Dark Pleasure (Gay)

2. First Days Suck

I hadn't slept well that night, my dreams had been focused on the strange boy that had been stalking the house the day before. After the whole "Stalker Boy" scene that I didn't really know happened or that I imagined it all, I had helped mom with the downstairs making the front room feel more like home while mom had worked on the kitchen. We had worked on the house till the far hours of seven o'clock at night, that's when we called a break and ordered in. Chinese. The orange chicken had been the best. And then we had consumed ourselves with more work.

The cold that had crept in the room through the night still didn't wake me fully. But I forced myself out of my bed. I was going to dread today, fo' sure. Today was my start at a new school but that's alright I could get through it. And what made it better was the moment mom gave me keys and when I asked what they were for she was like-

"I think you're old enough to have a car of your own. I had my first car when I was fifteen and I've been thinking it's about time for your first car."

I decided to wear my favorite jeans that where a dark blue with four slashes of white on the upper thigh, and a shirt that proclaimed "I don't bite much". I was hoping that it would make this day any less painful. No one wants to be the new kid. But I was going to take it and deal with it. So after having breakfast with mom who was in a better mood and seemed to be better, maybe it was the conversation and her giving me my very first car, which made me believe it

With a "Good Luck" from me to mom she was off to her new job.

Looking at the time I still had more time before I had to be at the school from what mom had said during our breakfast. I cleaned the dishes from breakfast before putting them to the side to dry. I put all the ingredients away that we used to make omelets. Afterwards I still had time and didn't know what to do to kill time and somehow I found myself in the front room, looking at all of the photos on the wall. From my baby days to last year on our trip to Florida. Dad, Mom, and I had had an amazing time. We had stayed at a beach house we could be right on the beach to see the sunrise and fall at sunset. I remember the day we had taken the photo like it was yesterday. It was our third day on the beach and the waves had been going crazy. Dad had crashed and burned on his first wave and I had followed behind shortly after, Mom had been laughing trying hard not to keel over herself and fall out of her beach chair. After our wipe out at the waves we had went to fancy restaurant later on which had been where the picture was taken.

It was one of the happy memories that made me sad that dad couldn't deal with my sexuality. And because of that mom had paid the price.

A tear threatened to fall but with a heavy breathe, my bag, and my new car keys in my hand I ran out of the house. I could no longer stay in the house to pain and suffer over the past. Locking the door on my way out. I half turned and my breath was taken from me. The car that was my very first car may not have been the car of the year but it was perfect to me. The black color seemed to gleam with its color as the slight sun in the sky cast itself on the black Ford Escape.

The tear that once was trying to fall seemed to dissipate into thin air, with a small smile pulling at the corner of my lips I rushed to the jeep using the key to unlock it before jumping on into the driver seat. I threw my bag into the passenger seat, and started to put the key into the ignition but stopped when I noticed a note on the dashboard.

Jack was written in what I knew was my mother's handwriting. I turned it over and there was a little note from mom to me

Jack I know that things haven't been alright lately. But I want you to have this as a gift for our new start. I hope you like it even though it's not what most would expect from me to you. But it's special. Just like you. Now have an amazing first day and make many new friends.