Gay is Normal

Chapter 8- Love and Death

(A/N: I am sooo sorry that I haven't updated in a while, guys! I've been pretty busy lately. Also, I'd like to thank all of my awesome fans reading this story! 28 reads means a lot to me(: Love yall! Enjoy Chapter 8!<3)

After school that day, I walk to my house with Camila as my bodyguard just in case my parents are home again. Camila seems very uneasy about joining me on our way there.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"It's just, I'm a little worried that they'll try to do worse than hit you with a rock sooner or later. I'm worried for your safety." she tells me.

"Cami, it's okay. Either way, if they're home or not, I'm staying at your place tonight again," I assure her.

She smiles a little smile. As we get closer to my house, I stare at the sidewalk and notice something shiny on the ground. A tiny pice of glass. And another one, and another. I keep walking and as I watch the glass on the ground, the size of the shards increase. My heart is pumping very hard.

Is this a sign from my parents? Are they going to try to hurt me again? Or worse, are they going to hurt me again? I feel very uneasy now. As I walk and stare at the large pieces of glass on the ground, I see a large piece of glass, with ketchup on it. Oh wait...

Camila stops me dead in my tracks and seizes my arm. "Let's just go to my house, Kase. Please." she says, looking so innocent and scared shitless.

"No," I say very firmly, "No, my house is right around the corner and I want to see what my parents have in store for me today."

"Kasey, no. I want to leave now." Camila says to me, her eyes starting to water.

"Well then go. You don't have to be here with me." I say, angry that she won't allow me to turn the corner.

"Fine." she says. Tears begin streaming down her face and she turns around and starts to walk in the opposite direction, towards her house. I watch her walk away from me, feeling like a huge dick for making her mad. I also don't feel as safe now, but when Camila is out of my site, I turn the corner and run towards my house, not looking at the glas on the ground any longer.

I stop running, when I take a glimpse at the ground and, to my surprise, see a chainsaw sitting on the sidewalk, covered in "ketchup" yet again. I am terrified to look up at my house, but I finally am able to force myself to.

I look up. When I look at my house, my heart drops, but beats 1,000,000 times per second. I start to cry and scream so loud. I'm adjusting to the fact that I see my father lying on one side of the yard, his head on the other. I also see my mother lying on the ground. Her head has been smashed with something, for it was nothing but bright red liquid and flat. Her face, her skull for that matter, was completely crushed.

I now know what the chainsaw on the ground was for. The bladed end was used for the be-heading of my father, and the other end was used for the skull crushing of my mother. But the glass... What could that possibly mean?

After I am stare at my dead parents for a while, crying in pain, my first instinct is not to call the police. It is to turn around, start walking down the street, and text Matty, "Can I stay over at your place?"

Matty replies instantly, as usual, "Of course, babe. My address is 13547 Park Avenue. See you soon<3"

I walk to Camila's house to get my stuff. I enter her house, and barge up to her room, crying still. When I enter her room, she is sitting on her bed doing homework and listening to music on her stereo. She jumps up when she sees me.

"Kasey, you scared me!" I begin to pack my things together, she sees that I am crying. "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"Cami, I'm staying at Matty's house tonight, the next couple of nights, actually."

"Why? What happened at your house?" she asks me, sounding very concerned.

I pick up my suitcase, look at her, and reply, "It doesn't matter."

I begin to walk out but she follows me out. "Kasey, it obviously matters! Why are you so upset?! What happened?!" she screams at me, chasing me down the stairs. I begin to walk out the front door. She grabs my arm and yells, "Kasey!"

I turn around and scream back at her, "They're dead!"

She stares at me, beginning to cry. I start to cry even more. I turn away from her and start to walk to Matty's house. Park Avenue isn't very far from here, so I don't have very much time to stop crying in order for Matty to think that I'm okay, unless I walk really slow. But like that's gonna happen. I want to be with him as much as possible.

When I reach Matty's house, I knock on the door. I am still crying, and squeezing the handle of my suitcase super hard. When the door opens, Matty's gorgeous smile immediately turns to a frown of great concern. I think to myself, "No. Pleaase smile, that's all I need. I don't need support, I just want to see you smile and be with you all the time."

"Babe, what's wrong?" he asks me, taking my suitcase from me and allowing me inside his house. I feel the warm breeze inside his house. The nice homey feeling, like at Camila's house. I wish I was more familiar with it.

"Let's go to my room," he says, and I follow him down a hallway and walk into his bedroom. It is blue themed. His bed and it's comforters are blue, the walls and carpet are blue. Everything is blue. He closes the door and sets my suitcase in front of it. We both sit down on his blue bed, which I now learn is a water bed.

"What's wrong? I hate it when you look sad," he tells me.

"My parents are dead," I tell him.

The room is silent. Matty reaches over and hugs me, which makes the bed shake like crazy. "Everything is going to be okay." he assures me. Those words healed my tears. My eyes are dry, and I feel safe. I reach over to hug him back.

He begins to kiss me. I can't resist. This is what I need, to relive what happened at school today in the janitor's closet. I take off my jacket, revealing my green t shirt. The next thing I know, he's taking off his shirt. He then starts to take off my shirt. Then we stand up and walk towards his closet, our lips not parting at all. He turns on the light, and we walk in the closet. As he begins to close the door, he starts to take off his belt. The door closes...

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The closet door opens. The both of us are shirtless, but we have the nerve to, at least, put our boxers back on. We lay on his water bed, holding hands.

"I love you," I say to him.

"I know," Matty says to me, "I love you too."

I rest my head on his shoulder. He rests his head on mine. We both fall into a deep sleep.