Secrets That Remain: The Untold [Book 1]

Chapter 12: Jerks and Criminals

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF VIOLENCE AGAINST A MINOR. MENTION OF FIGHTS, HOMOPHOBIA AND FABRICATING EVIDENCE.

NOTE FROM AUTHOR: I, BY NO MEANS PROMOTE OR SUPPORT FOLLOWING COURSE OF ACTIONS IN ANY POSSIBLE WAY. FOLLOWING MENTION COURSE OF EVENTS ARE CRIMIALIZED AND YOU CAN BE HIGHLY PENALIZED FOR ENGAGING IN ANY OF THEM. READ FOLLOWING CONTENT KEEPING IN MIND THAT THIS PIECE OF CRAFT IS PURELY FICTION. DO NOT EVER TRY.

'Characteristics of Diodes, BJT, MOSFET, VCOs and Timers.' Walking down the stairs, my body reminiscences past few hours in all its glory. Today's lecture was something else. Even the very thought of that lecture makes my blood run cold; I can feel my soul vamoosing out of my body.

"Dude!" Maddie shouts as he matches my pace, shaking me like a damn branch.

"What?" I grumble in response. I am too tired to enjoy this.

"Sorry," he apologizes in rather sassy way. Before I can even accept his half-ass apology, he continues, "Anyways, so, I am coming with you to your home. I probably will be staying a night or two as I have some work to catch up with."

"Your relative still at your house? Are they staying a night or what?"

"Bitch! Don't even talk about them! They are temporary moving in, like can you even imagine?"

"What the—?"

"I know, right! But you know what you haven't even heard the most ridiculous part, yet."

"What?" I ask and he bitterly chuckles.

"So, as I told you they are living in my house... I mean my parents' house but they have the audacity to actually spray holy water everywhere in the damn house. When I asked them what they are doing, they said it was just a religious rite their friend suggested but later I overheard them talking how this can kill the existence of my 'gay demons' from this house thus acting like a shield for them and their kids."

"What the actual fuck?" I am shock. Well, I knew his parent's relative are not very accepting of his sexuality but isn't this too much? I mean, who does that? "Didn't your parents stop them?" I ask, even when I somewhat know the answer. I hope, I am wrong for once and his parents took his side.

"Bruh, you know how it is in my house. They don't care. They don't give enough fucks to care or even pretend to care about all the mistreatment I receive from their cousins. When I complain, it is always the same old classic story- 'Oh, but you still have a house. Oh, it is not like they are harming you. Oh, it is not like they said anything to your face. Oh, stop caring so much and don't take everything personally. Oh, I see, but you know what, I think it's all in your head. Oh this, oh that.' Fucking jerks." He grunts.

I feel sorry for him. He does not deserve this, no one does. I am lucky to have my Omma, who loves me so unconditionally. Her love, support and acceptance are the only reason I am alive today and reflecting upon that now, makes me feel like one lucky bastard. Bringing the hand, I was holding closer to my lips, I gently peck on it to bring some comfort to his hurt. He has been through a lot. "I am sorry. I wish, I can kiss away your pain," I add with sigh.