Date: Sun, 22 May 2005 00:53:32 -0400 From: Jay Kool Subject: My So Called Life - Chapter 16 "My So Called Life" – Chapter Sixteen by Jay Kool (jaykool74@hotmail.com) "David Comes Out" -------------- David's journal... For once in my life things most things going great. My boyfriend Ty and I are getting along well. I've finally made it past the point of pushing him away for fear that I will hurt him. I have even accepted the fact that his mother knows about us and I know that she loves me like her only son Ty. It's so nice to have an environment where I don't have to hide my feelings or who I am for fear of losing my family or friends. The only problem is that my parents have no clue that I'm gay and in love with the cutest boy in the world, but there is no way I am telling them until I am in college at the soonest. It will help minimize any repercussions from coming out. It's hard to kick someone out on the street when they don't live in your house. I could still lose my family but I couldn't deal with that as well as living on the streets; there is only so much that I can handle. I can't believe that I actually started to keep a journal at the request of Tyler. He told me that it would help me work out my feelings more effectively than bottling them up inside of me over two months ago. He told me he doesn't want to get splattered when I explode, he thinks he's funny and sometimes he is but I think he is just cute and adorable. I'm so surprised I can keep from doting over him in school, talk about self control. When we are in a room alone I practically rip his clothes off and rape him. Our love making is so passionate; I truly doubt that Romeo and Juliet could have ever had sex as good as we have. Yes I know I have a dirty mind, oh well it's with me for life so I mind as well enjoy it. Tyler will be going to New York to attend his father's wedding as the best man; I bet he'll look extremely hot. I wish I could attend as his date, spending the weekend with him alone other than the wedding. Maybe if I suggested it to his mother she'd find a way to get me to go with him, maybe work it out with his father seeing how Tyler and he do not have the greatest relationship. I don't care how it would work out for me to go, I just want to go and get my freak on with Tyler on the dance floor. Okay maybe just dance sensual and sexy with him – freak out the old people. That would be so cool. Well it's time for bed, write you later. With that David went to bed peacefully dreaming of making out with Tyler and dancing with him at a wedding reception, using past memories from the only wedding he ever attended of a cousin that grew up in Columbus, Ohio. The city was boring and smaller than he had imagined but the reception was a blast. Reality: In David's room. Most teenage girls and boys think far enough ahead to hid things from their parents that you wouldn't want them to see. Perhaps David's tribute of his love for Ty should have been locked away instead of sitting on the night table beside his bed. Perhaps his parents should respect his privacy and not read his journal without his permission. "David, what is the meaning of this?" David's father is gently shaking him trying to wake him. "Huh? What are you talking about?" David groggily inquires. A flash of terror and embarrassment spread thru his body quicker than gasoline lights on fire as he notices his dad holding his journal. "I've been reading your journal. You and the little faggot Tyler have been fucking around." His father's voice was rising in conjunction with nostrils starting to flare and his face and neck catching on fire. "It's not what you think..." David started before he was cut off by his dad again. "Explain what the hell you mean by ripping his clothes off and barely holding yourself back from raping him. I suppose this is just a phase you are going through, there ain't no way you could seriously love that little runt." David just realized that his dad was holding him by the front of the shirt so he was suspended out of bed and that he was shaking really badly. He realized it was now or never to come out with the truth, it was the perfect opening even if it was going as he had planned. David tried to speak but his body would not allow him to say anything. "I suppose you want to get married and tell the whole fucking world that my son is a gay wad. That he loves a little faggot who can't stop tripping over himself because no one else could love a twerp like that." Something about his dad's words were scary, but they were also enticing David to stick up for Ty. It took so long to finally get where they were at to give it up because his dad didn't approve. "I love him dad. I'm gay so get over it it's my life." David was slapped hard as he uttered the last word before he was flung from him bed on the floor. "No fucking faggot is living in my house. I'll kill you first before I let you make a disgrace out of me." David's dad yelled as he lunged toward him grabbing him and throwing him up against the wall as he started to punch David in the midsection hard. He meant business and David was going to pay. "Give up your faggy ways or die" "I can't..." David was punched so hard in the head that he passed out, crashing against his desk knocking the computer monitor on the floor as he fell. That didn't stop his dad from kicking him repeatedly, once he hit the floor. If David's mother hadn't come into the room to find out what the loud noise was about, he may have been killed by his father. She pulled him back telling him that if he hit David one more time, he would go to jail and lose her forever. She knew David was gay but knew how her husband was and could never tell him. She hoped and prayed that David would be out of the house when his father found out. She feared he would be severely hurt or killed by his father finding out. She also knew she couldn't trust her husband Mark once he was out of her sight and already called the cops when she heard him yelling earlier. She told him to go downstairs while she would take care of David. The cops were waiting outside as Mark came down the