Date: Sun, 1 May 2005 16:50:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Matthew <jvrow3r@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pointless Abuse (Highschool)

WARNING: This story involves homosexual, and homoerotic,
situations. Although this story does not focus on sex as the
main theme, if you are offended by this material, or it is
illegal to view such material in your area, do not continue.
This is a Fictional story about two characters.  Although
some of this may relate to two real people it is not all
true. Thank you.

Any comments about the story, or how you may want the story
to go, feel free to send comments to jvrow3r@yahoo.com.
Thanks you and enjoy!


                       Pointless Abuse


     "Why won't you do anything about it?  He treats you
like crap and you sit there and take it, I don't understand
why you don't go to the police! This time he has gone too
far!" I stared at Chris's eyes as he was tearing up.  His
dad went to far this time.  Bleeding from his right eye and
the mouth, he stood against my wall by the front door dazed.
He looked like he was about to pass out or something.
     Chris was 5'10 with a nice swimmers body.  He has been
swimming sense 7th grade and he also rows.  He has blue eyes
and hair any guy would want.  It was short and feathered in
the front. Chris was the lucky one; he was blessed with
really good looks.  Every guy was jealous of them, including
me.  I am not saying that I'm ugly or anything, just
compared to him I was average.  That's usually how I looked
at myself, an average looking guy. I was 6' tall and have a
really good upper build. I also had a six pack, but that is
to be expected because when you row, that's what you get. I
had short brown hair that always fell in place and I also
had icy blue eyes.  I also had a scar on the left side of my
face from a dog bite when I was 6.
    Chris did not live too far away from me, actually only
Two blocks away. We had known each other from rowing and
such and that is how we became friends. One night though, he
came home late.  He went through his backdoor hoping his
father would have already gone to bed. But his luck wasn't
the best.  He saw his dad sleeping on the couch. Obviously
he had fallen asleep watching television. When Chris had
shut the door though, he woke up from his slumber with a
look of hatred.

    "Where the hell have you been?" Chris's dad shouted.

     "The movie ran late and I just now got back!" Chris
shouted back

    "Don't you dare get mouthy with me boy." Chris's dad
was now only 2 feet away, enough for Chris to smell the
whiskey that his father had been drinking.

     "Back off!" Chris yelled.

     That is when his dad got so furious he punched him in
the eye.  The punch had taken Chris to the ground. With that
done his father said "If you ever come back after curfew
again it will be worse!" and then he stormed off and slammed
his bedroom door behind him.

     Afraid from what just happened; Chris got up and left
his house.  That is when he I heard a knock at my door.  I
was confused on who it might be as everyone that lived in my
house was sleeping.  It being so late and not wanting to
wake my parents up, I ran to the front door and opened it.
That is when I saw Chris standing there.  There was no
light, so I didn't know what was wrong right away.

     "Dave, I need a place to stay, my dad. He..." Chris
said in a trembling voice.

    Right away I told him to come in.  I told him to sit
down in the living room and make himself comfortable.

     "Can I get you anything?" I asked.

    "Could you get me a glass of water, maybe some ice if
you have any?"

     "Yeah, give me a second and ill be right back."  I went
into my kitchen and put some ice in a plastic bag and got a
dish towel to put around it and then got some water and
headed towards the living room.  He was sitting on the love
seat holding his eye as if I didn't see it already. I didn't
want to pry it out of him of what happened.  I would have
just rather had him say it.  I knew his dad had hit him; I
just wanted to know why. I handed him the ice and the water.

     "Thanks, sorry for waking you up."

     "No I wasn't sleeping, I was just watching some TV and
you surprised me when you knocked.  You can stay here for
the night."

     "Thanks again."

     I was sitting pretty close to him.  No more then a foot
or so.  He turned and looked at me.  Then he shot a smile
towards me.

     "What was that for?" I asked confused.

     "Just the way you look, all concerned over me and such.
No one has ever jumped to the opportunity in helping me as
fast as you did.  It assures me that not only do you look
good but you have a personality to.

