Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2012 00:04:34 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Well that was Unexpected chapter 33

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Written by David S
Edited by Russ J
E-mail justdave68@hotmail.co.uk

Well That Was Unexpected

By Dave S

Chapter 33

8:33am

I woke up alone. Todd had an early class and had to be there. My first
class was not until ten, so I afforded myself a sleep-in. Last night was
the first time I had not slept with Cal since my release from the
hospital. I decided it was time to see if I could be okay by myself, as
part of the doctor's suggestion.

I had a shower, got dressed and headed for something to eat. I passed a few
people, and spotted Nick and Dave walking towards me.

"Fucking faggot!" I heard someone shout, and before I had time to respond,
Nick had some guy pinned against the wall. "Get the fuck off me, man!" the
guy yelled, as the guy's friend was also protesting, but Dave held him at
bay. Soon, Billy Ray walked up. "What's going on, Nick?" Billy Ray
asked. "Scum, is all, just scum," Nick replied. "Douche, you owe Josh here
an apology," Nick said, then looking over to me. "I am not fucking
apologizing to some fag!" he yelled out. "Reynolds is innocent of anything
wrong!" he spat out. "What, you fucking retard?" asked Billy Ray. "He
snatched the kid and beat the fucking shit out of him. He's admitted it. So
how is he fucking innocent, you fucking idiot?" continued Billy Ray as Nick
forced him harder against the wall.

"He was teaching him a fucking lesson, that's all," the guy insisted. "Are
you for fucking real? Did your mama drop you at birth, you fucking moron?"
I was now adding to the argument. "Trying to teach me a lesson? Explain
Connor. Was that a lesson? They wanted me fucking dead, you fucking
dipshit!" I spat out, and then just turned my back before I did something I
knew I would not feel guilty over at a later date. I forgot about food and
headed back to my dorm, totally pissed off. Well, at least I would have
something else to talk about with my therapist. "Josh...Josh, man, hold
up," Nick yelled out. "Let's grab a coffee, okay?" he said. "Fuck, Nick,
who the fuck was that, anyway?" "Luke Satter, Terry Reynolds' former
roommate," Nick informed me. "Don't worry about him. He's all mouth. And
besides, I think he's shitting his pants right about now. Billy Ray looked
a bit pissed when I left him with the fool," Nick said with a slight
laugh. We turned around and headed back to the cafeteria and had a
coffee. The food looked awful, so I just grabbed a couple of pieces of
fruit and sat down.

"Look, dude, don't let idiots like him drag you down. Shit, a couple of
months ago...shit, I would have joined him in calling your ass. But, hey, I
woke up...didn't I?" Nick said, looking sad at how he had acted in the
past. "All I can say is, keep your chin up. Don't let the bigots see they
are getting to you," he added. "Yeah, Nick, but when you have been through
what I have been through, and then you hear someone still have a go at you,
it's fucking hard, you know," I replied. He tried to reassure me that this
kind in college are a dwindling minority, as people realize there are far
worse things in the world than gays. I mean, since the `don't ask, don't
tell' policy was banned, one of the safest places to be regarding
discrimination is the armed forces. Who gives a shit if it's a gay marine?
Trust me, I have been told by quite a few that there are any number of
marines who sought comfort with each other, but are willing to die to
defend our constitution. So why should I have to be discriminated against
in fucking college?

"Yeah, thanks. I know things have been better, but it only takes one and he
just got to me is all," I replied. As I said that, Dale and Lisa came and
sat next to us. "You okay, dude?" asked Dale. "What do you mean?" I
asked. "Some girl told Lisa that you were having trouble with Terry's
roommate," he added. "Well, yeah. I walked to the cafeteria, and he called
me a faggot, and Nick pinned him against the wall," I said, looking at
Dale. Nick added, "Billy Ray was re-educating him when I walked away,"
laughing as he said that. "Fuck, this shit has to stop," he said, looking
at the floor. "Okay, this is what I am going to do, and no argument on
this, Josh, okay?" he said, and I was intrigued. "I said months ago I was
not gay, but I am going to be a gay activist, and by fuck I am going to
be," he said with meaning. I was still a little intrigued. "Lisa, there's a
pep rally tonight, right?" and he looked at his girlfriend. "Well, yeah,
why?" she asked sceptically. "Loads of students and shit, right?" he asked
again, and she replied, "I don't know, sweetie, but from what I have been
told, yeah," she nodded.

"Okay, I am going to speak to our dean of students. I want to talk at this
fucking rally tonight, and I want representatives from all student
organizations with me when I do, especially from the LGBT. This hate shit
has to stop," he said, and stood up and traipsed off. "Oh, he looks
pissed," Nick said. "Yeah, Connor's death hit him harder than he thought,"
I replied. "Oh, I didn't know they were friends," Lisa added. "They
weren't. He just found him battered, and he's taking it bad," I
replied. With that, I said my goodbyes and went to my geometry lecture. As
soon as that was over I went and waited for the bus to take me to my
appointment with my therapist.

