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Crown Of Thorns07 Gay lit

Crown Of Thorns Chapter 7

Like every other day I snuck out of the house early. This time I took
my dear sweet time walking to school. It was getting darker and darker in
the morning. Soon I'll leave the house, and the streetlights will still be
on. 'For some odd reason, the darkness brings me comfort.' I would relish
those days when I could walk in-between the shadows, taking in the cold air
and breathing out my anger and frustration. All too soon I arrived at
school and proceeded to my little corner only to find it occupied.

"Dude, how's it going?" Miles said.

"What are you doing here so early."

"I could ask you the same question, but not even a hi?"

"Sorry, just a little surprised."

"S'ok. So why are you here early?" he asked me.

"I get here early every day. Before my family wakes up."

"Ahh, I see, don't want to deal with the rents in the morning, don't
blame you. You should see mine. Morning does not agree with them, I'll
tell you."

"Well, rent, and anytime doesn't agree with him."

"You live with your father?"

"Yea, but I want to be out of there ASAP."

"I see, you have a nice uppercut on the left side of your jaw, early
Christmas Present?"

I physically cringed and brought my hand to my cheek, sure enough I
could feel a bruise. "Damn."

"Dude, I understand, a while ago, my mom got all whacked up sometimes
and she would...you know."

"You mom got...violent?"

"Useto. Not anymore. We are all good friends now."

"How did she...change."

"One time, I hit her back. I instantly regretted it the second I did
it. She didn't hit me again, but we weren't talking for the longest time.
Finally she admitted that I was justified and that she was sorry, I said
sorry to her anyway, and things have been cool since then. What was that,
like five years ago."

"Wow. Wish I could do that, he is just so much bigger and stronger than

"Something will come, everything works out in the end."

Just then, Terry comes by and joins us. I raise my eyebrows realizing
Terry might be that 'something.' This brought a smile to my face.

"Well, you seem chipper this morning, how? I will never know," Terry
said in that cute groggy voice.

"Welcome to the land of the living lover boy." With that, Miles reached
over and pinched his butt.

"What the?"

"Ohh, I thought you told him," Miles commented to Terry.

"He does! I think that it is a jealousy thing," he responded. I could
actually hear the smile in his voice. It was then that I knew they were

"Yea, butthead, don't mess with my boyfriend."

"Your What!!!" He said surprised.

"That's what I forgot to tell you Miles. See, Julian and I are kinda an

"Kinda?" I asked him.

"Fine, Full fledged, in love, truly, madly, deeply."

"You really like that band don't you," I asked.

"Wow, didn't know you were seriously seeing anyone," Miles commented.

"Well, yea on both accounts." Terry felt quite satisfied with his
answer. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "I want you so badly."
He then tickled my ear with his tongue.

I giggled and pushed him off of me. "Come on, not in front of the

"Ohh, don't mind me, I'll find my jollies some other way. You know,
watching you guys kiss or do whatever really isn't my kinda fun, unless
that is I can join in."

"What do you mean, join in?" I asked.

"I don't know, it may be kinda fun." I gave him an awkward eye. "Oh
relax, I'm not going to go stealing your boyfriend off of you, besides, I
nice piece of pussy is a lot better than dick."

"Eloquently put, chap," Terry said in the best English accent he could
muster. I cracked up.

"No, no, Terry E's become A's," I coached him.

"Whatever." This just brought a new round of giggles.

Cars started to pull into the lot as school time quickly approached.
Chatter flew up about everything imaginable. All in all, a normal day.
Math class has quickly became one of my favorite subjects. Terry and I sat
in the back and chit chatted about everything. You would never know that
we weren't born together. At one point Terry just burst out laughing. I
turned beat red.

"Is there something so funny that you have to share it with the rest of
the class?" the teacher said.

"Not really. Just that x-1 factored is x-1 multiplied by x+1. You said
that x+1 equals that and it doesn't."

"Right you are." With that she turned back toward the board and started
to teach again.

"You really are amazing," I whispered to him.

"Not nearly as much as you are."