     Now I had known Chris for a while now, but I never
thought that he was gay or bi.  I was still a little
confused; I think he knew that from the way my eyes looked.
With out any other words he leaned in and kissed me on the
lips.  It was a gentle soft kiss, no tongue or anything.
But right as the lips touched mine I was in heaven.  I
enjoyed every second of it. Not wanting it to end, I put my
hand on the back of his head and leaned in on him.  I was
basically lying on top of him making out for about 5
minutes.  Sadly it had to end.  When we stopped he was
yawning from exhaustion of what happened previously before
hand.  I was not prepared to have someone over for the night
so I asked if he wouldn't mind sharing my bed.  Without
hesitation he agreed.

     After entering my room I shut my door and locked it.
Not only would I be sharing my bed with someone and didn't
want my parents to know, I also had not told them someone
was staying over. So I would not only be in trouble, but
embarrassed at the fact I was in bed with another guy.  I
made my bed up to where it would be comfortable.  That is
when we striped down to nothing but our boxer briefs and
slid into bed and fell asleep.  That is how Chris and I
started our "romantic" relationship.

     "Here, let's get you some dry clothes.  You look like
your going to freeze to death." I said to Chris as I grabbed
his hand and pulled him to my room.  I searched my closet
for some clothes that would fit him, or at least be
comfortable in. "Here put these on, ill go get a wash cloth
for the blood.  I couldn't help but be worried.  It looked
like he was in major pain though. Getting the wash cloth
from the bathroom I returned to my room and shut the door.
Chris was lying on the bed holding the side of his face.
"Clean off your face." I said as I tossed him the wash
cloth.

    "Dave. I don't feel so hot right now.  Ill be out by
the morning I just need to rest."

    "I am not worried about you leaving in the morning; I
am more worried about you getting into some dry clothes so
you don't get sick on top of your beauty marks."  That made
him smile.  What I wanted to get out of him, I hated it when
he didn't smile at all.

     "Hah, thanks."

     He changed into the gym shorts and the regatta t-shirt
we had gotten not to long ago at mid west.  I had turned on
my TV and put a movie in, one of our favorite ones we like
to watch. I knew he would fall asleep to it.

     "You know why he did this to me?"

     "Because your dad is a complete asshole and I hope
somebody kills him."

     "Well there is that, but he saw us today."

     "What you mean he `saw' us today?"

     "Well, I was lying in bed watching TV trying to fall
asleep when I heard him come home.  He slammed the front
door shut and I heard him stampeding in towards my room.
That is when the door flew open and he marched right up to
the side of my bed and that is when he hit me the first time
in the eye.  He said `you fucking little faggot! I saw you
with that kid your always with, I fucking saw you to holding
hands walking down the street earlier when I was leaving the
house for my lunch break. To top it off you fucking kissed
him!  No son of mine is going to be a fucking fruitcake!'
That is when he hit me the second time in the mouth. The he
pulled me up by the collar of my shirt and banged my head
off the wall.  The last thing I heard before going into daze
was `if I ever catch you around that kid again, I will kill
you!' That is when he left the room and I lay in my bed
gathering my thoughts.  I can't go back home, I just can't
let him stop me from seeing you!  I love you to much for
that!"

     That's when he started to sob and close his eyes. I
couldn't help but start to tear up to.  I held him and told
him "I love you to" and just lied next to him until he
drifted off into a slumber.  I put the covers over him and
took his clothes and the wash cloth and put them in the
laundry. That is when I returned to my bed after locking my
door shut and put my arm around Chris and watched the movie
until I fell asleep.

     I woke up early the next morning.  Chris was still
sound asleep.  I couldn't help but stare at his face as we
lied next to each other.  I really did love him.  No one I
have ever gone out with had made me feel the same way as I
do for Chris.  I slowly got out of bed, trying not to
disturb his sleep.  I got some clothes together and headed
towards the bathroom to take a shower.

