Stabs At The Heart || ONGOING || Dnf

{Chapter 7} Thanksgiving

TW: slight homophobia

It was finally Thanksgiving break. My mom and I decorated the dining room with fall stuff and put out our good kitchenware.

"I'm going for a walk mom!" I yelled while making my way out the door.

I walked to the park that I always went to on breaks. I never had time to go anywhere on the weekends because I was catching up on missing work.

Before I got to the park, I went into a 7-elleven and grabbed myself some gummies and a soda.

Then I went to the park and sat on the swings. It was cold, I should've brought a jacket instead of a hoodie.

I pulled my wired earbuds out of my pocket and connected them to my phone.

"Oldies" is the name of the playlist I pulled up on Spotify. Letting the songs shuffle, I started swinging and enjoyed my evening.

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Not long after I finished my food, I felt a push on my back as I fell from the swing.

I lifted my head and took out my earbuds to find Clay and some chick staring at me.

"This is the gay freak I was telling you about," he said to her.

"He looks like he's taken a beating," she laughed.

"I can give him one if you want?" Clay asked.

"No no it's fine. I hate the sight of blood."

"Go ahead and walk without me," he said will winking at her and smacking her ass.

Gross.

She left and Clay crouched down to get to my level.

"How've you been Georgie?" he said lifting my chin up with his hand.

I still have a couple of scabs left from the thorns. And my lips were pretty busted as always.

"Trying to impress a girl?" I asked with a slight grin.

He grinned back. "Yep, something you're gay ass could never do."

"Something my gay ass would never want to do," I said.

"You're fucking gross! You know that?" he snapped.

With that I earned a punch across the face.

Why can't he just wait til school?

Clay lifted my head again and made me sit up so I was sitting on my legs.

"Have your lips always been this busted?" he asked while caressing them with his thumb.

Those eyes again. He's definitely someone I can't read through. I just don't get this man.

"Your date is waiting," I said to him.

He let go of me and walked away.

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"...Amen," we all say after finishing our prayer.

"I'm so glad you could make it sis! We haven't seen each other since the fourth of July," my mom said to my aunt.

"I know! And how are you doing George? How's school treating you?" she asked me.

"Well I'm-"

"We found out George was being bullied. But he says it stopped," my mom said cutting me off.

"Oh my! When did it end? And how long were these kids doing this to you?" my aunt asked.

"They stopped about a month ago. But it started at the beginning of my sophomore year. It's fine now because they don't bother me anymore," I lied.

"Thank god! You're the only one left in this family to keep our last name going. It would be tragic to find you beaten to death!" said my aunt.

I glanced over at my mom. She was already looking at me. We both knew that she didn't know I was gay.