Troye remembers clearly the last words his mother said to him. "Don't let your insecurities ruin the beauty that you were born with. Things will get better for you Troye, I promise." A couple of hours later, she passed away. As a result, Troye began to turn numb. He succumbed into a darkness that began to take over his life.

"Get up fag, the bus is leaving soon."

Troye's father, Darcy, was not the most pleasant man in the world. He valued his religious beliefs over everything else, and therefore, hated his son from the minute he stepped out of the closet. His mother used to give him a bit of protection, but now he was left to face the full wrath of his father every minute of every day. Bruises of various sizes littered his body and his soul.

When his father had told him at first that he was going to spend the summer at camp, Troye felt relief and joy that he might finally be able to live a little. Unfortunately, this so called "summer paradise" would be at the local church's annual Straight Camp. His mother would not approve of this; then again, his mother would not approve of a lot of the things Darcy had done after her death.

"I'm coming, just give me a minute." Troye began to get together his small suitcase and kitbag that he had packed the night before. He looked around his room, giving it one last look before he left.

I better come back here with the same sexuality I left with, he thought before he got in the car with his father and left for the bus.