Chris's point of view:

     I awoke lying in Dave's bed.  Surprisingly I got a good
nights rest considering what happened the night before.  I
was starving as I haven't eaten sense yesterday around lunch
time.  I decided I could wait until Dave got out of the
shower to suggest us going out for breakfast.  I turned the
TV on to find something to watch as I waited for him.  Dave
walked in about 10 minutes later.

     "Good you see that you're up.

     "Yeah, I slept pretty good last night.  Want to go out
and get some breakfast?"

     "Where do you want to go?"

     "I don't know, we can walk to my house and I can get my
car and then we can drive around and see."

     "What if your dad is there?"

     "He shouldn't be there, he works till about 8."

     "Alright, maybe you should clean up a little bit; you
have some dry blood on your face.  Shower is free if you
want.  I can get you some clothes to wear for the day."

    "Yeah, I guess that would be a good idea.  I'll head
in."

     Shutting the door behind me I looked at myself in the
mirror.  My face looked worse then I thought it did.  My eye
was all swelled up and my lip look pretty bad.  I turned the
shower on and started taking my clothes off. That's when
Dave walked in. I couldn't help but laugh as I was only in
my boxer briefs.

     "Yeah, here is a clean towel and some clothes for ya."
He said trying not to laugh himself while leaving.  After
that encounter I jumped into the shower.  At first the hot
water against my face hurt, but then it started to feel
good.  After about 15 minutes I got out and got dressed.

    "You ready?" I said to Dave as I was putting my shoes
on.
     "Yeah, let me get some money and let's go."

     After he got some money we headed towards the door.
That's when I hugged him and said "Thanks for everything you
have done, one day ill repay you the favor" and then I
kissed him.  He just smiled back at me and we left.  I
couldn't really show my gratitude the way I wanted to. I
just knew that I loved him and I just hope he knew so. In
public we tried not to display that we were together
"romantically" for the reason that we were afraid how people
would react.  School starting in 3 days, it was going to
suck as we wouldn't be able to show affection until later in
the day when were alone together.  I was going to be a
senior this year, and he was only going to be a sophomore.
Sad thing is, he looked like more of a senior then I did.

     We started walking towards my house.  Wasn't that long
of a walk as Dave has a corner house and we only need to
walk down two blocks to get to mine.  On the way there we
were just goofing around.

    "So were going to the party tonight right?" I asked.

     "Do you want to? I mean are you really up to answering
questions about your beauty marks?" he said jokingly.

    "Hah, I don't care ill say I got jumped or something.
Or ill say you did it." I said punching him in the arm
slightly.

     "Oh yes, that will get you even more questions then
getting jumped." He said pushing me

    "Hah, well it should be fun, only going to be for the
rowers, end of summer crew you know?"

     "Yeah I guess."

     We arrived at my house right at the end of the
conversation. "It looks like he isn't here, but just incase
wait here ill go get my keys." I raced to the front door and
got the house key from under the welcome mat.  Putting the
key in the door and made sure the coast was clear.  Grabbed
my keys and ran out the door making sure it was locked.

     "He wasn't there was he?"

     "No, luckily he is at work right now."

    We got into the car and took off towards Biddle (main
street of the town) to scan for some restaurants or even a
MacDonald's as it was still early to make it in time for
breakfast.

     "Fast food or walk in restaurant?" I asked.

      "Let's go with fast food, I want something to eat
right now."

     I had no arguments with that, as I was still starving.
We pulled into the parking lot and walked in. After ordering
some pancakes and such we sat down at a talking.

     "So what are you going to do about your father? I mean
do you need to stay at my place until things get better.
You know I don't mind you staying one bit."

     "Thanks, I may need to stay at your place. Ok if we
stop back at my place so I can get a few things?"

     "Sure no problem, just so you know you can always come
to my place."

     That said we finished eating and took off.  After we
stopped at my place I once again made sure my father wasn't
home.  I got some clothes and my cell phone, along with my
necklace and left again.  Ending up back at Dave's house, we
started getting ready for tonight.  Answering some phone
calls of people seeing if we were going or not we got
dressed and chilled out and watched a movie.