The Five Secrets_Ezra Gatley

Ezra has it all. A perfect house, perfect grades, and the perfect girlfriend. But there's one thing missing - his secret. Ever since he was twelve, Ezra buried his secret on the inside just so people wouldn't find out.
But now that his secret lover is able to come to his school, and now that his girlfriend is beginning to get curious...Ezra wonders how long he can actually keep the secret up.

With his life changing, and his feelings becoming stronger and stronger by day, it leaves Ezra to believe one thing. "Everyone has secrets, right?"


5. Chapter One *Part Five*

Emmanuel was sitting outside the hallway, playing with some of the toys that Mom had let him keep. I sighed because I knew how annoyed my dad would’ve been with all of this. Unlike Eric, Evelyn, and I, Emmanuel hasn’t even started on his sports career yet, and Dad gets even more pissed off by the day that he’s still playing with toys.

   Emmanuel must’ve heard me because he looked up and smiled. “Hi, Ez.” I made my way over to him and began picking up some of the toys. Emmanuel’s eyes got wide as he snatched back one of the toys from my hand. “What are you doing?!”

  “Picking these up,” I said. My voice sounded more tired than I’d wanted it to, but I could care less. “You can only play with these in your room, E. I told you that already.”

  Emmanuel watched me as I put most of what he was playing with in his room, pressing his lips together as I moved back and forth. When there was one toy left, a car, I handed it to him. “Here.”

“What do you want me to do with it?” Emmanuel asked, looking at the toy like it was something Eric had cooked.

  I shrugged. “Play with it,” I said. “Just make sure Dad doesn’t see you.” I was about to walk off and leave when Emmanuel rushed up behind me and wrapped me in another hug. This time, I let him do it.

  “Why are you going in Mom and Dad’s room?” he asked, still holding onto me tightly.

  I turned back around and bent down to his height so that it’d be easier for him to make eye contact with me. “I don’t really know.”

   “Did you do something?” Emmanuel asked, raising his eyebrows.

  Again, I shrugged. “Maybe,” I said. “But it doesn’t matter, okay? Go play in your room for a little bit.” Emmanuel nodded before he pulled me into a hug again, his hands clutching onto me tightly. I wished we could get some medicine or something to make sure he won’t be so clingy all the time, but Dad believed he would grow out of it or something. But all of us knew that he wouldn’t.

  “Bye, Ez,” he said. I didn’t respond to him and waited for his arms to release around me. When they did, he ran into his room, shutting the door softly behind him.

  Now that he was out of the way, I took a deep breath before I kept on walking down the hallway. It felt like I was in a horror movie while I was walking down that hallway, checking every corner like someone would step out and murder me at any given second. But our house had high security, and I knew something like that would never really happen.

  Still, I felt my stomach do a backflip when I opened up the door to my parents' room and walked in. Mom was sitting on her bed, flipping through something on the new iPad she’d boughten last week, and Dad was sitting on the other side of the bed, going through some of the fancy ties he owned.

   “Hi, mom,” I said. “You needed me for something?”

   My mom looked up and smiled at me. Unlike her first three children, my mom has dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. Though Eric and Evelyn have the same eye color as her, Emmanuel was the only one to receive her hair color. But all of us got the innocent look from her, which I’ll be honest, helps me a lot. “Hi baby,” she said. When she said ‘baby’ to me, that gave me the hint she didn’t know anything. Maybe I was in the clear.

  “Hey,” I said. I gave her a friendly smile and then sat down next to her on her side of the bed. “What’s up?”

  Mom set down her iPad as she looked at me. “I didn’t even mean to text you to come in here, but I guess this is better, anyway. I really just wanted to know if you’ve been practicing for the game or not,” she said.

  I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief because this meant I wasn’t actually in trouble for anything. But instead, I just smiled at her. “Of course I have, Mom,” I said. My mom wasn’t too hard to please compared to my dad, so I knew just talking to her kindly about things would get the conversation over with quickly.

   My mom nodded. “That’s good,” she said. She rubbed her temple softly before she looked back at me. “Could I have a hug, sweetheart.”

  I nodded and then wrapped my arms around her. She must have a headache or something because she seems tired and restless compared to how she usually is at this time period. When I let go of her, I began messing with my hands-but on one side of me so that Dad wouldn’t see it. “Are you feeling sick?” I asked her.

  My mom shrugged. “A little bit,” she said. “But nothing I can’t get over in a few days, Ezra.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  It would’ve been the time for me to leave at that moment, but I knew that leaving when I wasn’t supposed to be one of the main violations to my father. I stayed in place and waited for either my mom to say something, or for my dad to begin asking me about sports. Lucky for me, Mom cleared her throat before she calmly asked me; “Do you want me to make you a plate for dinner?”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Didn’t you eat at your girlfriend’s house?” Dad asked me, raising his eyebrows.

  I looked at him and made sure the words I said were perfectly planned out. “I did,” I said, dragging the word a little bit. “But...seafood isn’t one of my favorite things in the world, so I try my best not to eat as much of it.”

   “You wasted their food, Ezra?” Mom asked me, giving the same expression that Dad did when I lied about already eating.

  I shook my head. “No!” I said. “I did eat it, but I could use something that actually tastes good for a change.”

  This time, both of them were silent, but I could feel my Dad’s glare on me. His eyes were staring at me coldly and hard, I just knew it. But looking at him would make the glare even worse, so I kept my eyes on my mom, who was nodding slowly.

  “Okay then, baby,” she said, patting my thigh. “I’ll make sure to cook a bit more.”

  I nodded, still waiting for my signal to go. When Dad gestured towards the doorway, I said goodbye to both of them and then walked out of the room, steadying my heartbeat. It was harder than ever to be in the same room with the two of them. Mom wanted all of her boys to stay “her babies”, while Dad though all of us should’ve grown by the time we were 9. Like always, there’s no winning with my parents.

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