Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 04:15:05 -0500 (EST)
From: daredevillain862@aim.com
Subject: Rory-9

"Rory, wake up."

I stirred as I felt my arm, which was holding my head up, being nudged.

"What...?" I said groggily.

"He's coming around, you might wanna get your assignment out," said
Betty. She sat next to me in my English class.

"That's what you woke me up for?" I hissed.

"I'm just trying to help, sOOOrry," she threw back.

"I didn't ask for your help Betty."

"Yeah well sometimes it's nice to try & help other people do better, seeing
as you're...not exactly an A student," she said, the edges of her Catholic
smile curving up.

"And sometimes it feels nice to be left alone. Which I'm sure that
microscopic cobwebbed thing you call a cunt knows all about," I said with a
delicious smile. Her eyes nearly blew out of her head at just the audible
experience of hearing such Satanic tongue.

"Oops," I put a hand over my mouth, "how rude."

The teacher came just then to collect our papers, & as I handed him mine, I
gave Betty my last few words.

"Do yourself a favor Betty. Listen to Billy Joel & uh, loosen up a bit," I
gave her a pat on the back & left before she could throw up that fake
shield she calls 'faith'.

*****

"Who's THIS clown?" I took my sunglasses off as I walked up to Trent, who
was only one of dozens of people standing around a man who standing on a
box in the center of town. He had a megaphone & was yelling at us as if we
were deaf. Pretty soon, we all probably would be.

"I dunno. School got out & I saw there were a lot of people around this
guy. I think he's preaching about god," Trent laughed at the man's failing
cause.

"God huh? I've had my share of stupidity for the day."

"I dunno Rory, I think this may be the real deal. I almost wanna suck his
rosemary beads here in front of everyone."

I smiled.

"...a simple choice of who you have sex with. You CHOOSE who you sleep with
& therefore, one is not given the unfortunate lifestyle of homosexuality by
God. We are not animals, we have the ability to freely think for
ourselves. Should one choose the path of homosexuality, then he chooses to
lie with another man, a rule that I, as a follower of my Lord, cannot
fathom the righteousness of, " the man went on.

"Is this really ALL they ever talk about?" I said.

"No. Before you got here, he talked about forgiveness," Trent said to me
with a straight face. Bad grins crept their ways onto our faces at the
silly idea of letting someone get away with something. In MY bible,
forgiveness wasn't even in the index.

I glanced around the crowd & saw some people from school that I
recognized. I saw Betty maybe 20 feet away watching the newest rendition of
christ & nodding her head. But she wasn't the only person I recognized. I
saw Caleb & Jacob standing nearby ready with two large signs that I
couldn't make out from here. I rolled my eyes, only imagining what the two
little faggots were POSSIBLY up to.

Nearby, I saw a policewoman standing with her arms crossed, her eyes
showing the omission of rest & clear obsession with Letterman as she begged
her own god for some delinquent to charge the guy just so she could stay
awake & actually do something.

"...is a cause for alarm! The filth we know as the government is slowly
allowing these homosexuals to mingle with those of us who know it is right
to stay true to the morals of which this country was founded upon BEFORE it
became this sick perverted empire full of corruption...." At least he had
decent public speaking skills.

"You wanna go up & sin in front of everyone?" I suggested, seeing what he
would say to the ever-popular gays-kissing-each-other scene.

"Nah. I'm not into that," he replied.

Just then, Caleb & Jacob made their way through the crowd with their signs
& summoned themselves in front of the man. That's when they started to
raise their voices.

"Who do you think you are? You don't have the right to tell us how we
should 'conduct our lives' ya know! We don't choose to be gay, so quit
being fucking ignorant & read a book, learn that there's nothing wrong with
us!" Caleb yelled at the man.

