Sugar and Vinegar
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It was cold walking home, my fur drying in the ice cold wind of winter. I wrapped my jacket around me praying to get home before mom found out I wasn't in bed, before she discovered I was secretly sneaking out to see my boyfriend.
I guess I'm that old cliché story, a boy in a religious household that didn't accept gays, and here I was sneaking out to live my double life. It wasn't so bad I guess, I know other people have had it way worse, but I just wish it didn't have to happen to me. You see it on tv sometimes and think, oh my I pity that person, but it's totally different when you are that person. I guess if I just sucked it up, walked up to my mom and told her then eventually things would have to settle and everything would be ok. But I'm not that kind of person. I wouldn't be able to handle her tears, her constant yelling at me asking me why I had made such a choice as to be gay. And all I would be able to do is look her in the face and plead for her to not kick me out.
I walked inside, and everything felt normal. Mom and dad were already downstairs asleep, so I slid into the kitchen and grabbed some phone when my cell vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket with ease, pulling out a piece of cheese from the fridge as I did so, and read the text.
"love you Hun! Don't forget to delete our text messages!" I understood, shoving the cheese in my mouth.
I quickly typed, "of course sweetie already done!" I deleted the messages and walked off to my bed. Instantly, I feel asleep.
When I woke, the sun was dripping gold light through my window. I stretched and got up slowly, attempting to avoid that head rush I usually got in the mornings after lying down for a long period of time. I flicked my tail into the air. I sat there for a moment, rubbing my eyes before getting up and grabbing my cell. Already this morning Damien had texted me twice, telling me that since today was Saturday he wanted to spend today with me.
My fingers danced over the keyboard saying, "of course! I'll tell mom and dad I'm gone to see some friends. see u soon!"
I turned my cell off and headed for a shower. I could hear mom come up the stairs as I washed myself down, hear her sit on the sofa, and instantly I knew she was reading one of her many books. Dad came up soon after, and I could hear them make light conversation in the living room. I quickly got out of the shower and dried myself off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I walked out, giving mom and dad both a smile as I headed towards my bedroom.
"morning mom and dad!" I give an easy smile, one that came quick when I knew in a few minutes I would be held tightly in arms that loved me.
They both looked at me and smiled. "Morning Samuel."
I shook my head at them clearly frustrated. "Call me Sam, please."
I sighed, heading into my bedroom ignoring there response. I quickly got dressed in a purple shirt and black jeans that hugged me nicely, and a warm hoodie that would protect me from the cold encase we walked anywhere.
I headed out of my room and to the porch. "where you going?" I hear mom ask.
I slip my boots on then turn to look at her in the doorway. "Heathers house, why?"
Mom shrugs and heads back inside. "Just make sure her parents are home."
I roll my eyes and head out the door. If only you knew mom. Damien didn't live to far away, about a ten minute walk, and when I got there he was already waiting for me in the doorway. I smiled and wrap my arms around his large muscled wolf body.
"Morning sunshine," I hear him sat before he plants a wet kiss on my cheek.
I giggle and slowly wipe it away, keeping a tight griped hug. "Morning my dear."
He swings me inside and plants a sweet kiss on my lips before pulling away.
"what do you have planed for today?" I follow him to the kitchen where he has a nice breakfast laid out.
Me and Damien were quite different. He was a wolf, and I was a dog, he was nineteen with a house and I was sixteen living with my parents, he was smoking hot and I was simply cute, his parents know he's gay and don't care and mine are vile serpents that would kill me if they ever found out. Of course, Damien had asked me to live with him but I simply declined the offer mostly because I didn't want to hurt my mom, and a small part was because I wasn't ready.
I sat down across the table from him and looked down at my plate of bacon and eggs, a piece of toast lightly buttered and and a tall glass of orange juice. Damien, from what I can see, has already eaten most his meal. I'm only half way done when he finishes and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around me.
"I love you Sam." he plants another kiss on my cheek and I know I was blushing. I turn and kiss back, then continue eating my food when he let's me go.
"I was thinking of going for a walk today around the Taylor's Pond, how does that sound?"
I finish my food before responding. I stand up, walk over to him and hug him tightly. I know I'm clingy, but I can't help it, and I love the feel of him breathing down my neck. "Spectacular," Was all I could think of saying.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me outside to his red Toyota truck. I jumped into the passenger seer as he took the drives seat. I bucked up then turned to look at him. "God your hot." I blush a little under my fur as a smile creeps over my lips.
Damien starts the truck up, glancing over at me with a gin before taking off down the road.
Within no time at all were at the pond, ducks circling around the pond as other furs run the boardwalk. Damien walked over to my side of the truck and helped me get out, planting a loving kiss on my cheek.
"Your cute pup." He grabs my hand and begins to walk with me.
The pond is surrounded by tress, the boardwalk of course waving around them or running through places where trees has been cut cut down, but it was a nice walk and one we always enjoyed to do together. A small blue butterfly landed on my hand, and Damien reached out brushing the butterfly away with such gentleness it actually shocked me. Then he grabbed my hand, lifted it up and kissed it. I knew I was blushing, but I kept walking by his side. Before I had even thought about it, it was all over. We went over the small brook and saw the lilly pads, sat in the gazebo for a rest and kissed my the moss covered tree.
The truck was waiting for us when we got back an I jumped in quickly without Damien helping me. He slipped in on the other side smiling. He starts the truck up then looks at me.
"Haven't touched your cell in forever, usually I can't get you to put the thing down!" He chuckles a little.
But then I realized something, and panic rose from somewhere deep within.
"Damien.....I think I'm in trouble..." I look over at him, and I can see by his face he already knows what I'm thinking. I wagged the speedometer go from forty miles to ninety.
The houses passed by in a blur, but Damien managed to slam on the breaks I front of my house. I jumped out and ran into my home.
And that's when it hit me. I felt the emotions in the room, the strain. It was like a string I would cut with my finger, and I knew that the second I walked through the door everything in my life was about to change.
People told me I looked like mom, that my mom looked young like a child. But when she walked up to me, I could see her face had aged a thousand years. Her usually shiny fir had become dull and gray, her bounce in her step faded, her tail which was usually moving from side to side was now dragging along the floor like it weighed more then a ton of bricks.
She handed me my cell, but I didn't need to look to know what it said, but I took it anyways and looked at it. "read it out loud," I her her say, her voice cracked and dry.
I began shaking, but managed to hold it still enough to read. It was from Damien. "Hi Hun! Can't wait to see you this morning! I love you! Don't forget to delete the texts!" I read this out loud slowly.
When I was done I could see mom was crying. She pointed at the door and shook her head. "Pack your bags and get out, I don't want to see you again. Your not my son, your a monster."
That day, I realized what a mistake I had made for not telling her.