying next to him. I felt hungry, I felt wrong, I felt dead, and I felt broken. I squeezed him, and he lifted his head up.

"Hey, you're awake."

I just starred at him.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong."

I shook my head a little, and He squeezed me. I felt my eyes tear up again, and I rolled over, pressing my crotch into his. He had a full blown boner, and upon realization, I felt my own pants getting tighter.

Seth whispered in my ear, "I love you..."

"I love you, too..."

I fell asleep like that, and woke up in his arms late in the morning, which was actually eleven fifty. He was laying on the couch with me, playing a game that looked familiar. It reminded me of Oblivion, by the way people spoke, but the game looked different. I decided it must've been some other game from the franchise and rested my head on his chest.

"What... What game is this?" [Me]

"Oh, you're up. Uhh, this is Skyrim. It's the game after Oblivion."

"Oh. I take it Bravil's gotten bigger since the assassination of Uriel Septim?"

"Huh? No. This is Riften. Skyrim's the nation north of Cyrodiil."

"Oh. Who's that argonian following you around?"

"It's Derkeethus. He's my husband."

"... You can get married in these games?"

"Only in Skyrim. I spent all day buying one of the homes that wasn't... the main home that everyone buys."

"Huh?"

"So, like, there's always that one home that everyone gets in these games. It's always super cheap, and really easy to get. Like that one haunted house in Anvil, for Oblivion. Everyone always gets that house."

"Oh. So what house do they get in Skyrim?"

"Breezehome. It's in the center of the map, but Honeyside's still better. It's also got more storage options I think. I could be wrong though."

"Huh." I yawned, and felt my stomach gurgle. I got up and used the bathroom, and came out to see him starring at me.

"What?"

"You... You usually tell me what they said. Was it about me?"

"N-no, it just... They... They said you didn't actually love me. I don't believe them, but that's not okay. I'm not going back to that house unless I have to."

"... Okay. Come here, I wanna watch you play Oblivion."

"I'm actually really hungry, I didn't have dinner."

"Oh, yeah. Come on, we just finished breakfast. We ate kinda late."

"Huh." I followed him into the kitchen, where there was essentially the same meal as yesterday. I ate quickly, and ate more than I usually did. I admitted to not being in the mood, and laid down on Seth's soft chest, nuzzling him. Around two in the afternoon, I got a text from my parents, telling me to come home. I ignored it and went back to cuddling with him. I didn't love them, and now they knew it. This was their own fault.