Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 14:58:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kelly Jean <npgtwist@yahoo.com>
Subject: His Life Part 2

His Life Part 2
By: Kelly Jean

     I couldn't believe it. My mom had come home nearly three hours early
from work to come into my bedroom and catch me having sex. And not just
sex...sex with another guy! I couldn't believe this was happening.

     Quickly, I through the sheets over myself and Jake.  I was ready to
start crying. Thruthfully I had no idea how she would react to this. I
really didn't know.

     "Tony, wow, I'm sorry! I'll leave you guys alone," she said with a lot
of stutter and closed the door. I looked over at Jake and began to pour out
my heart to him along with many tears.

     For a few minutes he comforted me. He held me against him and said
that it would be alright. I quickly explained the rest of my lovely
situation to him.

     I live with my mom and dad. My dad hates me. I don't know why, and I
don't know what I ever did to make him mad. Maybe it was just the fact that
I was born.  "God, if you only knew my dad," I told him. "If he knows I'm
gay he's going to fucking kill me!" I cried. Jake continued to stay with me
until I calmed down. We then agreed it would be better for the both of us
if he left for the rest of the afternoon. But Lord, I didn't want him to
leave me. I felt so safe and secure wrapped ever so tightly in his strong
arms.

     After Jake and I got dressed he walked out of my room and actually
went up to my mom and apologized if he did anything wrong. He also
introduced himself.  Soon enough he left and it was just my mom and I
sitting at

the kitchen table.

     "I'm sorry," I whispered with my hands folded on top of the glass
table.

     "It's okay, Tony," her voice came out softly.  "I'm not mad at
you. It's not like you can get pregnant or anything. I'm well, I'm, just
surprised your a homo- sexual. I guess I never wanted to believe it. I see
your room, all those pictures, but I tried to put it out of my mind. But
it's okay, really. You're old enough to make your own decisions."

     I looked away, "You're going to tell Dad. I know you. You tell him
everything. He's gonna hate me even-"

     "Tony!" she interrupted me. I had forgotten just how angry she gets
when I mention my father in a negative manner. "Your father loves you very
much. You have no right to talk about him with such disrespect."

     "I'm sorry," I replied looking down at my hands once more.

     "I will be telling him tonight. He has the right to know. Anyway, Jake
seems like a nice kid. I'm glad you're dating someone like him. He is good
looking."

     For a moment I smiled at her, then a thought crossed my mind. Are we
dating? Or was he just taking advantage of me. We came to my house, found
out our sexual preferences, and well, fucked around a little.  I already
cared about him so much. That night I prayed he would want to see me again.

The next morning...

     I woke up at 6:03 and began getting dressed for school. I had gotten a
shower, brushed my teeth and did everything else before going downstairs to
eat breakfast. I had actually forgotten what had happened yesterday until I
saw my father sitting at our kitchen table. He was dressed for work.

     "'Morning dad," I smiled grabbing two peices of toast.

     "Sit down."

     "What?"

     "You heard me," his voice rolled like thunder, "I said sit the fuck
down this instant!"

     I did leaving my toast behind. I sat acrossed from him barely being
able to look into his dark eyes. He looked so evil, so mean, so much like
he was about to shoot me.

     "Your mom told me some very disturbing news last night, Tony. She
caught you having sex with another guy from your school. Care to explain?"

     There was no place to run, "Yeah, that's true. I was doing that after
school with a guy friend. I'm sorry if that upsets you and-."

     "It certainly upsets your mom that you're a fag, and myself! That is
no way to be! It's wrong! Its also utterly discusting! Get your ass out of
my house right now. I have a little surprise for you when you get home from
school. Get out, now!" he screamed.

     I grabbed my things and ran like hell toward my car. A surprise? What
type of surprise? I had never been more scared in my life, nor did I ever
want to go to school more.

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