Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 17:03:09 EST
From: GreenMeccatoon@aol.com
Subject: mr. black sings a sad song chapter 2

This story is purely fictional. If you are not over the age of 18 or are
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Hi this is my story Mr. Black Sings A Sad Song. Please tell me what you
think. Email me Greenmeccatoon@aol.com.

I would like to thank George Z for editing this story.


Mr Black Sings A Sad Song
By: Green

Chapter 2

I was ready. I heard the footsteps coming. The tension intensified as he
got closer. "Brian!" He called. Oh did I remember the anger in that
voice. I looked away from the window as he walked into my room. Tim looked
ready to shit his pants. "Brian!"

I saw a flash of anger on his face when I didn't answer him. He walked
closer to me. "You know I will not call you a third time. I expect an
answer when I call you. Are we clear Brian?" He said as he grabbed my arm.

"Listen I don't need to do shit and you grab me like that again I will
punch you across the face. I don't give a shit who you are." I saw the
anger seep from him like lava from a volcano. Tim looked at me with fear.

"Young man you are a part of this family. I expect you to act as such."

"What? You expect me to act like an asshole. I don't owe this family
shit. I'm not here because I want to be and I ain't going to pretend just
for your sake," I yelled. that seemed to get him down right furious. He
turned around and walked out of the room.

"Oh my god," Said Tim. "I've never seen him that furious in my life. Not
even when I told him I was quitting football."

One thing I hated was being touched. I had gone through a lot when I lived
on the street. It was the one thing that brought me over the edge. If that
old fart wanted a fight I was ready to give it to him.

We made our way downstairs. My parents were getting ready to go to
church. My grandfather was yelling at my mother. Kim and Kelly were having
a conversation with my grandmother. Dad looked at me. "Brian!" yelled my
grandmother. "Oh Brian." She said as she made her way towards me. She
hugged me. I let her do it but I wasn't really ready to reciprocate. "Oh my
have you grown. And that hair it looks good on you," She said to my
surprise.

"You like My hair?" I asked.

"Yeah it's you."

"But Grandpa," I started to say but she cut me off.

"Don't worry about him. He can't expect you all to be him. Besides how
would I tell you guys apart. You are almost Tim's copy. Oh dear but you are
going to need to change that shirt. We are going to church honey."

I changed into a nice white shirt I found In the closet. "That looks nice
on you," said Lisa. "Mom asked me to tell you to grab one of the jackets
she got you." I looked in the closet and picked out a black jacket.

"I cant believe everyone still goes to church."

"Well at this point it's just a matter of habit. Mom and Dad want to
present you at our new church."

"What? "

"Hey we all had to do it."

"Yeah but that is where you and me differ. Come on let's get tortured."

The church was one of those fancy new age looking churches with the huge
windows.  It was huge. There was a bunch of people outside greeting each
other as we pulled up.

"Here goes nothing," I said to Tim as we got out of his car.

Grandpa was still fuming. Grandma just smiled at me. I couldn't believe how
nice she was being to me. I made a mental note to ask her why later. I
heard Grandpa make a comment about my hair. I gave him a nasty look that
made him back off a little. I knew he just didn't want to make a scene at
church. I was going to get it later.

Mom and dad introduced me to an endless amount of people. Everyone of them
was a copy of our family minus me off course. My grandfather forced a smile
as they greeted me. I could really care less who these people where. I knew
I wouldn't remember them anyways.

"Hello pastor Shaw,"said my mother.

"Mrs Black. How are you. I heard you've had good news."

"Oh yes. I would like you to meet my son, Brian."

God was going to strike me because I was totally checking out this guy. He
was hot. "Hi, and the prodigal son returns," he said as he extended his
hand to me. "Call me Dave." I shook his hand and smiled politely. "I hear
that you have a set of pipes on you."

When I was younger I used to sing in the choir at my old church. Every time
I sang I felt like I was free. When I was on the street I used to sing for
my friends. Especially Brady. He loved my singing.

"Why don't you sing for us today In church?" He asked I suddenly felt
uncomfortable.

"I don't think he's ready for that just yet," said my father to my
relief. "Hello Pastor Shaw."

"Mr. Black how are you? I see the in laws are here to share with us."

"Yes. We are having lunch together after the service. Why don't you join
us?"

"Oh I would love that but I have to tend to the teen choir today we have
auditions. I would like it if your son Would join us someday."

"Maybe another time I haven't sung in a long time," I said. He seemed
satisfied. I really wasn't about to sing to a hundred people I did not
know.

The service wasn't as boring as I thought it was going to be. Pastor Shaw
spoke effortlessly to the congregation. Everybody listened to him
attentively. "He's kinda hot isn't he?" asked Lisa as we left the church.