It was interesting to see Caleb getting feisty about something. He was
always such a smiley little fruit who never seemed to get upset or mad, so
it was entertaining to see him like this. I watched as he & the preacher
man clashed words over which of their gos was right & which was wrong. I
could see Caleb's neck muscles binding tightly as they protruded from his
skin like roots under the ground. His black bangs swung wildly as his body
shook in passionate advocacy for whatever he was saying. His eyes focused
in on the guy, forcing him to listen to him, keeping his attention as
though if his eyes were to look away for a split second, Caleb would jump
on him. This was the kind of shit you see on Youtube, not a couple blocks
down from your school.

Caleb had his body turned, addressing the crowd about something. When his
eyes suddenly fell on me, he hesitated, but only for an instant.

"Rory! C'mere!" he called to me.

FUCK THAT!

"No Caleb!"

"But Rory..."

"Shut the fuck up," Trent snapped at him. Caleb looked hurt by the sudden
remark.

"How about you do something productive for once Trent & actually help a
cause that affects even assholes like you," Jacob stepped in.

"How about I smash your face into the fucking GROUND you little shit?!"
Trent flared up & started to move forward but I put a hand on his chest,
reminding him of the nearby officer.

"Hey Rory," Betty said out of nowhere, "why don't you & your boyfriend get
out of here before you cause any more trouble than you already do."

I shot daggers at her, driven to an instant rage that she would call me out
in front of this crowd just as Caleb had. But I didn't have a chance to say
anything back.

By this time, everybody was yelling at everyone. The officer's eyes were
wide open, desperate to catch even the slightest sign of illegal
moves. She'd piss her pants if someone just LITTERED at this point. I
looked back to the preacher & saw him trying to calm everybody down over
his megaphone, but to no avail. I wondered if he was blaming himself for
all of this. I knew I was.

"I'm out of here," I barked to Trent, who was inches from pounding the crap
out of a man in his mid-thirties.

"Same."

We started walking away from the riled up crowd. I heard Caleb calling my
name.

"Rory, wait! Rory!"

I ignored the annoying little fucker & made my way down the street with
Trent. I looked back to see Caleb staring at me, clearly disappointed that
I refused to stick around. Nearby, I saw the policewoman hauling away a
young man with cuffs on his wrists. Apparently he had attacked the
preacher, who was standing with his sleeve to his nose, blood staining his
shirt.

At least she got HER prayers answered for the day.

**********

"Hello?" Ray said into the phone.

I debated turning up the volume on the tv to drown out his voice, but I
decided that that would do nothing but earn me a good slap to the face for
being rude.

"Who?...Hold on a sec," he said, walking over & handing me the phone.

"Make it quick, I'm expecting a call," he growled at me.

I took the phone from him & he left me alone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Rory," Caleb's voice came through the receiver.

"Caleb, I'm kinda busy right now," I said as I went through the channels,
looking for something to watch.

"Look, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier."

"Sorry for what?"

"About trying to pull you into that whole thing with the guy who was
preaching stuff."

I sighed.

"Look, Caleb, don't worry about it ok? It's just...I don't like doing stuff
like that. I have an incredibly LOW interest in kissing someone to prove a
point."

"I guess I thought it would've proven a point if you & Trent kissed in
front of him."

"I'm not a circus act. I don't play puppet for people who try to tell me
that being brainwashed is ok."

"Brainwashed?"

"Yeah."

"What do you mean?"

"To say I'm not very religious would be...quite the understatement. God is
something I gave up on a long time ago."

"Oh." Pause. "But not every person who's Christian is like that guy. I
mean, I go to church a lot & I'm not like him at all."

"It's ALL bullshit to me," I said flatly while scratching my chin.

"Religion isn't THAT bad Rory. It gives a lot of people peace of mind for
things that might be uncertain of, or if they're in a bad situation. I
don't see what's bad about that."

I leaned back on the couch.

