Rowan PoV

It was quarter past 2 in the morning, I gave up on sleeping that night, since the thoughts inside my head were racing around at 100 Mph like a whirlwind after what happened with Megan the day before while on the way home from staying at her house.

Megan and I were in her dingy car, on the way home from visiting her parents house, I wasn't talking to her and she had enough of it, because apparently silence is awkward to her.

"Ro, why aren't you talking to me?"

"Don't fucking call me that, only Dad and Papa call me that, and do you really want to know why?"

"Of course I want to know why!, I'm your mother"

"Ugh, of course you bring that up, well ok then, I'll tell you why I'm so fucking pissed off at you!, you let your parents shit talk about Dad being a bad parent even though he has raised me without any fucking help from you Megan!"

"They weren't saying that he's a bad parent-"

"They literally said that in the middle of their 'all gay people are bad' rant!"

"What they were saying was that he's not the best role model for you"

"Why?, because he's in a happy relationship with a man?!"

"It's not the done thing in our family"

"Is that why you treat Papa like shit?!"

"He's your Uncle, not your paren-"

"He's more of a fucking parent to me then you'll ever be!, so fuck you!"

"You been brainwashed by the gay agend-"

"What?!, how the actual fuck is somebody being with someone that makes them happy a fucking agenda Megan?!"

"Because they turn people-"

"Get me out of this fucking car before I lose my shit!"

Megan was staring at me while driving, I don't know why she was just staring, but I did know why I didn't want to be in the car with her anymore, as my blood felt like it was on fire and that it would explode out of me at any moment.

"Quit staring at me and get me out of this fucking car!"

"We'll stop at the next motorway service"

"Fine!"

It was another 10 minutes until we got to the motorway service, and those 10 minutes were pure hell on earth, when we got there I grabbed my bags and hiked to the nearest train station so I could go home, I didn't want another argument to happen, so I yeeted myself out of that situation by leaving.

I walked into the kitchenette, because if I wasn't going to sleep that night, I might as well make myself a cup of tea to try and calm myself down, (though even that doesn't always work for me), but while I was waiting for the kettle to boil Dad walked into the kitchen, because he too had sleeping problems that night, (and most nights in general, because genetics do sometimes carry sleep problems).

"What are you doing up Bambina?"

"I couldn't sleep"

"Do you talk about what happened yesterday Sweetheart?"

"It's not going to change the outcome of it"

"It might make you feel better"

"I don't think that it will though Dad"

"You're right about the fact that it won't change anything about what happened yesterday, but Baby, I'm pretty sure telling somebody is better than bottling it up until you explode"

"Ok, you have a point there Dad, I don't necessarily like that you are, but you're right, Megan has some really backward opinions"

"She said something about me, didn't she?"

"Well not exactly, her parents did say something about both you and Papa but she didn't correct them, which I said to her, and she just said that 'It's not the done thing in our family', and then she said something about 'the gay agenda' to which I then told her how I felt about what she said, which she ignored because of course she fucking ignored it, so when we got to the motorway services I walked to the nearest train station to get home, because I knew that I would've actually snapped at her if I didn't"

Dad pulled me into a hug and we stayed that way for a while, then Dad made me a cup of tea, as he's the best.

"Thank you Dad"

"You're welcome Baby"

"Dad"

"Yes Sweetheart"

"I don't want to see her again, is that a bad thing to want?"

"No Baby, it's not bad for you to not want people around you that make you feel uncomfortable or make you feel like you're going to burst"

"I guess when you put it that way, you're right"

Dad then gave me another hug, since I really needed it, (also Dad gives the best hugs and I would fight people on it).