Christmas Special Part 2: Family (not so) Secrets
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The final bell rang! Instantly the halls were filled with a horde of crazy excited kids. I waited for the flood to dwindle to a drizzle before walking out of the class. I walked to the commons and my mouth dropped. A wall of white meet the wall of glass.
Cheers filled the air including my own. This morning had been warm. With no chance, nor sign of rain, much less snow.
"I can't believe this!" I herd the oddly familiar, and soothing voice of Kent. "This is the first time I've ever seen snow, it's beautiful!"
"You've never seen snow!" I questioned, he answered with a plain 'no' We talked until I sawmy bus pull up, saying our goodbyes we departed. I quickly found my way to the back seat of the bus, not wanting to mingle with the rowdy crowd.
The bus ride was rather routine, aside from the unusual breakdown, your average idiots and assholes hootin' and hollerin' in their joy filled stupor. All rearing to go home for the holidays, but not me, no I had quite the opposite feelings toward my family.
"The fag's home!" my older brother yelled. The very word boiled my blood, 'Fag.' Although, it's not like my mom cared, what with her addiction to any drug she could get her hands on. I rarely saw her though.
"Get your ass in here boy." The drunken man in the other room hollered. He was sitting in his worn out chair watching the T.V. with a beer in his hand. "Where the fuck were you? You're almost thirty minutes late." His words slurred, and his eyes barley focused.
"The bus broke down." short and sweet I tried to keep our conversations at a minimum. He may have been my father, but he was not my dad.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" He swung at me, his rage fueled by booze and an unresolved issue with my sexuality. I can't even remember why I came out to them, maybe it was spite, but if I could tell them, I could tell anyone, so why did it feel like I couldn't
I saw my brother standing in the doorway. His smile twisted into something grotesque.
"Tell him what you found dad." His sinister snicker told me all I needed to know.
"Explain this." 'dad' said as he pulled out the magazine hidden under his arm.
"It's a magazine" I snorted, trying hard, but failing to resist the urge tugging so hard at me to be a smart allelic.
"So, you think you're a smart ass, hmm? Do you think you're funny?" He waited, I guess expecting an answer. I had none to give him. "ANSWER ME!"
I did not.
"Get out." His anger appeared gone, but I didn't move. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He spewed. I felt a twinge of pain from his words, but more relief than anything as I put a few clothes in my backpack. And walked out. I was done. Done with the fights, the crude jokes, the mindless babbles of a drunken man, and the constant degradation from my family. I quickly, quietly walked to the place Adam, Kent, and I set up. I was the first there.
ADAM'S POV:
Home at last. I threw my books on my floor as soon as I got home, and slumped down on my bed. I had mixed feelings about tonight. I had never thought about guys, other than friends. But I couldn't help but be curious about it.
"Adam, could you come help me please?" I herd mom call from the other room. I groaned and pulled myself up. And ran down the stairs to help. When I walked into the dining room, where I herd her call, I was greeted by a horde of friends and family shouting
"SURPRISE" I was stunned. This was the first surprise birthday party my parents had thrown for me.
"Now I know I didn't have to, but I got you something, here" She hands me a box, it's reflective crimson paper, and golden bow tie on top. As soon as I had it in my hands I tore the paper away, letting it fall to the floor. There cardboard box said it was a coffee maker, clearly marked with a picture of one on it. I grew tired of this gag years ago, but mom still loved to play it. I opened the box and looked inside.
"Mom, there's nothing in here." when I looked at her she grinned.
"That's because it's in the garage." When I opened the door, which was completely covered in the same colored paper as the box before, the cold, musky air hit me, but that was not enough to stop me from running in when I saw my very own car. It was a 69' Pontiac Firebird. When I asked if I could go for a drive she told me to wait until after the party, which was fun as hell. Mom had set it all up, she had no one to help her because dad had died last year. By about seven-o-clock all the guests were leaving, and I was bouncing with joy. My own car! Mom handed me the keys and told me to be careful.
"I'm going to stay at a friends house tonight ok mom?" She nodded her approval. I had just found my way to the meeting place, an old abandoned house on and under kept lawn. I hoped that this would be over soon. I liked these guy's but I really wasn't going to have sex with them. . . Was I?
KENT'S POV :
"Honey I'm home!" I yelled to whoever would answer.
"Oh welcome back kentie. How was your day?" My mom asked with her baby voice on my kiddy name.
"It was great, I already have some friends that invited me over to their house tonight." Her face lit up.
"That's great, I knew that you would fit in, I still can't believe those bullies at your old school. Threatening to shoot you cause you're gay." I had told my mom and dad I was gay as soon as I had started having the feelings. They quickly accepted the fact and moved on with life. "Now finish your chores before you go, ok?" Her only request, I obliged and began working on the dishes. One thing led to another, and when I looked at the clock it read "7:30" I would be late. I pushed the broom back into the closet, and got ready to go, packing my clothes in my bag.(amongst other things) and headed out.
"Bye mom, see ya tomorrow." I called, and waited for her reply
"Bye, I love you, have a good time." I chuckled to myself, oh I would.