MFT 2/ Final Class

The school superintendent

Logan's POV:

Blows. Nothing but blows. I felt like a human punching bag beaten up with rage. Being in a basement with someone who no longer gave me joy, but fear. I saw pure rage in his eyes and didn't think he would ever take it out on me with violence. First he yelled at me, then in a quiet moment he gave me a strong slap that burned like hell. Again he threw things at my head that had happened. Of course he was justified to be angry, but he could have clarified the situation with words. Again I was beaten and could not defend myself for a reason that was inexplicable to me. In front of me I no longer saw Kendall, but my father. I got a tape stuck on my mouth so that I could not scream out loud. The situation was hopeless and I was powerless against him. A blow to my nose, which then began to bleed. After a short time I felt only pain. Countless blows in my stomach, on my arms and in my crotch. Everything hurt so terribly and tears were streaming down my cheeks. Finally, when I thought it was over, he lifted my arms and pressed me against the wall. Broken, I looked at him and was shocked at the next action. His hands grabbed my neck and started choking me. I couldn't get air through the tape and oxygen wasn't enough through my nose. After a short while I felt myself getting dizzy and finally I fell on the cold concrete floor.

Suddenly I opened my eyes and found myself in a bed. I was exhausted and felt terrible. My head was heavy and I could see Kendall sitting next to me with his back to me. Memories came flooding back and I looked at him in shock. "Why did you do that?", I asked and he slowly turned to me. Kendall just looked at me and said nothing. "Answer me," I demanded, looking at him angrily. "I didn't mean it Logan," he mentioned and looked down at the floor. "You didn't mean to what? Beat me up or choke me until I passed out?", I asked upset and he looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Logan, I should have never hurt you," he sobbed as he moved closer to the bed to touch me. "Just don't touch me," I demanded and he looked at me in shock. "You realize, I hope, that you hurt me both physically and psychologically. Physically by your beatings and psychologically because my father did exactly the same thing. Many times he beat me severely and almost did it with a baseball bat had the police not intervened," I mentioned and Kendall looked at me in shock. "Believe me Logan. I am so sorry for what I did to you. I didn't know I was capable of something like that," he explained through tears, looking at me in shock. "Did you think I was happily having sex with Evelyn? I didn't want any of that, but I hoped it wouldn't expose me. The sex was awful and I just wanted it to stop," I explained to him calmly. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much, but when you told me about Mrs. Carter, I saw red. I didn't know what I had done," he replied. "Kendall, I didn't have sex with her willingly. She blackmailed me with the fact of my resignation," I explained, feeling intense pain in my stomach area afterward. I put my shirt aside and saw the large hematoma on my stomach. Without saying anything, I looked at Kendall who was merely looking at me with tears in his eyes. My arms were covered with bruises and my wrists had a major impact. Kendall must have held me down hard, I guessed, and then briefly pulled my boxers down. I briefly closed my eyes when I saw the extent of my injury and then pulled my boxers back up.

"You are aware, I hope, that if you hit a man's testicles with strong blows he becomes infertile, right?", I asked him. "Yes. I didn't know I hit you that hard," he mentioned, coming closer to me. "Kendall I swear to you if you dare hit me one more time or hurt me like that I will leave you. There I won't accept any more apologies no matter what you would do," I said seriously and Kendall nodded. "I will never hit you again Logan. I do love you," he replied. "I sure hope so," I mentioned and looked at him angrily. "I promise you. Can I kiss you?" he asked as a tear just ran down his cheek. "Are you sure you're not angry anymore and you mean it?", I asked tensely as I eyed him. "I'm not angry anymore," he said. "All right. Then you may," I agreed and Kendall leaned over me. Gently, he placed his lips on mine and kissed me. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the kiss. This was how I knew Kendall and nothing else.

