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Chapter Two

Chris Struggles

Chris ran into his bedroom and slammed the door as tears continued to fall despite his best efforts to stop crying. He leaned against the door as he let himself slide down to the floor while he covered his eyes.

The shock of what had just happened clouded his mind and hearing the words “I Am Gay" were repeated by his brother. He tried thinking of excuses or ways to rationalize the whole event but none of it made sense to him. With every excuse he thought up he heard the words “I am gay" repeat in Kyle's voice and the excuse he created was instantly shattered into a million pieces in his mind.

“It's not true," Chris moaned to himself. His focus changed and he saw how people in their city would view his brother. He saw them mocking and the older students in school would target him with harassment.

His thoughts changed to how he was going to be seen having a gay brother. How his own reputation would get tarnished. Would they accuse him of being gay also? Would Jennifer understand? Would their parents?

Their father for the most part was a cool guy and he loved and respected his sons. He was always there for them and even when he punished them for being bad he still showed he loved them.

The only thing their father could never forgive was if one of his sons were gay! Brad Oliver, their father, once had a sister. She had died from getting aids by a guy that claimed he was Bisexual. The guy had slept around with multiple partners and was never safe about his conquests.

He eventually made his way to Brad's sister and after their one night stand he disappeared. She, on the other hand, started getting sick and after confirming that she was not pregnant a simple blood test revealed she had HIV.

There was not much of a way to fight it and Brad watched as his sister withered away and died. Neither Chris nor Kyle were born yet and had never met their aunt. Brad rarely spoke about everything he saw as his sister slowly died but it left a deep scar within him. A hatred bloomed and everything that was homosexual he viewed as an enemy.

He told his sons about how he hated fags and what he'd like to do to them if the law ever allowed it. He also mentioned that Aids was the gay disease and “they" were not happy just killing each other but now they wanted to kill normal people as well.

An old memory popped into his mind as he remembered a time when their father had taken them to the park to play football.

Mr. Oliver had the hood up on his car as he was checking the spark plugs and oil pressure. He knew a couple of things about cars but no way near enough that a mechanic knew. Chris and his brother ran off nearby and Chris wanted to play football with his brother.

Chris usually tried to force his brother to play sports with him as an attempt to toughen his younger brother up. Kyle was never any good at sports like Chris was. Chris sometimes worried that Kyle would get picked on for not being as popular as other students in his class.

He also knew he could not fight all his brother's battles so he figured he needed to toughen Kyle up and make him popular. In a way he did become popular but only as being known as Chris' brother.

“Come on Chris, throw it already." Kyle whined as he waited for Chris to toss the football to him. He was running with his arms up ready to try and catch it. So far he had dropped it every time but he did not give up.

“You ready?" Chris shouted making sure his brother was ready this time.

“Come on Chris," Kyle shouted but he was not paying attention to where he was going and he bumped into another boy that was about Chris' age. Chris ran over as they tried to stand up.

“Sorry," Kyle said to the other boy but as they both stood the other boy pushed Kyle to the ground angrily.

“Hey that's my brother!" Chris shouted and he punched the other boy in his nose. The kid fell on his butt and held his nose as he began to wail. His cries caught the attention of his mother who quickly came running over.

She ignored Kyle and Chris as she removed her son's hands from his nose and there was a small trickle of blood smeared there.

“You little brat! What did you do to my son!" She screamed at Chris but he was brave enough to look at her defiantly.

“He started it! He pushed my brother to the ground." Chris replied.

“I tried to say sorry," Kyle replied but they ignored him as usual.

“Where are your parents?" The mother demanded.

“DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chris shouted and Mr. Oliver took his head out from examining the engine of the car and grabbed a rag as he walked over calmly.

“Is there a problem" He asked as he turned to look at the boy that had blood smeared on his nose. He then grimaced as he looked at Chris while he finished wiping his hands.

“Your son broke my son's nose! What are you gonna do about it?" She asked as she stared at Mr. Oliver with hatred in her eyes. Mr. Oliver calmly looked at her as if she did not bother him at all.

“Chris?" He asked.

