What are you doing to me?

'Actually, Mr. And Mrs. um, Way? We have have different sexualities, none of use are gay-'
'Except for me. Mikey's panromantic, but asexual. Ray's both biromantic and bisexual. Frank's both panromantic and pansexual. I am the only gay one.' I stated, trying to keep my cool.
Donald scuffed. 'There's no such thing! You're making it up, all of it. Asexual- what kind of moron do you think I am?'

The next few hours were spent by us proving that there are more than 2 sexualities, and that being bi isn't a phase.

' No matter! There's other issues, are there not?' I asked, after they continuously insisted that I was wrong- despite the proof that was in front if them.
'You're right. Now, where do you boys get off thinking that this is your house?' Donna said, tapping her foot.
'Well, actually this is my house. As soon as I turned 18 in April, the house became legally mine. Since, you left it to Grandma when you left, she passed it down to me and Mikes when she passed. As soon as I turned 18 I would be elligable to get it. I turned 18 and- BOOM! The house is mine. And when my brother turns 18, it becomes his as well.'
I watched as Donald and Donna's faces turned surprised.
'I suppose you have this all figured out, then. I'm tired, and I'm sure your father is as well. It was a long drive, so we'll take a nap. But this isn't finished.' they both walked down the hall to the spare room, like we were having a casual conversation about the weather.

We all decided to take a nap, too. Donald and Donna were draining, even if we were only talking for 3 hours.
Frank immediately passed out as soon as we sat on the bed, but I was restless. I was too angry and sad. Angry for the obvious, but sad because they reminded me of how insignificant I can feel at times. Even when I tried my best to please everyone, they still found a problem with everything I did. I could win a Nobel Prize in physics and they would still find a way to make me feel like a failure.
I decided to go for a run while the house was sleeping. Just a little fresh air to clear my mind.

°°°

When I got back from my run, I realized that I hadn't eaten all day, so I stopped by the kitchen. I grabbed an elastic band to pin up my hair and took off both my shirt and sweatshirt. It was too damned hot.
I went to reheat two waffles and make some coffee, not noticing that I wasn't alone in the room.
'Honestly, Gerard? I'm so disappointed in you. First you do feminine things like dye your hair, and then you get boyfriend- without telling your father and I. Not to mention- you're getting fat! Do you care about what others think at all?'
I put down the waffle that I had barely took one bite out of and pushed it away from me. My eyes were trained on a spot in the middle of nothing, I was determined not to let her get to me.
'Look at your stretch marks! They're disgusting- revolting, even. You think anybody loves you? Because they don't. Frank can do better than you, and you know it. Michael's only here because he has no choice. He doesn't even love you. Your father doesn't love you, I don't love you- you can't even love yourself! How do you expect anyone to love you? You're worthless, pathetic.' she spit the words at me.
I couldn't stop the tears that were starting to fall from my eyes at that moment. Everything she said was true- I was unlovable, unloved and worthless. And here I am, crying like a baby, how pathetic. I looked down at my stomach and felt sick. I was getting fat. I pulled on my sweatshirt, only to hear her laugh at me.
'Its too late, I've already seen that monstrosity. Better hide it before Frank leaves you'
I heard someone else enter the kitchen, but was too embarrassed to look up and see who it was. I felt arms around my waist and a small frame press himself to me. He planted a kiss to my temple before turning to Donna, a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. I've only seen Frank angry once. And it was not a thing that you wanted to see.
'Get out. Leave.'
'Excuse you, watch who you're talking to, boy. I'll call your alcoholic mother and have her pick you up immediately. Don't test me. Or should I call your dad? Oh, wait-'
'I said get out.' he said through clenched teeth
' Or what? You're going to make me?'
'Precisely. Now go' Frank said the last part with so much venom that I flinched at his words.
When Donna didn't move, Frank went and collected her and Donald's things and threw them out. He preceded to wake Donald up and tell him the same exact thing he said to Donna. With the same tone and threat. Donald grumbled something, but walked out. Donna stayed put, eyes trained on me the whole time.
'Michael doesn't love you, just so you know. He couldn't care less about what happened to you. You can die and he'll celebrate it.' Her words struck me so hard that I broke out into sobs. She seemed satisfied enough to leave, but I couldn't stop crying.
She was right.
I'm nothing.
Michael doesn't love you... Michael's only here because he has no choice.... You're fat.... Worthless.... Pathetic.... Nobody loves you.... You can die and he'll celebrate it... Frank can do better...
I cried even harder, knowing that her words were true.

Frank rushed back into the kitchen and pulled me into his arms. How can he do that? I mean, look at me. I'm revolting. He kissed me all over my face and neck, trying to calm me- but what was the point? He doesn't love me anyway. Nobody loves me.
I felt an unfamiliar darkness attempt to consume me, but I was too tired to fight it off. I let it swallow me temporarily, not caring if I lived or if I died.
She was right, I'm nothing.

Notes

Hopefully this doesn't suck butt.
But I have a question for you all;
How would you feel if I started writing smut in this story?
Your response would be appreciated.

Have a good day/night everyone!
Xo s-omeone-els-e