Mr. Smith's POV:

As I was leaving class 4KD with my books under my arm, I noticed two men dressed in suits on the way to the teachers' lounge. I had never seen them before and was confused as to why they were here. With quick steps, my path led me to the teachers' lounge followed by the two men, but they knocked on the principal's office. Confused, I entered the teachers' lounge and looked questioningly at my colleagues. "Does anyone know why there are two men dressed in suits out there wanting to see Mr. Stark?", I asked tensely, looking around. "Did they look familiar?", Paul asked me and I shook my head. "That will be the school board. They're a position above Mr. Stark," Lucy mentioned and I looked at her eagerly. "Don't tell me you informed the school administration about the Logan incident?", Claire asked her with interest. "I sure did. It's through the school administration that we're getting Logan back. They didn't know about Mr. Stark terminating Logan because of his sexuality and of course they don't agree with that at all," she explained.

Mr. Stark's POV:

"Greetings. What can I do for these two gentlemen?", I asked two men dressed in suits standing in front of my office. "We would love to talk to you," one of the two men replied. "Of course," I agreed and allowed the two gentlemen to enter my office. I motioned for the two to sit and then sat down across from them. "How can I help you?", I asked in a friendly manner, looking at the two of them anxiously. "I wanted to take a moment to introduce myself to you. My name is Henry Davis and I am the superintendent of schools here in the district and this is my deputy Luis Jones. Him you should already know," Mr. Davis noted and I nodded. "Of course," I agreed and nodded. "We were sorry to hear that you had terminated a valued colleague. Can you explain why?" asked Mr. Jones tensely. "I didn't dismiss anyone. This colleague resigned himself," I tried to extricate myself from the situation. "Mr. Stark I hope I don't have to explain to you that you shouldn't lie to us. It can negatively impact your position and you could lose the director position as a result," Mr. Davis noted and I gulped in response. "To get you started, I'll tell you which colleague we're talking about. Logan Mitchell," Mr. Jones mentioned and I nodded. "Understandable. Yes I terminated him, but he would have hurt the reputation of the school. I had to do it," I replied. "In what way? Mr. Mitchell is a very good math and PE teacher. Besides, he has started to work as a guidance counselor at the school as well," Mr. Jones explained. "Right, yet something has come to light that dwarfs these things," I began.

"Now will you explain why?" inquired Mr. Davis seriously. "Mr. Mitchell is homosexual and I cannot accept that," I replied, looking at the two men in front of me. "He's homosexual?" inquired Mr. Jones, confused. "Yes. Without him, the school continues to have a good reputation and I don't have to worry about it". "You say you dismissed Mr. Mitchell because of his sexuality? What do you think of him now?" asked Mr. Jones, looking at me with wide eyes. "He's not sane. Imagine if he could molest boys and do anything else to you. That's why I guarantee he started working as a guidance counselor to manipulate the students," I explained the situation. "Mr. Stark is there any evidence to confirm these actions?" asked Mr. Davis with interest. "Not at this time," I admitted, looking down at my desk. "Mr. Stark. You're justifying his termination by saying he's of unsound mind because of his sexuality? I've never heard such bullshit in my life," Mr. Davis now said at an increased volume. "Don't you see the danger?", I asked the two men. "Mr. Mitchell now see you as a danger? You have broken the law Mr. Stark. You can't terminate any of your teachers based on their sexuality!" now shouted Mr. Jones and the two looked at me angrily. "I thought you were a man of good leadership and knew the basic laws in an educational institution. Apparently I was wrong about that. I should recruit someone else for the position of principal at this school," Mr. Davis mentioned and I looked at him in shock. "Mr. Davis I beg you. I am a good principal and I will prove it to you no matter how," I declared, looking at the two of them hopefully. "You will immediately rehire Mr. Mitchell as your teacher. If this is not done by next week, I will be forced to dismiss you as principal of this school. Do you understand me!" asked Mr. Davis angrily as he looked at me with a serious expression. "Of course I do," I agreed. "I hope I have made myself clear. Have a nice day," Mr. Davis said goodbye and followed by Mr. Jones left my office.