“I did it because he was mean to Kyle. We was playin' football and Kyle bumped into him. I ran over and Kyle got up and apologized then he pushed Kyle to the ground and I got mad and hit him." Chris explained as he looked at the ground embarrassed.

“Well there you have it. Boys being boys." Mr. Oliver said dismissively.

“And that excuses your son from attacking my child?" She shouted angrily.

“Had your son not attacked my other child in the first place my son would not have punched your son." Mr. Oliver replied.

“Come Harold, some people just don't know how to raise their children properly." She said to her son as she grabbed his hand to leave.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you." Mr. Oliver replied as she stormed off in a huff. Mr. Oliver waited for her to leave then he knelt and took his boys in his arms.

“Why don't we go for some ice cream? huh guys?" He said as he saw them both smile. “One scoop for Chris for protecting his brother and one scoop for Kyle for being so very brave…"

Chris stopped daydreaming and wiped the last of the tears from his eyes. His thoughts changed to how the other kids in school might react to learning that his brother is a fag.

“Eeew Gross!" He heard a girl say in his mind.

“Hey Chris, you a fag like your brother?!!!" He thought of a jock asking him. He pictured being surrounded as everyone was laughing at Kyle then they started laughing at him.

Brad Oliver entered his bedroom and climbed into bed as his wife put down the book she was reading. Amanda had a soft spot for romance novels and no matter how much she was teased about them she still enjoyed reading them.

She liked that they were different from the law books she had to read at her job. Working in a law firm constantly kept her busy so she needed some kind of escape. Something to take her mind off her job and having to keep the house looking its best.

Brad often tried to help her but she would get upset that he could not read her mind about how she wanted something done and would shoo him away while she did it herself. He would eventually give up but he really did his best to try and help her out.

“What was all the noise about?" She asked.

“Chris and Kyle were fighting." He replied calmly.

“What?! How can that be? Those two are never like that! They get along like two peas in a pod. You see one and the other is not far behind." She exclaimed.

“I think that's the problem."

“What do you mean?" She asked.

“Kyle is fifteen years old now. We've always thought of him as a late bloomer and this could be the start of him entering puberty, if he already hasn't. Chris has always been the big brother and Kyle the baby. Well maybe Kyle is finally starting to grow up and he no longer wants to be babied.

I think he told Chris and he did not take it very well. Even though they are very mature for their ages they are still boys. Raging hormones and all that. I think…. This is something they need to work out on their own. They are both becoming adults and we can't expect them to act like children for the rest of our lives. We have to let them grow up and that means they need to work through things like this." Brad explained.

“Yeah, but the thought of my babies growing up is not the kinda thing I'm looking forward to." Amanda replied.

“I know dear but there's nothing we can do about it. We have to let them deal with this on their own as part of their growing into adulthood." Brad said as he hugged his wife then pulled up the covers and turned off the lights. He reached around and spooned her as he drifted off to sleep with the scent of her shampoo. The herbal scent was so refreshing to him.

The next morning Kyle was dressed and sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Their mother had made scrambled eggs and bacon and he was busy eating as he saw Chris walk in. Chris was busy yawning and didn't notice Kyle until he spoke up to him.

Chris was still dressed in his PJs and he had yet to comb his hair as it stuck out in every direction. Kyle could never figure out how he did that because when Kyle slept he usually woke up to bedhead where his hair lay flat as a board.

“Chris, mom made breakfast." Kyle said and Chris turned to glare silently at Kyle. He reached in a cabinet under the sink and took out a box of cereal. He loudly slammed the box on the counter to show his annoyance.

He then slammed a bowl and the sound of a spoon clanging as it hit the bowl filled the kitchen. Kyle quickly took the hint and remained silent as his brother continued to show his displeasure by banging the utensils and the china.

Mrs. Oliver entered wearing a business suit and noticed that Chris was getting ready to make cereal as Kyle looked at his plate without eating. She could see that Kyle was visibly upset.

“Chris, I made eggs if you're hungry." She said,

“I'm not hungry." He said as he left everything out as he walked to his room to get dressed. Mrs. Oliver sighed as she put away everything. Kyle quickly finished easting and put his dish in the sink.

