Jaycen and Aubrey are settling into married life with children; but will a new doctor on the scene tear them apart? Chancez is still reeling from the return of his presumed dead mother and his new half brother who happens to be Derby's son. Will the...
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LESLIE
There are many moments in a person's life. Some moments are insignificant and there are some moments that are the most important of all. We are born. We talk for the first time. We walk for the first time. We go to school for the first time and watch our mother cry as the bus pulls away from the bus stop. We meet our first crush. We meet our first love. We experience an orgasm for the first time...oh, what a moment that was. We have sex for the first time. We realize we are not like everyone else for first time. We accept who we are finally. When I was a young boy, I did everything a little boy was EXPECTED to do. I played sports, checked my older sister and younger brother, dated and had sex with girls, and looked forward to my future with the woman who would ultimately be my wife. What we don't realize is...we also play with dolls whether it be Barbie or G.I. Joe, emulate our older sister while making sure our young brother doesn't see, spent immense amounts of time with our boys and maybe even sexing a few girls with them; while reminding ourselves everyday that THIS is normal.
What is normal? How do we know that being different is not normal? Someone said to me once, "How do you know that being straight is normal? What if being straight is the difference?" I walked away from that conversation with the realization of we are born the way we are supposed to be. Do you really think a five year old boy would CHOOSE to like his five year old best friend who happens to be a boy? He is groomed and taught to like the five year old little girl across the street, so he grows up believing that is normal. But, is it?
That night has played over and over in my head for the past month. I can still hear the sounds, their voices, my screams. I can still feel the pain, the humiliation, the horror of the situation. I can still see their twisted faces, the carpet as I laid there in my own filth, Rylo's face as he watched me ripped apart by animals who claimed to be his "brothers." I can still smell the masculine musk in the air, the metallic hint of blood and the funk of not being prepared in a situation that was never supposed to happen. I can still taste the underwear that was stuffed in my mouth, the blood from biting down on my tongue from the excruciating pain and the semen that dripped down onto my lips after "Nigga Knock" had bust his nut.
After all of THAT, the most significant moment about that night was what Chase, Rylo's fraternity president said to him. I heard it so clearly and distinctly. It was right after my brutal attack was complete. He and Rylo were having a conversation amongst themselves, assuming I was too far gone to hear what they were saying.
"Nobody tells me NO," Chase said to Rylo helping me to realize why this happened. "Now, I can walk away from you with a clear conscience. Clean your boy up and then the both of you get the hell out of here. We're done," I heard Chase say as the door to the room opened and the slammed shut.
It was the last thing I heard before I closed my eyes and passed out. I don't remember anything else about that night. I woke up the next day in pain worse than childbirth, I'm sure. Rylo was right next to me, clutching me tight as if I was a fragile bird. I adjusted my eyes to the morning light and cleared my throat, before kissing him lightly on the forehead. He groaned as his eyes fluttered before opening and looking at me. I could instantly see the wave of guilt and remorse rush over his face, as he sat up to look at me.