"Uh huh. Isn't it a sin to like the pastor like that."

"Wait till you see his son. Oh there he is." She motioned for him to come
closer. "He is your new tutor."

The words tall, dark, and handsome came to mind. It was like the younger
hotter version of pastor shaw. I was transfixed as he got closer to us. "Hi
Lisa," He said as he approached us.

"Hi Tyler. This is my brother Brian."

"Hi," I said.

He smiled and extended his hand towards me. "Hi Brian. I hope you liked the
sermon." I nodded. "We have choir auditions today. My father wants us ready
for Christmas."

"Oh are you still coming by tonight?" Lisa asked him.

"Yeah I should be by around five. Your father says there is quite a lot of
work to cover and we only have a month," He said to me.

"My father wants me to be a sophomore when school starts again after the
break. I don't know how he expects to pull that off."

"Don't worry we'll get you in as a sophomore. We just need to work hard at
it."

"Brian? Lisa? We're leaving," Yelled my mother.

"Hey we have to go but I will see you tonight."

Lunch was an ordeal. We all sat around the table as my mother and
grandmother placed plates of food before us. My grandfather was still
glaring at me. He looked like he was having a heart attack. I could only
hope.

"Here honey," said my mother as she placed a giant plate of food before
me. I looked at the food. I was hungry but the food looked scary. I think I
ate better when I was out on the street. Tim had the same look on his
face. "I'm going to take you out tomorrow to get some things. I need to get
you a cell phone."

"What he needs Is a hair cut," Grandpa added. He was never really a subtle
man. I glared at him and I gripped my butter knife.

"James leave the boy alone," said my grandmother. "What he needs is our
support now."

"What he needs is a good old fashioned beating," he muttered.

"You touch me and I will take this knife and stab you with it!" I yelled
back.

"Brian!" Yelled my father.

I learned one thing in the last couple of years. Never back away from a
fight. I had been in numerous fights and I never backed away from one. You
had a reputation to keep on the streets. It was the way you survived.

"Listen to me you little shit. I knew you would never amount to much. I saw
it in you when nobody else saw it. I'll be damned if I have one of you
disgusting," He got out before I cut him off.

"What? Disgusting what. You mean faggot right. You know what? I don't have
to answer to you or any of you. I answer to me and just me. I'm not here
because I want to be. I'm here because it's either this or juvenile
hall. Right now though I think that's a better choice."

He Grabbed my arm. "If you even talk to me that way again I will beat the
faggot out of you boy." I punched him across The face.

"I told you not to touch me!" I yelled.

I walked away from the table and threw the knife back. I ran up to the
attic and headed up to the roof. When I got there I totally broke down. Why
was living with his family an uphill struggle. Kelly came up and sat next
to me. "I don't like him either." I kissed her head as I cried.

"Brian I don't want you to leave."

"I won't Kelly. I promise." I didn't know if I could keep that promise.

"We are putting up the Christmas tree tonight. And I want you there."

We were there for a few minutes when I heard yelling coming from the
front. "Don't you ever threaten my son. If I ever see you get near him
again I will kill you!" It was my father.  I walked over to the
railing. "Get out of my house!" My father was yelling at my grandfather.


"Your son is a faggot. You can't let that boy run around like that."

"Get the fuck out," This time it was my mother who yelled. I covered
Kelly's ears. "I don't want you to come around here any more dad!" She
yelled at grandpa.

"Come on," I said to Kelly. We walked back downstairs. My mother met me
halfway down. She had tears in her eyes.

"Brian can I speak with you please?" I nodded. She led me back upstairs. My
father came into the room as we sat on my bed. He locked the door. I was
expecting the worst. I saw shadows at the bottom of the bathroom door. I
knew my siblings where there.

"Brian I know right now things are confusing. I know that you don't want to
be here, but that doesn't mean we don't want you here," said my
father. "Your mother and I, well we've learned some things. Especially from
your two older siblings that we should have learned a long time ago." He
sat next to me. "We looked at ourselves and realized that it was our
fault. We never really encouraged or treated you the same. We knew you were
different and I guess we didn't know how to deal with that. We are ready
now. We want you to be here. We want you to be our son. We  know you are a
different person now than what you where back then, but we are ready for
that," said my mother.

What where they expecting a parent of the year award after their little
speech. I stood from the bed and walked over to the window. I wasn't ready
for that. I wanted to run so bad. To go back to Brady. He was so far from
me right now. He was where I wanted to be.

"Your mother is right we are here for you," said my father as he held my
shoulder.

"We just want you to be our son and we don't expect anything more."

