LEGS & FRAMES

CHAPTER FOUR

My parents finally had come to fetch me from Tyler's place . It has been hours I haven't spoken to Tyler and I hate to admit it that it makes me feel a little sad. Tyler is a good human with a good heart that is caring for people but instead of seeing that in him when the time was right I reluctantly pushed and pushed him away every chance I got.
I can see my parents from afar when Tyler opens the door for them because since the bedroom bed is not a distance to the kitchen. My mom came to me running without even greeting Tyler, and he hugged and squeezed me so tight that I couldn't help it but let a cry out , a deep cry out and that's when I smelled the perfume she had worn on her. It was a different perfume but I let that pass. I try to get up from the bed and my body is still in excruciating pain and I know I can do this , I am better than this.
My dad is having a deep conversation with Tyler ever since he came in , it's like he didn't come to see but Tyler. I am wondering if am I not too important that he can't see what I am going through and what I need right now is my parents together supporting me but he chooses to be ignorant of this situation. It's fine , my mother is mumbling - not that my mind is on her but on the conversation that my Dad is having with Tyler. My mother is asking so many questions and I can't wrap my mind of the questions because my focus is not there but the latter. That's when my she started panicking. My Dad then came and slide his hands around her tummy and rubbed it on her back - telling her she should always remember to breathe. I watched my Dad rub his hand on Mom's back , while she is controlling her breath.
Suddenly Tyler also stepped a bit closer to us like he is being forced. I looked at him vaguely.
" Baby , it's fine don't worry you're going home now , it will be alright " my mom said sounding scared.
My dad then asks me if I am going to be able to walk and I do not think so but I will have to try my best because I have been in this bed for days naked with just an underwear.
" Tyler , where are my clothes ?" i asked with an averted face.
" They are in the closet but I hope you don't want them looking like that , I will give you my T-shirt and some pants to wear you'll bring them back when you're okay. Okay ?" Tyler said pretending that he is not mad at me
" No , no don't worry I will bring back tomorrow after I did the laundry " my mom said hesitated.
" No Mom , it's fine I will do it. " I said calmly

Then my mom agrees by nodding her head to me , I know my mom can see that there is chemistry between me and Tyler which by the way will end here - as soon as I leave this apartment. Mom then asked Tyler ,
" It's you who have you been dressing this wounds?"
" Yes ma'am " he said aptly.
" You did an impressing work , this looks good ! It's like you have been told what to do "
Then Tyler forces a smile , he blushes. Oh my God I can't believe seeing him blush moves something inside of me , he makes me weak every damn time - the hold I have over this man is so flabbergasting. I myself I am flabbergasted. Tyler helped to get up from the bed and tried to walk with me to the bathroom where I would be changing to put on the clothes that he offered to borrow me. At first I struggled because the wounds are not yet. But then my dad hurried and helped me up and held my arm tightly to walk me outside to the car. My dad only asked me one question when he arrived here , my only worry right now is if I will be able to answer the questions they'll ask me.
Then my dad puts me in the back seat of the car and he then haulted for a moment so him and my mom could have a conversation , they were talking not that I can hear their conversation. I then swivelled to the door and I saw Tyler holding on the side of the door like someone who is standing on one foot , and child he had the balance. I then smiled at him and he smiled back. Maybe this is the assurance I needed that Tyler is not mad at me , Thank God.

The journey home in the car is a rather quite somber drive like we've just buried some family member and no one is talking to another just digesting the fact that one of us is no longer with us. I am busy figuring out words right on how I am going to explain to my parents what happened. Oh God also Mica. I missed Mica so much , her always being reprimanded continuously. And Lord I have to go report at school about what happened to me , when I had just abruptly vanished like that but I bet my mother had already done that work for me while I was injured.
I then lay my head at the back on the chair and release a heavy sigh and then that's when my mind transports me to the time I came out to my mother that I am gay and my mother's reaction was perplexing insinuating she doesn't know that.
All that my mother said to me at that time was that I will figure it out later when I am older , she believed that I was just going through a phase and it will soon blow over. This was infuriating because it was not a phase and I was going through , I was being honest about my true identity. My mother believes that I am going to marry and make love to a woman and that is not going to happen , just because she is a a devoted Christian and she will be judged by the fellow brethren for having a gay child. What also infuriates me is why we as queer children have to "come out " to our parents , it will never make sense to me because heterosexual people do not effing have to come out. This is just a dumb idea. It needs to be abolished. No one needs to come out to anyone. Let everyone make love to whoever the effing want to.