How long has this been going on?" he breaks his icy gaze and begins to advance. By instinct I too began backing away, his figure looming before me. His eyes turned smug when I turned and saw that I was helplessly trapped between him and the wall.
"No where to run now, hey baby?" he lifted my chin slightly and gazed deep into my eyes. Mentally I'm shivering and sweating, trying to figure out how I became trapped in his charm that I don't even realize that I'm physically leaning in with him for a kiss. Our lips eventually met and oh.....my! There was this crazy burst of emotions that just tipped me off and I found myself moaning and sucking his lips back with such force and intensity as he was giving. We fell into the bed, Merton's piece of clothing loosened as he trailed down rough kisses along my neck and jawline. My hips felt cold at the icy contact with his.... Skin? Oh god, I pushed him away from me, turning slightly to shield myself from the intrepid view of his junk. Yeesh, a deep sadness overwhelmed me completely as I recalled the words I'd stucked with earlier.
You must never allow anyone, not even your father and I to touch you inappropriately.
"I should get going" Merton suddenly said, his tone laced with remorse. He made to pick up his old clothes, halting at my voice.
"You can't wear that"
Although I'd tried to sound calm as always, I couldn't control the sudden gust of irritation dancing it's way deep into my guts. His face tilted with amusement when I gestured to the pair of oversized sweatshirt and rather shortened tank shorts I'd gotten out for him. He picked one up and said. "How do you think I'd fit into this?"
"It's all I have"
Great. Now I sound curt and resentful. I hand over the shorts, taking great care to avoid any contact with his body. He was hurt but as expected, he morphed it into a smile. Vacating the room to give him more privacy, I returned few minutes later to find him gone. My sheets were slightly sagged and a note laid on its plaid surface.
"I'm sorry" it read.
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"Fag"
Aunt Lindsey seethed murderously as she slowly unwound the tangled whip, staring coldly at me. I flinched from my position on the floor. If there was anything that I hated, it's to be called that name.
What's wrong with the world even?
" It doesn't matter if you're different. We're all humans just that a few of us live slightly different from the rest. But aside from that, you're completely normal" She stroked my wet locks pettingly. I scrunched my nose up in confusion.
"I don't really get what you're saying Mother. People detest us, They're turn stereotypical whenever they see us. Whenever we're passing by they turn and starts whispering about how odd they find us"
"That's because Those people haven't yet understood the concept that Some youths and children are born gay. They think its a sort of abomination or taboo. But I don't want you to feel so bad about yourself, we were all made perfectly. I'd advise you to be yourself. Never try changing how you are or your personality just because others find you odd"
Never change.....
Never fear.....
Be yourself....
The sharp burst of pain that engulfed my left shoulder as the first whip landed snapped me out of my reverie as I let out a piercing scream. Lindsey surged forward and delivered a brutal kick on my stomach. I collapsed on the floor as more whips and quick kick jabs descended. The pain was excruciating, making me unable to cry or plead as I just lay helplessly with both arms on my head, serving as a shield. My head pounded hard, rocking against my skull, bruises decorating my bare body. I knew I made a mistake putting on only an oversized sweatshirt and black shorts with practically nothing underneath. No singlet, no boxer briefs, nothing.
Maybe I should just give up.
"Mother please you're gonna kill him" Tiberius chimed in panic seeing the extreme state I was in. Though I lay with my head perfectly tucked in between my arms and couldn't see his face, I knew through his light tone that he was afraid. So the brute has the quality, pity.
"Shut up! Shut up that's disgusting mouth of yours. You're the main reason why I should beat him even more. You collected a bribe, so they could see him right? You saved the money, maybe gave it to that thin-legged buffoon you call a girlfriend and now you're telling me just what to do? Listen here, I'm your mother. I'm the owner of this house and whatever rules I make goes, do you understand? Instead of standing there questioning me, I suggest you head to your room and pray you'll not be next after him!" She threatened.
Light hasty footsteps slowly faded. Now worn out, with my mouth and temples bloodied, I detected faint closeby. Both corners of my lips were torn slightly and spurts of fresh blood gushed out. My stomach felt like a hard block was continuously stomped on it. I envisioned heaven, imagining my gutting pain slowly healing with each stroke of my mother's tender hands.
Mother... It's all over... I couldn't make it. I couldn't be who I'd wanted to be... And now that I'm back home with you, I can't hide my face enough at how well I'd failed. The world hates me, my own family does, no one cares about me....
Heavily struggling to keep my left bruised beyond repair eyelid open, I watched her fingers circle the handle of the black novelty cup that I'd used to serve her coffee earlier. She tipped it over, watching it roll to the edge of the brown mahogany table and smashed against the floor, into bits and pieces. Picking a sharp pointy shard up, she ran her left finger on the pointy tip and allowed it to sink, testing how effective it would be. A rather small trickle of hot liquid flowed out as she turned and began walking back to me.
I lay now, my strength drained with my whole body feeling incurably sore. My lids suddenly became heavy and I found myself drifting off to a rather dark and numb sleep. She stopped and gracefully stooped, flipping me over that I lay with my back on the floor. Her eyes fell to my stomach, and just as she raised the shard high up that now despite how dizzy I felt and with my vision becoming even more blurry within seconds, two dreadful things occurred.
One: as if seized by a possessive spirit, I slightly raised my small feet up and kicked her hard on her stomach.
Two: I ran for dear life.
Backing away instantly urging my bruised frame to cooperate, I practically shut out her ear splitting scream as I stumbled down the placid stairs. Tiberius came running and seeing me running to my room, he pursued me.