“You're dressed early?" She remarked.

“Yeah I gotta catch the bus." Kyle said glumbly as he walked out. She watched him go sadly as Mr. Oliver entered the kitchen.

“What's going on?" He asked as he saw his wife's face.

“Kyle informed me he's taking the bus today. Their fighting has gotten this bad! I need to have a word with Chris." She said and she turned to walk towards her son's room when Mr. Oliver gently took her arm.

“Honey," he replied sympathetically. She let herself stop as he took her in his arms. “We need to let the boys work this out on their own. You're only going to make things worse if you try and force Chris to drive his brother to school. Let them be." He said and she finally agreed grudgingly.

Kyle swiftly walked as he made his way to the bus stop. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder and he was so lost in thought that he did not hear Tyler calling out to him.

“HEY! HEEEY!!!! Wait up, would yeah." Tyler shouted as he finally caught up to his best friend.

“Huh?" Kyle said as he snapped out of his day dreaming.

“What's going on? Chris' car break down or something?"

“No… we got into a fight." Kyle replied.

“No shit. Never thought that would ever happen. So what's the fight about?" Tyler asked.

Kyle started to daydream again as he thought about his brother. He remembered that everything started when he was little and Chris would sneak into his room at nights. They kept a sleeping bag under Kyle's bed for when Chris would sneak in.

“Don't worry bro, I'll protect you from the monsters. You can sleep easy now." Chris would say as he climbed into the sleeping bag. Kyle didn't believe him and figured he was scared of the dark but he just played along to make his brother feel better.

“Thanks Chris," he would say as they both drifted off to sleep.

“Sorry I'd rather not talk about it right now." Kyle replied to Tyler.

“That's not like you man." Tyler said but their attention was drawn to someone singing the song “End of The Road'' by Boys II Men.

When I can't sleep at night

Without holding you tight

Girl, each time I try

I just break down and cry

Pain in my head

Oh, I'd rather be dead

Spinning around and around.

They turned and saw Charlie as he was walking to school and loudly singing to himself. He seemed to be wearing two button down shirts today with a white one that had a blue tie and the outer one that was loosely buttoned to show off the inner shirt was a light blue that matched the tie. On top of those he wore a white thin sweater and black dress pants.

“He sure keeps things… interesting." Tyler remarked dismissively. Kyle ran over to talk to Charlie while he ignored Kyle and kept singing.

“Hi," Kyle said dumbly and he blushed slightly as Charlie looked at him after singing a few more words to the song. He finally stopped and stared at them.

“Heellooo." Charlie said skeptically as he stared at them. “Do I know you two? Because if you've come to threaten my life you should know you're interrupting a very good song right now."

“I'm Kyle and this is Tyler," Tyler weakly waved then looked away. “We have history together."

“Were you the one that tried waving to me?" Charlie asked.

“Yeah, kinda."

“Well thank you it was very nice for at least someone to make me feel welcomed."

“Sorry about that, a lot of guys are jerks." Tyler remarked.

“Well before you make us all late we better get going." Charlie said and they followed as he began to sing again. Kyle and Tyler looked at each other and tried to not laugh but it was clear to Kyle that Charlie was too absorbed in himself to notice.

Chris entered the school locker room to change for basketball practice. He picked his usual locker and put his stuff inside as he prepared to change into his uniform. His best friend Jordan was busy teasing Jacob which he usually did. Jordon saw him and nodded.

Jacob Blanchard was a snobby rich kid that attended public school. He claimed he ran into problems with the private ones so he was sent to public school. The trouble was that he acted like a real jerk and he wasn't well liked.

He was a member of the basketball team and though not as good as he bragged he was decent enough that they didn't kick him off. Jordan was black and had a really sarcastic sense of humor. Because of Jacob's attitude towards them he made it his life's mission to constantly pick on Jacob.

Jacob was good about it and took it in stride but honestly Jordan and Chris seemed to grudgingly be his only friends. Jordan liked to make fun of Jacob's rotten personality and said that because that then none of the rich brats liked him and kicked him out of their private club.