Maybe they were trying, but was I ready to give up just yet? No I was
not. I don't melt that easily they had to prove it to me. I smiled at them
and gave my father a hug. My mother joined in after. "You guys can come in
now," I yelled. Tim, Lisa, Kim and Kelly came bursting in from the
bathroom.

"Can I talk to you?" Tim asked my parents.

"Come on let's go finish eating," I said to Kim and Kelly. Lisa followed.

"Oh you should have seen it. Dad was so pissed. I thought he was going to
really kill Grandpa," said Lisa as we reached the dining room. "I'm so glad
you are here. I believe you are the first to stand up to him."

"Well he deserved it. I told you I was ready for him and if he wanted to
mess with me he had another thing coming."

I was surprised to see that my grand mother was still there. She smiled at
us as we sat around the table. "Well children that was rough," She said.

"I'm sorry," I said shyly.

She smiled and handed me a plate. "Don't you worry. Grandpa just needs to
realize that this family is not his personal army. I lived through thirty
six years of that I'm not under his control anymore."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We divorced last year Brian. I couldn't be happier." I smiled and sat next
to her.

"Now boy I expect you to fill me in on what's hip. I want to find myself a
new man," I almost choked with laughter. Lisa and My grandmother joined
also laughed.

We ate in silence as we waited for my parents to finish. "How long do you
think it's going to take?" Asked Kim.

"I don't know." I answered as she played with her mashed potatoes.

The door bell rang. "That must be Tyler." Said Lisa as she stood up to get
the door bell. I came up behind her.  "Hi Tyler," she said as she opened
the door.

"Hey Lisa," he said. "Hello Brian, I'm actually here to apologize. I can't
stay tonight. It's just that my dad needs help. I'm sorry."

"It's Okay Tyler," I said.

"Hey why don't you come with me? I'll have you back before late."

"Uh I don't know my parent's."

"He'll go," said Lisa. "I'll tell mom and dad see ya," She said pushing me
out the door.

We drove back to the church. He seemed nervous about something. He kept
looking at me and then away. "Are you okay?" I asked. He looked away
uncomfortably.

"Yeah I'm just stressing over the choir. We don't have a good lead yet and
all those that audition are good but not enough to carry the choir."

"And you were hoping I'd audition."

"Uh no, I mean yes but only if you want to I'm not going to force you."

I was really hesitant to do it but it meant that I could spend more time
with him. "I'll do it Tyler."

"Really? Thanks Brian I really appreciate that."

He showed me three songs I chose Adeste Fideles. "That's a beautiful
song. Are you sure you can sing that?" He asked as I stepped up to the
stage. Pastor Shaw came and stood next to him. I began to sing.

"O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to
Bethlehem."

"Ive heard enough, You are my new lead," Said Pastor Shaw. "That was
beautifully sung."

"But I only sang the first verse."

"I don't need to hear any more. You are the best that's come here all
day. Right Tyler?" Tyler nodded and he smiled. "Don't worry about it you
will be great."

"Come on let's try these other song," Said Tyler. I sang the rest of the
songs. Pastor shaw chose which ones he would let me sing alone. Christmas
mass was three weeks away. I was going to open the show with Adeste Fideles
then I would sing Little drummer boy. My last song Was the carol of the
bells I was going to sing with the Female Lead and the rest of the Choir
would back us off.

"I'm so glad you joined us. I don't know what I would have done if it
wasn't for you," Said Connor. "Here I was supposed to tutor you and you end
up saving our asses."

"It's OK I just feel like a hypocrite."

"Why?"

"Well I'm not what you would call an avid Church fan."

"Neither am I. I respect that my father is a pastor and I support him. I
know that he believes In his religion, but he respects me and my choices."

"Well I think I fall under a separate category than you do."

He seemed to ponder that for a moment and the realizing what I meant he
looked at me. I wasn't going to Lie to anyone. If they had a problem they
could just keep it to themselves.

"You're gay?"

"Yes Tyler. I am gay. If you have a problem let me know and I can get a new
tutor."

"Brian why would I have a problem?" he said as he showed me his pride color
bracelet. "I just wouldn't spread that too far here. It could be
dangerous."

"Wow does your father know?"

"No I haven't been able to tell him. I don't want to be a disappointment to
him."

"I don't like hiding the fact that I'm gay," I said.

"Being the pastor's son it's hard not too."

"I can understand that."

"Come on I'll take you home," Tyler said as he handed me copies of the
music I was going to sing.

It was dark out when I got home. I walked inside my grandma was watching
cartoons with Kim and Kelly. My father was  making dinner and my mom was
bringing cardboard boxes that I assumed where the Christmas
decorations. "Hi Brian," said Lisa as she came own the stairs. "Go get
ready we have a certain someone to meet tonight."

