Neglect... (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4 "Back to School"

9 days later...
Today is the day I get to go to school. I will have to be in a wheel chair, and I will have to wear a baseball cap and sun glasses to protect myself due to my concussion.

I am dreading the obvious stares and whispers I'm going to have to endure, but unfortunately I'm going to have to deal with it. Though the stares and whispers I'm used to, what I'm not going to be able to deal with is facing Kevin. Before the incident with my dad we were extremely close, but I haven't talked to him since I kicked him out of my house quite rudely. I looked over at my clock and it read 6:11am. It was time I get up and attempt to get dressed. Just then I heard a knock on my door followed by my father quietly opening it.
"Hey...kiddo, it's time you got up." he said in a calm quiet voice.
"Ok..." I replied. my voice was tired and raspy. I started to get up but before I could move very far my father came and helped me. Once I was sat up my father stopped me.
"Just one second." he said starring at the ground. I just stopped and listened like the obedient puppy I was.
"What I said the other day, a-about killing yourself...please, please, please dismiss it. I can't loss anyone else. despite what you may think...I-I do love you. You are my son, and I don't know what I would do if I lost you too."

These were the most shocking words that have ever left my fathers mouth. I was speechless.
"I-I don't know what to say..." I felt a tear coming to my eye.
"You don't have to say anything, but we do need to get you ready for school." At that he helped me into my wheel chair and started to dress me. This was the closest I have ever felt to my dad, ever.
The whole car ride to school was silent. I think it was a mixture of us both being shocked at the speech he gave this morning, and the grieving for my mother...his wife.

When we got to school he helped me into my wheel chair and wheeled me into school. I would rather I wheel myself, but unfortunately using my arms would risk hurting my ribs, so I have to have someone wheel me from class to class. When we got into the main office a young pretty woman introduced herself as my physical aid for my time in the wheel chair, which meant I was going to have an attractive young lady wheel me from class to class. Maybe if I was straight I would be more enthusiastic about the situation, but instead I just wanted to go home.

I got into my first class, and as this lady wheeled me in all heads turned to me. Everyone was giving me an, 'OMG, that's that weird gay kid who got into a car accident with his mom and she died' look. As the lady, who introduced herself as Miss. Armilio, wheeled me to the left side of the class room all the heads followed me.
"Ok kids eyes back to the front of the class please, I'm sure Mr. Sperkin does not want to be starred at." The teacher ordered. At that moment he was like my hero.
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Each class felt as if they were five hours long each. Once I got into my sixth period class I quickly tensed up. Kevin was sitting in the front row of the class all the way to the far right. He had a wall on one side of him and an empty chair on the other, in fact that was the only empty chair, which was bound to be mine. Just as I expected Miss. Armilio helped me out of my wheel chair into the seat right next to Kevin. He was the last person I wanted to be sitting next to at that moment. The guilt from yelling at him and putting him in that situation with my dad was eating me alive. I began to feel sweat collect on my upper lip.
"Ok, class let's welcome back Matthew!" The teacher said as she made her way over to me. I began to tremble. The one thing I didn't want, that ended up happening to me throughout the whole day, was for all the attention and eyes to go on me.
"He has been through a lot these past several weeks. let's make him feel welcome." she continued. Just then I heard a kid whisper something that made my stomach fill with butterfly's. I could tell Kevin heard it too because he whipped his head back as soon as the kid spoke.
"What did you just say buddy?!" Kevin taunted. I realized the kid who made the comment was the same kid who has been bullying me all my high school years.
"I said, THE FAGGOT LOST HIS MOMMY!" He yelled.

All of a sudden Kevin jumped out of his chair and made his way straight over to him. All at once he grabbed his collar and pulled him up to his face.
"You wanna say that again?!" Kevin asked in a quite yet intimidating tone.
"Boys!" The teacher yelled attempting to break them up, but Kevin has this sort of violent nature about him when it comes to people hurting other people. His heart is in the right place, but he just handles it the wrong way.
"What are you his little faggot bodyguard or something?!" Jason was the kids name.
"I swear to God if you say one more fucking thing you are going to regret it." Kevin threatened.
"Matthew should just kill himself and---" at that Kevin decked Jason so hard in the face, that Jason flew back about two feet and landed right on his back.
"YOU THINK I WAS PLAYING YOU ASS HOLE?!" He screamed. All the students at this point were standing and chanting, "fight, fight, fight!". When Kevin knocked Jason on his ass the whole class dropped the 'OHHHHH!!' bomb. At this point the teacher gave up and went over to the phone to call the office.
"Oh you lil' shit! You did not just do that!" Jason yelled as he wiped the blood off his lip that was now two times the size it was before. At that Jason launched himself at Kevin only to be knocked right back onto his ass. Just then the principal walked in and grabbed Kevin by the arm and dragged him out of the room, the whole time Kevin was screaming and taunting Jason.

For some odd reason instead of being pissed at Kevin for causing a huge scene in front of the whole class, I felt a certain urge to laugh. All at once all my emotions took over and I began to giggle, my giggle turned into quiet laughter, and then that laughter quickly turned into an uncontrollable laughing fit. For the first time, I didn't care one bit what anyone thought of me. I knew the whole class was looking at me but it didn't faze me one bit. It hurt my ribs to laugh, but I could not stop, and I didn't care.
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When I got home my dad was sitting at the table with his head in his hands. I could tell by the way his back was bouncing up and down he was crying.
"Daddy...?" I said in such a quite voice it was practically inaudible. He quickly lifted his head wiping away the tears that were staining his cheeks.
"H-hey kiddo." he said in a soft voice.
"Who helped you off the bus?" He asked standing up.
"Oh, my aid lady person." I answered.
"Are...are you ok?" I asked even though I knew the answer.
"I'm just having a hard time." Is all he could get out.
"It's going to be ok." I said, trying to cheer him up. He starred at me for a moment and then fast walked into his room and slammed the door.

I wanted to go up into my room, but I could not exactly climb up the stairs in the state I was in, and I didn't want to interrupted my fathers mourning, so I just wheeled myself over to the couch. I struggled to get myself up on my couch. it took all of my Will power and arm strength to pry myself onto the couch. Finally after 30 minutes passed by I got myself in a comfortable position. I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.