Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2021 01:00:00 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 15 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 15 "Come on, Buddy, it's time to wake up," called Rick. Kyle heard him, as he had the previous three times, but he didn't want to get up. His stomach hurt and he felt like all he could do was lay in bed crying. He had his blankets pulled over his head, hoping that the world would just go on without him. "Kyle, you need to get up. You'll be late for school," Rick said with frustration and mounting anger in his voice. He didn't care if Rick got mad at him. Hell, Rick had barely said a word to him since before the Labor Day party. Kyle had hoped that Rick would at least assure him that everything was going to be alright, comfort him, anything; however, all his step-father did was avoid eye contact and would leave the room if left alone with Kyle, as if the boy had the plague. Kyle felt a hand touch his blanket and a second later, his shield from the world was ripped off of his face. Charlie stood there with his usual, annoying grin. "Dad said to get your butt up now." Kyle pulled the blanket out of his little brother's hand and covered back up. "Go away!" His muffled voice was barely audible. "DAD! KYLE CALL ME A BASTARD!" Charlie cried in the tattle-tale tones only little brothers employed. "I DID NOT!" Kyle yelled back. This was the last thing he needed. Grudgingly, Kyle got up, showered and got dressed for school. Without saying a word to either parent, Kyle rushed out of the house and began to walk towards his new school. Sixth graders weren't allowed to take the bus, unless they lived more than a mile from the school. Unfortunately, Kyle lived just under that distance. He and Ry agreed to walk together, so they met up at a nearby bike path. "You look like shit," Ry said. Ry had decided that being in middle school gave him permission to swear. Kyle was still uncomfortable with the idea. "Thanks," He grumbled. "Did you get your schedule?" Kyle pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket containing a list of classes, times, rooms and teachers. "Yeah, but I haven't looked at it." "Why not?" "I don't know. I was hoping that, if I didn't, I could go back to fifth grade or something." "Come on, it won't be that bad." "You don't know that." "But you don't know that it will." "Yeah, I guess." The two friends walked mostly in silence. Ry tried making conversation about maybe gaming during lunch or after school, but Kyle wouldn't commit to anything. His mind kept racing to Cody, school, and his interview with the detective. Kyle kept looking at Ry, wondering if he should say something about that interview and what he learned, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Maybe they're wrong, he repeated over and over in his head. "Well, we're finally here," Ry announced. The school was a series of small buildings linked with exterior, covered breezeways . The walls were white, with pointed, brown, tiled roofs. In the distance, they could see a small parking lot filled with cars and students, with a line of buses making their way in and out of the narrow driveway. "Who's your homeroom teacher?" Kyle looked at his schedule for the first time, and his stomach knotted up even more. "Mr. Morrow, Cody's dad." "Oh," Ry's voice sank like Kyle's stomach. He quickly added, "I have Mrs. Kowalski in room F3, wherever that is." "As long as he doesn't say anything and Cody isn't in there, I think I'll be okay." Was he saying that to assure Ry, or reassure himself? "Do we have any classes together?" Ry asked, taking Kyle's schedule from him. He scanned both pieces of paper, handed Kyle's back and said, "We have Gym and Wood Shop together, at least." "That's something." They heard a bell ring, and Ry looked at his watch. "Fuck! We're gonna be late." The boys took off running towards the campus. It took a few minutes and some mixed directions, but Kyle barely made it to homeroom on time. "Welcome, everyone," Cody's dad said cheerfully. "Who here is excited about starting the sixth grade?" Quite a few hands shot up, and Kyle's wasn't one of the them. His plan was to draw as little attention to himself as humanly possible. "Alright, let's take attendance. When I call your name, raise your hand and say, 'Here'." Fuck. Mr. Morrow went down the list in alphabetical order. Student after student announced their presence, Kyle was towards the bottom of the list, and when Mr. Morrow got to his name, the teacher gave a slight pause and short grin before continuing. Fuck. The class spent about 20 minutes listening to the school rules, where all the buildings were, the lunch time, and the purpose and expectations of homeroom. "So, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask," Mr. Morrow concluded. The bell rang signaling the break between homeroom and first period. "You're all excused, and I'll see you tomorrow at the same time." The loud scraping of chairs and shifting bodies almost drowned out the teacher's voice, but Kyle, unfortunately, heard his name, "Kyle, can I have a word with you for a minute, please?" It wasn't really a request, Kyle noted. Without a word, Kyle approached the large desk at the front of the room. Mr. Morrow waited for everyone to leave before he said, "How are you? Haven't seen nor heard from you in months." "I'm fine." Kyle lied, trying to avoid eye contact without seeming rude. "Are you sure? Cody said that you two had a big fight and that you didn't want to be his friend anymore." Fucking bullshit, Kyle thought. "Is that what he said happened?" "Yeah. Mind telling me what it was about? He won't talk about it." "Hell if I know," Kyle blurted. The shocked look on his face must have also caught Mr. Morrow off guard, too, because the adult didn't reprimand him. "Sorry," Kyle added. "So, you don't know why you fought with Cody?" "No, I don't know why Cody said we had a fight, because we didn't. He wouldn't talk to me, I asked if I did something wrong, he said no but I should leave, so I did." "And you and Cody haven't spoken since?" "Nope. I don't know why he hates me." "I don't think he hates you." "He has a funny way of showing it." Mr. Morrow paused for a second, pondering the new information. Another bell rang, and he said, "You better get to your next class." "Am I in trouble?" "No, no, but I would like to continue this conversation another time." Kyle left for his next class. As he walked towards the English building, he saw Cody walking with two other boys, neither of whom he had seen before. Cody moved from between the new boys and started walking directly towards Kyle. Kyle looked into Cody's eyes, hoping to see a friendly look, but instead was met with a fist in the face. Kyle crumpled, the two boys started to laugh, as Cody kicked Kyle in the stomach. "Hope you have a fun year, faggot." Cody said as he and the other boys ran away, leaving Kyle a slobbering mess. ***Chapter 16 Coming Soon***