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Far Out ((Part 4))This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Sneh =] | |
| Thursday, 10 April 2008 | |
"I was just, you know, walking around. Enjoying all the sunshine." Her voice rife with doubt, she responded, "Really? For three hours, you were just 'walking around'?" He rolled his eyes and attempted to push past her into the living room, but she held her ground furiously. "Jesse, I'm getting worried about you. Very worried. If you continue to go on behaving like this, it won't be long before we're going to have seriously consider sending you to a psychiatrist." "For God's sake, there's nothing wrong with me!" He exclaimed with a groan, shifting his attention away from his mother to glance at the neighboring white picket fences. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his mother shake her head in exasperation and head off to check up on her flower garden; he took advantage of the opportunity to slip inside before she noticed. He had almost made it into the kitchen when he felt a crimson-nailed hand grab hold of his shoulder. Jesse sighed as his mother gently turned him around to face her. He stared steely at the wood paneled that lined the floors as she gazed at him in concern. "Baby," She said softly, "You've really got to admit you have a probem. I'm not saying this because I want to punish you, but because it's the first step to being cured. It's really not healthy for you, physically or emotionally, to keep living like this." At this, Jesse's eyes snapped from the floor to his mother's worried face. "It's not like I'm the only one like this," He stated through gritted teeth. "Doubtlessly," She replied. "But at least the rest of them are kept somewhere safe, where they're unable to cause themselves and the people around them any harm." Jesse breathed out heavily, hoping this would relieve him of the intense anger building up inside him. But it did not, and as his mother continued berating "them" and the damage "they" were doing to this country, he found himself incapable of stemming the flow of lava-hot rage that had been threatening to escape for the past four years. "I don't need go to some stupid doctor and get 'cured'-- I know exactly what's wrong with me: that I've been trying to deny who, and what, I am. So yes, I like boys"-- he paused to relish the look of horror and shock filling ever little line on his mother's face--"And I'm not going to pretend otherwise. Hell, apparently, 'my' people are all over the country! In fact, that boy I know-- the one you keep warning me about, remember him?-- he's gay too. And guess what else? I love him, Mom. Yeah, I do, and I don't know how the hell you think you're going to be able to stop me from doing what I want; last time I checked, love's not a sin." Here he stopped, just to catch his breath and reel from the joy of saying every damn thing he had wanted to tell his parents ever since he had known there was something different about him, and yet...he knew he had just caused an avalanche of damage. "So..." She said, eventually, biting her lip as her eyes brimmed with tears, "So. You're going to just go against our wishes, are you? Go against society, are you? That's fine, that's perfectly fine!" She laughed a bitter laugh as she dried an eye with the back of her hand. "And now I'll have so much to tell Mrs. Rivers when we go to her house for dinner tonight!" Just like that, the rush was gone, and the defiance that had glowed in Jesse's face just a moment ago had drained away, and he looked back at her in disbelief. "Wait...we're having dinner...at their house?" "Yes!" She cackled viciously. "I'm sure she would just love to know what a flaming queer her son turned out to be!" "****..." Jesse whispered, repent causing his fingers to tug at his chesnut-toned hair. Seeming wildly victorious, Jesse's mother spun around and went into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. "Get ready!" She called from behind the thick wood, her voice teetering as if she was drunk. "We have to be there in a half hour!" Jesse leaned back against a whitewashed wall and banged his fist. "****," He muttered again to himself in agony. "****, ****, ****." Copyright 2008 Sneh =] |
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