Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 07:30:48 +0000
From: Mike M <safplover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Revelation Series: Revelation 4

Usual disclaimers apply!

Hey!!  I'm back!  Sorry it took so long again, but with school and stuff,
it's hard to find time to write, so....  Thanks again to all of you who
e-mail me.  Also, there's a slight change in detail:  Spencer's mother
doesn't live with him and his father.  In the last chapter, it was implied
that Spencer had a mother in the end of the chapter, when Mike's dad just
got the phone call.  Anyway, I hope you like this chapter.  Please send any
comments, opinions, thoughts, criticisms, etc. to: safplover@hotmail.com. BE
HONEST!!  And here it is...


Spencer's Story


I still remember....

	The stentorian buzzing of the alarm clock pulled me from the realm of
dreams into the world of reality.  I pounded on the snooze button and I fell
asleep again.  The alarm went off again a few minutes later, and this time I
got up and turned the alarm off completely.  I wasn't as reluctant to get up
because today was going to be a fun day.  To day I turn 9 years old and my
dad was going to take me to the amusement park.  So I got up and took a
quick shower, put on my clothes and went down for breakfast.
	My dad was still asleep so I decided to cook breakfast: just scrambled eggs
and toast.  By the time I finished cooking dad came down still half asleep.
He was never a morning person.  He just sat there for a few minutes just
staring into space.
	"Mmm!  Smells good!" he finally said. "Why are you up so early and WOW, you
already took your shower?!"
	"Remember, dad?  You promised to take me to the amusement park today
because it's my birthday," I said, pouting in feigned sadness because he
forgot my birthday.  But I knew that he only didn't remember because he just
woke up and like I said before, he's not a morning person.
	"Oh, I'm so sorry, I totally forgot.  Come here, bud."  Then he hugged me
close to him and greeted me Happy Birthday.  My dad and I have become really
close since my mom left us when I was five.  He worked two jobs so he could
afford a comfortable home for us and so we could have enough to get by.  It
was only about three years ago that he saved enough money so we could move
out here where he could get a better job.
	"Spencer, could you get the newspaper please?"
	"OK," I replied willingly.  I was happy today.
	When I stepped out into the lawn to fetch the newspaper, I saw two guys
walking holding each other's hand.  'How weird,' I thought.  'I've never
seen two guys together like that before.'  Well, back then, I wasn't wise
enough yet to know what it meant, but I didn't think badly of it.  Then, the
rest of the morning went by and off we went to the amusement park.