“Are you girls done yet?" The Team Captain shouted at them. Brett wanted to get the players out on the court before their coach started shouting. If he did then Brett, being the team captain, would be his first target.

The Coach is a former Drill Sergeant from the Armed Forces and he had very little patience when his players were goofing off. Rumor had it that he was fired when a soldier died during basic training. The powers that be said he was too strict and pushed the young man too hard.

The trouble most seemed to overlook was that the young man in question was a diabetic and hid that secret from everyone. During basic he had a low blood sugar and slipped into a coma only to die later. The Coach tried to fight the decision but the young man had very influential parents that chose to blame the drill sergeant and not their son.

He was finally able to become a physical education teacher and took over as Coach of the basketball team. He used to be a heavy smoker while in the service but since he can no longer smoke like he used to in public schools, he took to chewing gum. He can constantly be seen rapidly chewing.

“Chris, why do you look like I pissed in your Cheerios?" Jordan asked. He hung back while Chris got dressed while the other players made their way to the basketball court.

“I got into a fight with Kyle." Chris replied glumly.

“No shit huh, never thought I'd hear you say that. What was it about?"

“Can you keep a secret?" Chris asked and after Jordan said yes Chris went on to describe what happened last night.

The Coach walked into the locker room and spit the chewed piece of gun into the trash. A man in a neapolitan suit stood there waiting. He looked around and cringed at the smell of the locker room.

“Can I help you?" The Coach asked as he put a new piece of gun in his mouth.

“I hope so," He replied without showing any amount of emotion. “I believe my son is a member of the basketball team."

“Are you Blanchard's father?" The Coach asked as he narrowed his eyes while looking at him. The Coach knew that Jacob Blanchard was from a wealthy family but judging by his suit, the family must be loaded.

“Indeed I am. I've had one of my assistants videotaping all his games. I suppose for a public school the win loss ratio is normal. I am disappointed to see that my son is not on the “court" as much as some of the other players." He said and The Coach judged by his lack of empathy that he seemed bored. Being as rich as he was and given everything he ever wanted, it would make sense that he was just bored with everything in general.

“If you're asking me to put your son in more games then he first needs to become a better player. I make sure everyone on the team gets a chance to play in the game. However the more exceptional players I give more time so we can try and get more wins than losses." The Coach replied sourly. After the events with the boy's family that made him lose his job he had very little patience to deal with rich snobs.

“Perhaps we can come to a financial arrangement on the matter. I'm willing to pay handsomely to ensure he has more play time. You could buy new uniforms, better equipment, or even replace that pension you lost when you were removed from your former employment." Mr. Blanchard said snidely. The Coach's face turned instantly red and he reached out to grab Mr. Blanchard.

Mr. Blanchard instantly panicked and this was the first time he showed any emotion. What the Coach did not know was that Mr. Blanchard had a deep fear of germs and everything around him needed to be sanitized and sterile.

Jacob was his biological son but because he could not get intimate with anyone he hired a prostitute to be the mother of his child. He picked one that he thought was the most beautiful and had her artificially inseminated. She was brought into the mansion and lived the life like in the movie “Pretty Woman." After giving birth she signed away all rights, was paid, and was tossed out to return to her former life.

“Don't touch me!!!" Mr. Blanchard screamed as he backed away.

“Then get outta my locker room." The Coach ordered him firmly.

“You're making a terrible mistake to make an enemy of me." Mr. Blanchard said as he composed himself and turned to slowly leave.

Chris was in line and a basketball was tossed to him he dribbled it then took aim and tossed it towards the hoop. The ball missed the hoop completely and he ran to the back of the line where Jordan was waiting to move up as the next player took a shot.

“Are you kidding me? Kyle?? There's no way he's one of them." Jordan whispered to him.

“That's what I thought. I keep waiting for Kyle to show up and tell me he was fucking with me but… it doesn't seem real."

“So what are you gonna do?" Jordan asked.

“I dunno but the one thing I do know is that he's no longer my brother." Chris said after he paused to reflect. Jordan just shook his head as they moved forward to the front of the line.

To Be Continued…