Everlasting Family

Gabriel Coleman- Chapter 19

Macon, Mississippi- 1954- Gabriel Coleman

Chapter 19

"Fucking shit, Pam!" I shout, throwing the empty bottle of toner into the trash. "If you finish a fucking bottle, throw it the fuck away!"

"Watch your fucking mouth, Gabriel!" my step mother shouts from the front of her salon.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I mutter, scanning the back room for more toner.

Finally finding something that will work, I grab it and take it to Pam. "Here, I'm finished for the day. I'm going back to the house," I tell her, grabbing my jacket.

"Make sure you clean the fucking house before I get home!" Pam yells as I fix my hair in the mirror before leaving the shop.

"Whatever!" I yell over my shoulder, slamming the door.

Heading to the one bedroom mobile that Pam and I live in, I push the door open and let out a curse when I see beer bottles and trash all over the living room. I spend a few hours cleaning up the mess that Pam and her friends made. Pam would flip her shit if she came home to this mess, so I need to get it cleaned up. She is easier to handle if she is semi happy.

Finally having the house clean, I grab my wallet and keys and head out again. I know Pam will be home with her friends soon and I don't want to be there for that shit.

Walking down the road, I search my wallet and find a five that I have been saving. I decide to use it for a milk shake and a burger at the diner a few miles away. It isn't long before I am lost in people watching and lose track of time. When I zone back into the present I see a group of guys in the corner of the diner watching me. They don't look too happy to see me here, so I grab my shit off the table and head out.

The night air is cold and biting at my face as I walk toward my house. It is only about four miles away, but I make the walk all the time so I am not worried about it.

About a mile from the diner, I notice footsteps behind me. I don't think much of it, this is a nice area and lots of people walk their dogs and other shit at night.

"Hey queer!" I hear a male voice yell behind me.

My heart starts to race and I pick up my pace. A lot of idiots around here think I'm gay just because I dress nice and do my hair and shit. They like to try and beat on me or rough me up when they can. But most of the time I keep to myself and they avoid me like they might catch it or something.

"I'm talking to you, fag!" Another guy shouts, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. Seeing three guys surrounding me.

I hold my hands up, showing I'm not trying to get into any fights with them. "I don't want trouble, just let me get lost and you can go about business like I don't exist. We cool?"

"I don't think so," one of the ass holes says, throwing a right hook that I manage to avoid.

When one of the guys comes up behind me and pins my arms to my sides, there is no getting out of it. I could hold my own against one guy, but not three.

This is going to end badly for me.