	The warmth of the sun surrounded me comfortingly.  The sky shone with great
blue luster as the rays of the sun illuminated the birds above.  Streaks of
fine clouds lined the skies.  I've never seen such peaceful beauty in the
nine years that I have lived.  Then a light breeze blew gently against my
skin.  Ah, a good summer's day.
	The comforting zone of my reverie was shattered as my dad was calling for
me at the gate.  Apparently, I've been spacing out and I didn't notice that
dad already bought the tickets and was waiting for me at the entrance gates.
	"You kinda spaced out a bit there, buddy.  What were you thinking about?"
asked my dad.
	"Nothing.  Just really happy and excited!" I truthfully replied.
	"Good!  Then let's go have fun!"
	First we went on all of the roller coasters three times and then tried to
get to as many of the other rides as we could.  Then, we had lunch and went
to this mini zoo inside the park and watched some of the shows.  And all too
soon, we had to leave.  I was really sad, but at least I had so much fun.
	As we were walking to our car in the parking lot, we passed by two guys who
hugged each other and gave each other a quick kiss on the lips.  I didn't
really pay attention to them since I didn't really care.  However, my dad
started to suddenly change in mood.  I couldn't tell if he was tired, angry,
or something.  I didn't have to wait long.
	"Hey you fucking queers!  What the fuck do you think you're doin'?!  This
isn't the place to do your little gay shit!  You're infecting my son here
and everyone else.  You're fucking disgusting!" my dad suddenly yelled out
to the two guys.  I was shocked beyond belief!  I've never seen my dad so
anguished.  In fact, I was a bit scared.
	"You think talking like that in front of your son isn't infecting him?
What kind of a parent are you?" retorted one of the two guys.
	"What the fuck do you know about being a parent?  All you do is suck cock
and fuck other guys' ass," shot back my dad.  By now I was about to cry.  I
didn't like to see my dad get angry this way, and I was scared shitless at
this point.
	"Please sir, just leave NOW!" one of the security guards commanded my dad.
The verbal fight had caused so much commotion and people were gathered
around us.  I just wanted to get out of there.  We finally got out of there
after much imploration from the guards.
	In the car, I asked my dad warily, "Dad, are you OK now?"
	"Yes," was all he said.  But I decided to push it a little, because I
didn't believe that he was fine.
	"Why did you go all crazy out there?"
	No response.
	"Dad, please tell me.  I was really scared and I don't like seeing you that
way." He must have sensed the authenticity of my distress because he looked
at me for a moment and sighed, finally giving in.
	"Well, son, do you know what a homosexual is?"
	"No"
	"You know how boys like girls and girls like boys.  Well, some boys like
boys and some girls like girls.  Those people are homosexuals.  They are the
most disgusting people on this planet.  Homosexual men are better called
'fags', 'fairies', or whatever the fuck you want to call them, 'cause they
don't deserve a fancy name like 'homosexual'.  You should never have to do
anything with any of those fags.  Gay guys just want you to suck their dicks
and just want to fuck you.  I hate those disgusting mother fuckers!" By now
he was really talking to himself, but I listened nonetheless.
	"Why are they so bad?" I asked, not really understanding what he was
saying.
	"They just are!  And you have to learn to hate them!  They shame this
world!" He yelled, but not yelling at me.
	We got home and he barely talked through the whole evening.  A birthday
that began perfectly turned out to be the worst of my life.  I was really
sad.  However, I really loved and admired my dad, so I decided to listen to
what he said: I have to hate gay people.  That was the day everything
changed.
	I went to bed that night feeling different somehow.  It was like I was a
new person.  It seems impossible to feel those things when you're nine years
old, but I just felt that way.  My childhood innocence fled from me and now
is the beginning of reality.

*******************************

	Now, I sit here thinking that my best friend in the world turns out to be
gay.  He's not my best friend anymore.  I did learn to hate gay people and
I'm not going to make an exception with Mike.  He deserves the loss of our
friendship.  The scariest part about this was the thought of Mike being
interested in me.
	I didn't realize that I had been sitting on the bed for so long that it was
already dark outside.  My dad knocked on my door.
	"Hey, son.  How was your day?" he asked, genuine interest in his voice.
	"It was fine," I said, not really wanting to talk right at the moment.
	"Listen, is something bothering you?  You seemed down the past two day.
What's wrong?  You can talk to me," he told me comfortingly.
	So I told him. "Mike and I aren't best friends anymore."
	"Oh, why?"
	"Coz he's gay." And that was it.  He went to the phone and called Mike's
house.  I didn't listen to the conversation.

Back into Mike's house....

