Chapter 2

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Oliver part 1:

12:36, Sunday morning mass was finally over. It was an agonizing experience and Oliver wasn't sure how long he had to keep pretending to believe. As he left the building all he saw was a group of like minded sheep believing in fairy tales and still holding onto their imaginary friend.

Now Oliver had tried to believe. Prayed, went to mass, read his bible but it seemed he just couldn't hold on any longer.

A strong hand grasped his shoulders and pulled him in. Lavender, he smelt. He recognized that scent. He turned his head, his guess was correct. Aunt Hilda. She flashed him a gentle smile. He attempted to do the same. Soon his father came up to them. Hilda let go of his shoulders and gave his father a great big kiss. You see when Oliver was twelve his mother died in a car accident. His father was devastated, as one would be. But two years later he marries her sister. Oliver could never bring himself to call her mum. But she did care for him very much.

You see If you're just an observer on the out lines Oliver's life seems like a dream. Two parents, good home, private schools and a  bestfriend that would take a bullet for him. But being gay with religious homophobic parents, being bullied and forced into silence, and trying to keep together an act and a mask of being this strong, doesn't give a damn person is lot harder than it seems.

When his mother died he had only cried once after that. And that was when he remembered that she was gone. He vowed to stay strong, for her. He stopped crying and ignored the numb,dull ache he felt when he thought of all the bad things in his life. He couldn't get help from his parents because that would require coming out to them. That would end with him living out on the streets.

It was hot, he noticed. The heat had tore him away from his thoughts. He was starting to feel the effects of the July sun. "Can we leave." He asked only to be met with silence. He was desperate to go home but his dad and aunt Hilda had to talk to everyone they could possibly find about today's service. This was going to be a long day.

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