...

I arrived at her office a couple of minutes late, but she was fine, as my
hour was still ticking away anyway.

"Okay, Josh, how has your week been?" she asked.

"Better, doctor, thanks for asking." "Do you want to explain how it has
been better?" she added, and I went on to explain that I had been more
assertive in my approach to things, and that I was able to get out of the
nightmares or bad situations while I slept. I also told her about my stupid
argument with Cal, and how emotional I was during it, and then I went on to
explain what happened earlier on today.

"So this person insulted you verbally? Physically?" she asked. "Words is
all," I replied. "And what did you do when he started to attack you with
words?" she asked, whilst writing down notes on a yellow pad. "Nothing at
first," I replied. "Two friends, well, new friends actually, had him pinned
against the wall," I added. "Did they attack him?" she asked, with a
serious look on her face. "Not physically," I defended, and then I told her
what he said to me about his former roommate being an innocent party and
how I retaliated at his words. "That's good, Josh, you seized
control. That's a good step," she replied.

"You said that you are able to pull out of your nightmares. Explain," she
asked. I told her that when I was ever confronted in my dream I would just
say to myself, wake up! And I would," I added. And she went on, "Okay, so
far so good. But sometimes the brain is fooled by dreams or nightmares,
convincing your subconscious that you are awake. So what happens then?" she
asked, and I replied, "Well, so far doc, that hasn't happened to me, and
I'm hoping it does not. I think once the trial is over I should have the
control back," I added, and she smiled at me and said, "Very insightful,
Josh," and I just said, "Thank you."

"Okay, Josh, do you still feel panicked when out by yourself?" she asked,
still jotting down notes. "Yes, but not as much as I was. People for the
most part just let me be. The ones that approach me, I feel I can handle,
like Nick, and Billy Ray, people that I had not really known before I had
been attacked. Actually, Billy Ray and his friend, Donny, are former
friends of one of the guys who kidnapped me," I added.

"Wow, and they are friendly towards you?" she asked. "Nick had his wake up
call when Connor Brian was attacked. He was pretty homophobic
beforehand. And I suppose my attack by their friend was Billy Ray's and
Donny's wake up call," I informed her. "You have a very trusting nature,
Josh. I am not saying it's a bad thing. I am not suggesting you
second-guess yourself. But, you said you thought you could trust one of
your attackers," and she looked at her notes, "Ben Kips." she added. "Yes,
I did, but that's because he had given me and everyone the impression that
he had saved me. But all he did was delay it," I replied. "And
trusting...yeah, I can be, but...not as much now," I finished. With that,
she said that was the end of my session. Again, I had questions for
myself. Okay, I can be trusting, and although I don't want to change that,
I should probably be more careful with that in some regard.

I left the clinic and was surprised to find Cal was sitting in his truck
next to my bus stop. "You never said anything about not picking you up," he
said, talking out of the window. He reached over and opened the passenger
side to let me in. I climbed inside, reached over and kissed his
cheek. "What's that for?" he asked. "Coz I love you," I replied, and for
once he was the one with the goofy smile.

"You wanna grab a bite?" he asked, starting the truck. "Yeah. I am
starving. I have only had a banana all day," I replied. With that, he drove
and found us a little Italian place, and we ordered their sampler menu, and
had a little of everything. Cal was so impressed with it he ordered the
lasagne to go.

We got back on campus around 5pm and headed back to my dorm. We arrived and
heard Todd talking to Dale. As soon as we entered the room it was obvious
they had quickly changed the subject of their conversation. "What's up?" I
asked. "Nothing, dude," Dale replied. "Bullshit!" I responded. "You were
talking about something, and you stopped as soon as I came in. NO FUCKING
SECRETS, remember?" I shouted out the last part, throwing my jacket down on
my bed, as Cal wondered what the fuck was going on. "Okay. The rally
tonight. The dean thinks it's a bad idea, but we don't, so we asked the
student body president to intervene, and we are just waiting to hear from
him," Todd told me. He looked a bit sheepish that he was going to withhold
something so trivial, and I was thinking there might be more to it. "And
that's it? Shit, guys, I'm not made of glass. Okay, I had a therapy
session, but I can handle shit, okay?" I said a bit harsher than I
intended.

"Sorry, dude. Yeah, sorry, Josh," they both added.

Soon after, the girls came knocking, and we headed out to the sports field
and the pep rally, still not knowing if Dale was going to talk, and what he
had to say anyway. As we approached the stadium, Trent Jarvis came towards
us and stopped Dale. He said he had permission to talk and he would stand
with him. Dale told me that when I was in the hospital and then at home,
Trent, despite being the student liaison, had been voted student body
president. We went inside, and, while the place was far from full, there
were still a few hundred attending at least. I took my seat, and the rally
began. It was to support our baseball, lacrosse, and basketball teams, and
twenty minutes later Dale got waved down. "Watch this dude," he said before
he walked down to the field.

