Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 19:55:38 -0700 (PDT) From: m o Subject: Opening the door- chapter 4 Hello once again, Thank you to all of you who are still reading my story. Feel free to email any comments to me at daytool86@yahoo.com. As usual all disclaimers apply. Please do not continue reading if it is illegal for you to do so, or if you are offended by material involving gay minors. Also, this story is fiction, but this chapter did draw on something I experienced when I was younger. And something like this did happen to a friend of mine when I was younger, so I just wanted to say, be careful when you're out there on the streets, you never know what could happen. Enjoy the chapter. As I lay in bed, face into my pillow, sobbing, I feel someone climb into my bed and put their arm around me. I roll over to see who it is, and as soon as I do, John climbs on top of me, starts kissing me and is running his hands through my hair. I don't know what to feel at this point, I mean, here is John, kissing me, but he just told Sean he likes him. I am very confused and I don't know what to do. John stops kissing me and gets off me and sits up, I sit up as well, he speaks first. "Mike, there was a reason I wound up telling you I liked guys, I may have not meant to do it, but I told you, well, because I do like you, a lot." "But you just told Sean you like him?" "I do, I don't know what to think, I do not know how we are going to handle this, but maybe right now we should just be glad that we all found eachother, and we can support eachother." I said "Ok". I was glad to hear him say that, because he was right, I should be glad I found both of them, because the three of us can make it through all of this together. So I stopped crying, wiped my face, and the two of us went back downstairs to see Sean. We all decided that it would be best right now if none of us were dating eachother or anything, at least until we got used to the fact that we all like guys, and are able to accept that the guys we like may like other guys instead of us. We sat around for the majority of the day just talking and smoking. We talked about what we liked in guys, who we thought was cute, who wasn't. Later that day, well night rather, we were hanging out with the other guys, in the parking lot at the subway station. It was dark, so we went up there so we could play football at night. We were playing when a group of 10-11 kids all bigger than us came up. They were like to my friend, Jonathan, "Yo let me get your watch" and he said no and they asked why not and he said "Because I got it for a present." Then one of the kids said "Aww shit, why'd you have to go and say that all sweet, now I can't rob it." After that the kids walked away, we were all mad relieved because we thought we were gonna get jumped, and there were only 6 of us, so there was no way we could take them. Well, we were still in the parking lot, just hanging out, when like two minutes after the kids left, two of them came back by us but stood a bit farther away and didn't talk to us. So we decided it was time to go, we couldn't go through the park to get home because they were all down there, so we had to cut through the old train tracks. As we were walking, we noticed them following us, so we cut onto a different path. We saw them still following us, so we took a path off the tracks, onto a path that runs along the streets on the backside of the tracks. Next thing we know the kids are right behind us. John was in the back, and one of the kids went up to him and said "Hey, you want to buy some weed?" and John turns around to say "No, we're all broke." But halfway through his sentence another kid hit in the head with a whisky bottle. They knocked him down, and while he was on the ground, they started kicking him. He was screaming for help, then they hit him with the bottle again and the screams stopped. We didn't know what to do because we were greatly out numbered, two of our friends, ran to this kids house, who they knew, that was a couple of blocks away. One of my friends yelled "Lets ring doorbells and get help." So the three of us who were left starting ringing doorbells, finally someone came to the door and we were like "Help! Our friend is getting jumped!" So he said he would call the police. In that time, we looked back and all of the kids had ran away, so we ran over to John. He was still unconscious when the police showed up, an ambulance came, and the police called his parents. At that time I, along with my friends, were very calm, we were able to give the police a report of what happened. When the ambulance left with John, the officers drove us to our houses. When I got into my house, it hit me what had happened. I went up to my room and began to cry, I was so scared for John. I was also pissed at myself. When they were kicking him I should have jumped in there and hit them. I mean there is a kid I really, really like, getting his ass whooped, and I didn't do anything to make those kids pay. I can't believe I was such a horrible friend, I mean John is at the hospitable right now because I didn't jump in to defend him. I don't know what could happen to him, I am such an asshole friend, I cannot believe myself. Tears are just constantly streaming down my face, and I can't take this. The combination of how pissed I was at myself, and how worried I was about John, it made me want to scream, and scream, and never stop. As I cried that night, all I could see and hear in my head, was John screaming over and over, his cries for help, it made me feel horrible, it was making me physically sick, I thought I was going to throw up. Then I had the image, in my head, of going back to John, and just seeing him lying there, covered in blood, not moving. It was so scary. I do not know how I managed to not just throw myself on him and start crying. It was with those thoughts, running through my head, over and over, that I finally feel asleep to, just hoping and wishing, desperately wishing, that John would be alright. Well thats that, please email any comments to me at daytool86@yahoo.com, chapter 5 should be up soon.