“Or what, Dad?” Hugh said. “You’ll throw a hissy fit because you don’t like that we’re a couple, and lovers?”
“I think on that note we should leave, before he has a heart attack,” Ansel said with a brief smile as he steered Hugh out of the living room.
“Hugh, get back here this minute,” Mr. Mathews shouted.
Ignoring him, Hugh and Ansel left the house. The moment the door closed behind them, Hugh leaned against it, his whole body shaking.
Ansel gathered him into his arms. “It’s going to be all right,” he said softly. “You’re going to beall right, once you realize you’re finally free of him.”
“I know. It’s just…” Hugh shuddered. Then he smiled, albeit weakly. “I did it. I’m finally my own man, not his…his obedient, cowering son, but me, Hugh Mathews, ruler of my life.”
“King of the world,” Ansel said, kissing him.
“Well, of my world,” Hugh replied after kissing him back. Taking Ansel’s hand, he said, “Let’s go somewhere, and celebrate.”