Trent had the microphone and began to speak. "Okay, guys, settle down, I
want to introduce a first-year student who has some valid points to make
about the student body on this campus. I would appreciate it if you could
hear what he has to say." He held the crowd well. I was impressed. I heard
a couple of "Shut the fuck up's," but mostly respect was shown. "Students
and faculty, Dale Jackson," he concluded.

"Okay, guys, ladies. I want to talk about hate," he started, and got a few
boo's, and they got shouted down. "That's what I mean," Dale went on, "A
few months ago a student by the name of Connor Brian was viciously
assaulted on this campus by a student and a couple of people known to the
police. He was attacked because of hate!" Dale had them listening. A couple
had walked out, but the majority stopped. "I am the one who found Connor,
beaten to a pulp," he said with a little anger. "All because of hate," he
went on.

"And, as you know, he died several weeks later. Murdered. Not because of
drugs, or a feud, but because someone thought he was gay. That's it. Simple
as that. Hate." He was getting emotional. "The police believe it was a case
of mistaken identity. And, yeah, so do I," He was getting riled up and his
voice was rising.

"My friend...my best friend is gay. You have all heard about him. Josh
Miller. The best fucking person I know...Sorry, dean," he apologized for
his cuss. "Let me tell you what kind of man Josh Miller is. When I was ten
years old I fell into a frozen lake. He jumped in and saved my life. For
that, I have no doubt; he has always been a constant in my life. And, for
that I am truly grateful." He smiled towards me and I had moisture in my
eyes.

"Now, about a month ago, because of hate, Josh was kidnapped from this
campus, and tortured. And the wounds he sustained..." and with this, Dale
pointed to the big screen at the end of the stadium, and showed two large
images of me, badly beaten. The photos showed all the cuts and welts on my
torso, and one with me lying in the hospital bed with my face swollen. I
was in tears at this point; Cal had his arm wrapped around my
shoulder. There were many comments flying about the images on screen, along
with a few gasps from the crowd, and quite a few `holy shit's.' I now know
why the dean was objecting, and why Todd and Dale stopped talking when I
came in the room.

"That's what hate did to my best friend. And it has to stop. Does anyone
here believe he deserved to have that done to him? The police believe the
attackers of Connor are the same ones that did this," pointing again at the
images on the screen before they were turned off. Todd had his arm wrapped
around me also, as I was a wreck at this point.

"The reason I asked to speak tonight was because, despite the shit that
Josh went through, some of you think it was justified. If you want to know
what I mean by that, Josh went for some breakfast this morning and was
called a faggot. I won't name the idiot here, but he knows who is. Hate,
people. Is this a place for learning? Or for bigots? The hate has to stop,
and it has to stop now...thank you." With that, he walked off stage and
everyone—and I mean everyone—stood up and applauded him. I walked
down before he got off the field and grabbed him into a hug. "Does that
make up for me being a prick?" he asked me. With tears streaming down my
face, I just hugged him and replied, "Dude, you, like Lucas, are my
brother, and I forgave you that day months ago." he hugged me tight. "Now
you know I have your back," he concluded, as we walked back to our
seats. As we sat down the dean began to speak.

"Thank you, Mr Jackson. Very well spoken. And I must mention this. I was
against showing Josh Miller's injuries on screen, but hindsight is a
wonderful thing, and even though those images are both harrowing and
well...let's face it people, it made a point. So, if anyone has any
information regarding either attack, please contact my office," he
concluded. The rally re-started, and we heard a few comments, and when we
left a few guys came up and shook my hand as well as Dales. And to
reiterate what Nick had said earlier, he came up and shook my hand and
said, "Told you, dude," and I smiled.

"You okay, Josh?" asked Cal, as we headed out of stadium. "Yeah, Dale did
good," I responded. "Dude, you okay?" asked Dale. "Yeah, that was fucking
amazing, dude. How did you get the photos?" I responded. He just pointed
towards the exit, and standing there was Detective Vera Valdez. I walked
over and shook her hand, and she pulled me into a light hug. "Dale rang me
this afternoon and told me what he was doing, and asked for some
photos. Since those particular ones will not be used in the trial, I had no
objection, so that's how he got them," she responded. "And Dale, well
done," she said, before walking back to her car. "Wow. She's good," Cal
responded, and hugged me as we walked back towards campus. I was not
feeling apprehensive, and my friendship with Dale seemed surer than at any
point in me knowing him. He truly is my brother and from this point on
despite any disagreements we will have, I at least know that much.

The rest of the night consisted of the four of us guys, and the girls,
sitting in our dorm eating pizza. The guys played some Xbox and we were
surprised to find that Cal more than held his own. We were even more
shocked when Lisa and Laura wiped the floor with Todd and Dale. I was
useless as always, but my ineptitude was taken in good spirits. By the end
of the night I went to Cal's just to sleep. The sleeping arrangements for
the girls? Well, I didn't stop long enough to find out, but I think that
the guys being beaten by the girls at Xbox may have been a ploy in their
plan to get some...



To be continued...

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writing! As always, at justdave68@hotmail.co.uk

Dave