Ch. 7
I hadn't had any other incidents like the one a few weeks ago, but I was still on my guard, and kept my eyes out for anyone with the same voices or a man with brass knuckles.
Hannah was beginning to get worried with me. She said I was always lost in thought or looking behind me, and at some point she cornered me and made me tell her what was wrong.
She stood in front of me, looking up at me in concerned anger.
"Felix, what's up with you? You're always looking behind you when you walk, and whenever you're talking to someone you just zone out. Tell me what happened," she demanded.
I gulped and took a deep breath, then looked down at my shoes. "A couple weeks ago I was out running and I got jumped for being Transgender... The two guys who beat me up called me a sinner and a freak and said God won't forgive me..." I trailed off. I could hear her quiet gasp. After a moment, she lifted my chin up to look at her. She was crying.
"I'm so sorry, Felix... I... I'm so sorry..." she sniffled, then kissed me softly.
I kissed her back, until she pulled away. Then I said, "It isn't your fault. You didn't cause it nor could you have stopped it. If anything they would've hurt you too if you were there." It was no use. She wasn't listening.
I took her hand and rested it on my heart. She looked up at me as I told her, "I'm alive. It hurt, but I'm not dead. They can do whatever they want to me, but I won't let them hurt you."
She tensed up, as if she were about to speak, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers passionately, keeping her hand over my heart and interlocking our fingers.