stairs and was arrested when he answered the door. David was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Had his mother tried to take him, he would've died in the car due to the sustained head injuries and internal bleeding from the beating his father had given him. David suffered five broken ribs, a punctured lung, internal bleeding, a broken nose, a concussion and was in a coma due to falling into shock. David's mother had to make the hardest telephone call of her life, she called Tyler's mother to relay the bad news from the hospital. She had donated blood for David and was disobeying doctors orders by getting up to make the phone call, but she knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if David died without giving his first true love the opportunity to say goodbye. Tyler's point of view: I finally caught up on all of the homework that I missed prior to break, even though it was hard to concentrate because everything reminded me of David. I think I love him more than life itself, but like mom told me, I could get held back if I'm not careful and then he wouldn't be in any of my classes. Well it's bedtime and I'm getting ready to drift off to sleep when the phone rings. Who would be calling at 11:48 PM on a Sunday evening? Mom answered the phone; it stopped ringing past the second ring. The first ring actually brought me out of my daze that I was in. Just as I was drifting back to sleep again, mom walks in the room fully dressed turning on the light above my bed. "Mom what's wrong?" She is slight shivering and pale almost like she has the flu or something. Did this have something to do with the phone call? Is grandma alright? I knew she was pretty sick around Christmas. "Ty, I have some bad news for you..." she was whispering and trailed off into silence as she looked down at the ground. It was like she was expecting the words to say were written there for her to read. I wanted to say something but thought it was best to be patient and let her tell me when she was ready in her own words. I expected her to say that grandma had died, I never expected to hear her say, "David is in the intensive care unit at the hospital, get dressed so we can go visit him before emergency surgery is performed. That was his mother on the phone and she knew how close you two were." Well I didn't actually hear any words after "intensive care". My mother had to snap me out of my shock into getting dressed so we could make it to see him before his surgery. We drove in silence to the hospital or so it seemed. My mind would not let me hear any sounds; it was like I went deaf upon hearing the bad news about David. I guess my mother was trying to comfort me and give me hope for the best possible outcome, but my mind wouldn't let me hear a thing. We arrived at the hospital and made our way to David's room and I almost fainted when I saw the condition that he was in. His face was bruised and cut; he had a breathing tube, IVs running out of his arm, a heart monitor and was unconscious. I fell to my knees grabbing his hand with hysterical crying and tears falling from my eyes. The pain of his condition seared my heart and racked my brain. Why did God have to do this to him? What the hell happened? Please God I give my life for his any day any time. Take me but let him be. I had to be pried from his hand so they could wheel him out of the room to surgery. My mom actually lifted me to my feet wrapping me in a bear hug as I convulsed uncontrollably with David's mom enclosing me in a circle. Here I was the man and I'm not strong enough to support his mother through an extremely difficult and trying time. I want to feel guilty for that, but I can't. The pain won't let me feel any guilt. I was watching my life slip away before my eyes, I can't live without David. The next thing I knew I was in a waiting room with our moms. It seemed like a surreal dream where nothing makes any sense and time is lost. I think I finally understand the weird painting of the distorted clocks and watches that always seems to be in the college bookstores. "David, you and your mother should go home; there is nothing you can do." "There is no way I'm leaving. Without David I am dead and I would gladly give my life without thought to save his. Nothing short of my dying will force me to abandon his side when he is in his greatest need." "I guess I should call the school to tell them that you and David will not be in today" my mother said as I stared down David's mother. She finally relented on trying to be nice and remained quiet. I hadn't realized but it was already six in the morning. While my mother was away making phone calls to the school district, a doctor came in the room to tell us that he didn't know if David was going to make it. That the surgery did not go as expected and that the next forty-eight hours were crucial to his survival. I guess I actually passed out and hit the floor or something because I woke up to a doctor, my mom, David's mom and a nurse trying to bring me to consciousness. My mom told them that I seem to have a history of passing out when I receive bad news or get a really good scare. The doctor told my mother that I should be checked out to ensure that it wasn't masking a bigger problem and she told him that she already went through all of that. I asked why they were fussing over me instead of David who really needed their help. We were let into the intensive care unit room where they had David about two hours after the news. We could only hope and pray that God would take care of him and bring him through. If you like this story series so far, you may want to read my other fiction story series: (They are probably archived in a previous year or so, please do a find on them...) Gay --> high school --> Music Store Teens Bi --> college --> College Firsts Any non-flamer feedback is welcome, email me at jaykool74@hotmail.com I will be creating a mailing list for chapters as they are released. I admit that it has been a while since the last installment but I've been so busy with work and school that I haven't had time to write until recently.