Note To the Skin

Chapter 3.

  As Rickey woke he didn't open his eyes. Rubbing his cheek against the soaked pillow, he knew he wasn't in his room. Or more important. Harmony wasn't at his side.
  He just laid there in the hospital bed. No movement. No sound. Hearing the weak voice of his mother made him wish the silence could have spoken for him in a better manner than having his mother believe he was ignoring her purposely.
  He couldn't speak. What was there to say?
  He still laid there in no movement, no sound, however on thought. In thought of what was the perfect words for his mother.
  "Mom?," he spoke, but didn't open his eyes. He knew his mother stood up when he heard the chair she was sitting in fly back when she jumped in relief. "Mom?"
  "Are you okay?!," she panicked rushing to his side. "Tell me if you need something. I'll get it!!"
  He took a minute to breath. "I do want you to do something."
  "What's that, baby? Anything."
  Rickey took another breather. "I want you to--"
  The soir flew open on the middle of his sentence. He made no movement, nor sudden sounds when he heard his sisters roaring voice.
  In anger he was.
  "Is everything okay?!" She gave their mother a huge hug. "I heard a loud voice."
  "Your brother woke and I got excited. Hopped right up and out of my seat."
  Silvia sighed. "Well, mom, did you--"
  "No!," Rickey yelled, "I was talking to her first and then you came bussing in here. So get out!!!"
  Both mother and daughter gasped. Bit still, their mother couldn't help but to feel Rickey was right.
  She signed. "He's kinda right, Silvia."
  Silvia rolled her eyes. He's so fucking spoiled.
  "Just give is a moment. Okay?"
  "Mm-hm." Silvia walked back out of the room.
  Rickeys mother sat back at his side. Rubbing her fingers through his hair she said, "What were you saying sweet heart?"
  "I want you to know that I am gay..."
  Silence sat throughout the room, waiting for her to reply.
  His mother opened her mouth, but no words escaped.
  "So I'm guessing you are not okay with that," Rickey interrupted the silence. Opening his eyes he said, "and I'm guessing this is the perfect time to tell you the guy that got hit by that shitty truck is my boyfriend."
  His mother couldn't believe what she was hearing, let alone take it all in.
  "Rickey...how could this be?!" Her heart was playing ping pong against her chest. "Why keep this away from. Out of all people?"
  "Because, mom. If I'd told you, you'd hate me and run me away like you did aunt Bella when she got married that chick from Europe. Or where ever she's from."
  "She is from France," Rickeys mother corrected. "And that's different. You are my son."
  "No. Its all the same. Especially, because Harmony was 23 years old. But I love him so much, mom. And I know you don't understand."
  His mother shook her head realizing he was right. No way would she let her 16 year old son date a man that old. Or any man for that matter.
  Rickeys head cocked. "I'm surprised your taking this all in so well."
  "Me too," she chuckled. "I don't like the big age difference, but I am sorry for your lose. Rickey if you are ever to date another male, under 20, I will be okay with it."
  Rickey shook his head furiously. "No, mom!! There is no other man out there like my Harmony!!!"

   This chapter was longer, but imma shortan it and make the rest of this chapter the next chapter.（〜^∇^)〜ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)(〜￣△￣)〜┐(￣ヮ￣)┌