Play practice was just as bad. At least we didn't get yelled at.
Afterward, Mr. Jenks called me into his closet.

"Yea, what do you need." In reality I knew exactly what he wanted.

"So?" he asked.

"Not yet, I'm working on it."

"I see that," he said as he pointed to my jaw. "Get it done. We are
approaching my deadline." Then he softened his voice. "I don't want to see
you get hurt anymore than you have."

"Thanks." With that I marched out of his office. On the way out of the
building Danny came running up to me.

"So, what did he want?"

"The usual. Wanted to see what I was going to do."

"Where's Terry?"

"Beats me." Come to think about it where was he. "Hold on." I ran back
to the theater. Terry was sitting on stage talking out to the non-existent

I sat back and listened to him, I knew that this was a personal time for
him, but I wanted to know. He started out saying, "I love him I really do.
There is noting in the world that I would want more than to see him happy.
I can't bear to see him with new sores and bruises. It pains me to know
what he has been though, and not have the power to do anything about it. I
would gladly put myself in his place if it would keep him out of harm. Why
can't people just grow up? It ain't his fault his mom died and he didn't.
It is not fair. It is not fair, it is not fair." He paused. "I love him
so much, it hurts."

I stepped out from behind the curtain. "Do you really mean that?"

He looked surprised to see me but nodded his head. I ran to him and
tossed my arms around him. "God I love you too. So much words can't
describe it. So much I wouldn't know what I would do without you." I
started to cry. We held each other like that for a long time.

"Ahhemm," came an obvious fake cough, "If you would please, I'd like to
leave soon." Both Terry and I started to crack up.

"Of course, lets go." Him and I walked home holding hands. When we
parted at the corner, he said that he might stop by later. I urged him not
to, because of my dad, but he said that he will find a way.

I walked home the rest of the way on cloud nine. It is such a good
feeling to be on top of the world. When I opened the door I saw fire in my
dad's eyes. He held up the letter Terry gave me the day before.

"Where did you get that," I demanded. I leapt after it, only to have it
pulled away, then I felt the first blow.

"Not only did you kill her, but a fucking queer killed her." With a
swift kick to the ribs he added, "I will just add that to your long list of
faults. Cocksucker." Emotionally, that hurt. As my father riddled me with
kicks and punches, I saw my brothers. I reached up toward them in a
desperate attempt at savior. They looked horrified. At first I though it
was at me. Then I saw them look at dad. As I distinctly heard a crack,
realization struck. 'They weren't horrified at me, but at the situation.'
Then I heard another crack as my rib broke. "Fucking fag, God damn fucking
fag. How could you do this. You like having things shoved up your ass?"
That was a rhetorical question. He had no intent I letting me answer.
Even if I was allowed to I couldn't, my breath was gone. I sensed him gone
for a minute, but he quickly returned. My vision was blured my hearing was
going quickly but I heard one thing, "then try this on for size."

I then felt the most searing pain shoot through my ass. I felt as if I
was being torn in half. In fact I think I was. I was lifted and tossed
into my room. Landing hard on the floor. I swear I was dead.

"Julian, Julian, are you there?" I heard a strange man's voice. "Start
a saline drip, immobilize, and then give him some air. Be careful of the
rectal area, it looks bad."

"Yes, sir." Another voice said, this one female. I couldn't see her,
but she sounded like an angel. "Julian, give me some sign that you are
conscious." I could feel myself being manipulated onto a backboard and a
head brace. The female paramedic, I could only assume, then grabbed my

I squeezed, hard. Like a flurry my senses came back, and the searing
pain came back full-fledged. I yelled a long list of profanities,
expressing how much it hurt, but only a whisper came out. Loud enough,
however, to get the room's attention.

"We got a live one here," the paramedic yelled. Damn right I'm alive.

"Fucking queer," I heard my dad yell. "Wish I killed you, you and that
boyfriend of yours." He was standing in the room with me. Holding him were
police officers and they were reading him his rights. I weakly reached out
my hand and in a bout of defiance gave him the finger. Then I slipped back
into unconsciousness.


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