"What?"

"We are going to meet Tim's boyfriend."

"Really?"

"Yeah He's going to introduce him to mom and dad then we are going out with
him and Tim."

I took a shower and picked out a pair of jeans and a nice shirt."That looks
good on you. If I didn't know better I would have thought that you were
trying to seduce my boyfriend."

"Thanks."

He walked over to the window. "You have such a great view. I can't believe
they gave you this room."

"Hey I think I deserve this."

"Hey it's snowing." I walked over to the window. "The lake looks awesome
when it snows."

I watched as the flurries fell. It reminded me of Brady. "Brady used to
love the snow. He always made snowmen for us." I missed him now more than
ever. Tears welled up in my eyes as I noticed a car pull up. "Your
Boyfriend is here."

"Hey whenever you want to talk I'm here. I'm going down. I'll see ya in a
bit."

I was still thinking of Brady. I met him when the man that kidnapped me
left me on the street. I was far away from home In a strange new
world. Brady took me under his wing until I had learned to survive. He was
everything to me. I cared so much for him that I never called my
parents. Even though I could have.

"Brian!" Yelled Lisa. I walked down from the attic  My parents were Giving
Connor the third degree as I made it down. Lisa was grinning. Kelly and Kim
were still transfixed on the TV they were watching some cartoon about a
yellow sponge I haven't seen before.

"Connor? This is Brian,"said Tim I extended my hand to Connor he blushed.

"I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to stare at you," Said Connor
I laughed.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. I just didn't know you," I said as
Grandma walked out and introduced herself. He seemed extremely nervous. I
pulled Tim aside. "He seems really nice."

"I know I'm so happy. Let's eat. Mom actually let dad cook. This should be
interesting to say the least."

For the second time that day we sat at that table as a family. Yet this
time it really felt like one. There was no bad feelings or intentions. I
was warming up to this family. My parent's were certainly trying. I found a
new ally in my grandmother. Soon I would tell them my story. I would tell
them about Brady.

"So Connor I hear that you play Soccer for the school," asked my
father. Tim just shook his head. Maybe they were being too normal.

"Yeah I'm the goalie," He answered. I'm sure he was wondering what strange
world we were from.

"Mom, Dad enough with the third degree," said Tim.

"Hey I'm just making conversation," replied my father as he winked to my
mom.

"Hey I have good news," I said hoping they would take it well.

"What's that honey?" asked my mother.

"I'm going to sing with the church choir for Christmas mass."

"Oh dear that's great," Said my grandmother. She stood up and gave me a
hug.

"That's is good  news," said my mother. "Do you know what songs you are
going to sing?"

I filled them in on the details. My mother offered to get me a vocal
coach. My father Called up Pastor Shaw asking him if there was something he
could do. After dinner my mother insisted we help set up the Christmas
three. I found a glass bulb that had my name etched onto it. "I gave you
that when you were seven," Said Grandma as she helped my father hang the
lights.

"I remember it. I thought mom had lost it."

"No I just put it away because it was so special and I didn't want you to
break it. Mom gave me one just like it when I was a little girl," Said my
mother as she brought out another box of ornaments.

"Wow this tree is going to look so good!" Screamed Kelly.

When we were done It looked awesome. My father topped the tree with a big
white star that was adorned with lights. It looked really good. Most of the
ornaments where white as where the lights.

"Are you ready to go?" asked Lisa.

"Where are we going?" I asked back.

"We are going to a small club I know. It's Karaoke night," I felt like I
was going to be ambushed. "It's in the city."

"The City?" I asked. I already had a plan formulating In my mind. Brady was
in the city. I had to go see him.

"Yeah you are up for that Right?" Asked  Tim. I nodded. "Okay let's go."

Tim opted to drive again. This time around I sat in the back. Lisa joined
me after insisting that Connor should sit in the front. I watched as we
approached the city. Brady was In the north of the city. It looked like we
were heading in that direction. I needed to see him but I didn't want to
ask.

"Where does this boyfriend of yours Reside?" asked Tim.

"Why?"

"Because we are taking you to see him," He said but I couldn't believe it.
"Let me know how to get you there and we'll leave you guys alone for a
little while then I'll come back for you."

"Yeah We figured you needed him right now," added Lisa. "After then maybe
we could meet him."

I gave Tim directions to Where I knew he would be on a Sunday night. He was
there on the corner with some other kids. I smiled. I got to see him again.
Brady was so close. As I approached I saw something that broke me. He
grabbed another boy and kissed him...

A small tear fell from my eye.