"Well, for the sake of the fact that I'm short on time right now, I'll
leave out all the fucking fighting throughout history that this supposed
'god' is at fault. That in mind, god never exactly let his eyes swing over
to me while I was growing up. I prayed when I was younger. You know what I
prayed for? I prayed for my uncle to stop beating me within inches of my
life, I prayed for a life where I didn't have to expect being hit & beaten
when I got home from school, sometimes for no reason. And what did your
super ghost do for me? He laughed. I didn't realize that god picked
favorites in his world. So I guess it's ok when a kid is hungry, prays &
suddenly a whole fucking charity is granting him every wish, but a kid
who's beaten by his drunk uncle & too scared to come out of his fucking
ROOM doesn't deserve a turn? How many times does my arm have to be
dislocated & broken before god steps in? How DRUNK does my uncle have to be
before SOMEONE realizes that something is fucking ASKEW every time I show
up at school with bruises all over my body? How many times do I have to
skip school because I can't even wake up without MOANING in agony from
every sore joint & place on my body? What child deserves to be abused like
that? I used to think that eventually, he would let up once I got older &
then I could become the fun-loving kid I should have been. But that didn't
happen. It's too late at this point for me to have a chance at normality
Caleb. THAT'S why I'm not part of god's fucking entourage. I gave up on
having faith a long time ago."

I listened for a moment to see what Caleb would say, but he didn't say
anything at first. I guess out of shock.

To be honest, I missed believing in god. At night when the hitting had
stopped, the idea of some all great THING would eventually make it all just
stop was enough to keep me going. But after years & years of stuff like
that, it's hard to have any faith especially when none of it comes true.

"Well...sometimes it's not faith that saves you. It's belief. You don't
have to be religious to get what you pray for."

"Really."

"I'm just saying Rory...religion isn't about joining some cult that follows
something that may or may not exist. It's about having a way of belief
where you feel comfortable in knowing that there might be something out
there that helps you get through life, even if it's on a purely personal
level. Not everyone is part of a religion because it's just 'something to
do', there are plenty of people out there who are Catholic, Jewish, Hindu,
Buddhist, Muslim because they truly want to find a reason for their
existence & help the greater community."

"That's bullshit."

"Eh, that's your opinion" Caleb said, a smile behind his words.

"No Caleb, that's fact!" I snapped.

"You don't have to have a faith. You just need belief," he repeated with a
bit of zest in his voice.

I was borderline seething at this point. My teeth were clenched together.

"Look, I gotta go but I'll see ya later ok? Again though, sorry for calling
you out like that."

I didn't say anything.

"Ok, well see ya Rory!" he said & hung up.

I put the phone down, PISSED at this point. Things like this ruined days
for me. I walked over to a bookcase where on the top of it, were several of
those fake pictures of me & Ray, one of them in a frame that had Christian
designs all over it as if to prove to foreign eyes that we were good
churchy people. I picked up the picture & looked at it. Ray was smiling
that shining bogus smile he always did when trying to show people he wasn't
a drunken asshole who beat the living shit out of his nephew on a nearly
constant basis when he was a little boy. To show others that by being a
good Christian, could get away with murder on the battlefield for a
living. To show others that there was nothing wrong with this picture.

A surge of anger suddenly ripped through me like a sonic boom.

"AAAGGGGHHH!" I bellowed as I HURLED the picture frame across the entire
living room, the frame exploding into hundreds of shards of glass as it
collided with the wall at a million miles an hour. I watched the shards
sparkle with teeth clenched & a heavily panting chest. The anger had caused
me to sport an erection & as I stared at the wondrous display of glass fall
onto the floor like raindrops, I couldn't help but feel aroused while my
body trembled in anger at the BULLSHIT Caleb had poured into my ears.

Out of nowhere, I felt a hand clench itself around the back of my neck &
force me forward to the wall where the picture had hit.

"YOU WANNA BREAK MY FUCKING SHIT?! THEN YOU GET TO CLEAN IT UP!" Ray
screamed into my ear as he shoved me forward, causing me to fall into a sea
of glass splinters, shards digging themselves cruelly into my hands, knees
& elbows.

"Clean it! NOW!" Ray commanded as he swung his foot back & kicked me hard
in the gut as I lay on the floor. With that, he walked away, leaving me
clutching my stomach with glass-filled hands.

With bleeding hands & legs, I was able to stand up & stumble my way to the
closet & take out a broom.

Wanna hear a joke?

God.



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