	"Is this true, Michael?! HUH?!" my dad yelled, red with fury.  My dad only
called me Michael when I was in deep shit.
	It was now or never and I decided that it was going to be now. "Y-y-yes," I
said barely above a whisper, my head down.
	"You piece of shit!  How could you do this to me?!"  He was coming towards
me, his face red as can be.
	"Dad, please," I pleaded, while starting to cry.  My mom was there about to
faint.  Then my dad grabbed my shirt and lifted me.
	"Don't call me dad, you're not my son!  You're a worthless piece of shit!"
Then he threw me to the wall and I hit my head against it.  He wasn't
finish.  He started towards me again.  He lifted me up and was about to hit
me, but my mom suddenly grabbed dad's arm.  My dad swung his arm, trying to
get free from mom's grip, and hit mom on the face and she fell on the floor.
  Dad managed to hit me once on the cheek.  Then on his second try, I ducked
my head and his fist hit the wall.  While he was screaming in pain, I
gathered all of the strength I had left and hit my dad on the face.  It must
have been a pretty good hit because he fell on the floor, but wasn't
unconscious.  I quickly ran outside and just started running to nowhere in
particular.
	The cold wind brushed against my tear-stained face.  I was freezing, for my
shirt was torn and the wind was hitting my flesh.  The winds howled louder
as I ran faster.  The world stood still for me, silence prevailing as I ran
amidst my anguish and distress.  The temperature dropped and I was growing
tired.  Then suddenly, a car cruised by and it would have hit me, had I not
jumped on the sidewalk right away.  I just let myself fall on the ground
crying, tired, sad, angry, and lonely.
	The car stopped and the driver stepped out.
	"Jeez, dude!  Are you alright?  Oh, shit!"  It turned out to be Chris.
"What happened man?!  Who did this to you?  Here, let me get you in the car.
  I'll take you to our house."  He carried me into the car, since I could
barely move from the fatigue, cold, and everything else.
	In the house, he gave me a set of his clothes to wear and made me take a
hot shower.  When I finished, a cup of hot chocolate was sitting on the
coffee table in the living room.
	"Here, drink this.  It'll make you feel better."
	"Thanks."
	We sat there in silence, me drinking my chocolate, him watching me.  After
about ten minutes, Chris got up and sat next to me.
	"So, do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
	"I don't know.  A part of me doesn't, but a part of me says that I have
to."
	"It's OK, we can talk about it when you're ready, cool?"
	"Yeah," I replied, secretly happy that he seemed to truly care.  So we sat
there in silence again while I finished my chocolate.
	"They found out," I said, startling Chris.
	"What?" he asked, confused since I spoke so suddenly.
	"My parents found out about me."
	"Oh, how?" he asked curiously and back into his concerned mode.
	"Well, Spencer told his dad because his dad asked him why he was so down
lately and then Spencer's dad called my dad just to tell him about me."
	"That stupid asshole!  What gave Spencer the right to just tell anyone!"
Chris' emotions were now stirred from within.
	"A-a-and then, my dad started to grab me and threw me to the wall and then
he hit me once, and my mom... Oh God, oh God..." I was now sobbing freely.
Chris hugged me to him and I cried on his chest.  All the while he was
soothing me, stroking my hair.
	I must have been crying for a long time, because I noticed that the clock
indicated that it was past midnight.  Chris was still stroking my hair.  I
lifted my head and looked at Chris.  I never noticed how hot he is until
now.  Before I thought he was hot, but now he seems hotter.  But now that
didn't seem important to me.
	"Tomorrow, that stupid-ass Spencer is gonna get from me," Chris suddenly
said, anger consuming his voice.
	"No, please.  I don't want any of you to get hurt.  Please don't do
anything that'll just cause more trouble," I pleaded.
	"OK, but if he does something like that again, I won't let anything stop
me."
	"Thanks."
	"You could stay here until you have to go home," Chris said in a soothing,
whispery voice.
	"Wouldn't your parents mind?" I asked, suddenly realizing that I haven't
seen any sign of his parents yet.
	"They'll be gone for two weeks.  They're on a honeymoon." He said while
rolling his eyes.  I smiled a bit.  He's so cute.
	"Are you feeling better now?"
	"Yeah, thanks," I said, a little embarrassed that I cried on him.  He must
have sensed my embarrassment.
	"Hey no need to be embarrassed.  Seems like you really needed that," he
assured me.
	"Thanks"
	"Anytime, bro!  You're going to sleep in my room, on the bed, and I won't
take no for an answer!" he dared.
	"Really, Chris, you've done enough already.  You don't have to give up your
bed for me.  I could even sleep on the kitchen floor, just as long as I'm in
away from my dad."
	"A,a,a!" he said swinging his index finger in the air. "Is that a 'no' I
hear?"
	"Seriously, Chris..."
	"I said I won't take no for an answer."
	I finally gave up. "Fine, you win."
	"Good!  Now off to bed we go!" he said in this funny voice.
	At the top of the stairs, I stopped Chris and said to him, "Chris, I really
want to thank you for everything you've done.  I wouldn't even know where
I'd be staying if you hadn't almost run me over and saw me.  For real,
Chris, thank you," I said while a tear rolled down my cheek.
	"Hey, no problem man," he said while he wiped the tear with his finger.  We
were just looking at each other while another tear escaped from the holes
through which I look.  Then he suddenly brought his face close to mine and
kissed the tear away on my cheek.  I was in shock!  Time ceased to advance
and the world stopped, in that moment in time, just waiting, waiting.  He
looked at me and brought his face back close to mine....

To be continued!


Again, sorry for the delay.  I guess I could say that I'll update at least
once a month.  But I might update more than that sometimes.  So, if you like
or don't like the story, tell me at:  safplover@hotmail.com  BE HONEST!!!!
I welcome all opinions, criticisms, thoughts, etc.  Take care, guys!

Later,
Mike