PLAIN and PROUD: Book 1 (BxB n LGBT)

Chapter 12: Literal Confession

Alain's POV

“Wakey, wakey sunshine!” A shrill, woman’s voice disrupted my slumber. I opened my eyes, feeling really groggy and disoriented. I felt like my world is starting to stop spinning but I didn’t dare to lift my head up yet. Somebody kissed my left cheek without even asking my permission first. It was hazy at first but then I realized I’m lying on a bed. The problem is that my hands and legs are tied tight using hard ropes on both bedposts. What the hell is going on?

I struggled to let myself free but I’m just too weak. It was as if all my energy had been mysteriously drained out of my entire body to the surrounding atmosphere. I need some explanations and my head hurts real badly, it felt like I’ve been knocked down by a freaking bulldozer or something. There was an excited applause from both sides of my bed. I strained my eyes a bit to make sure that I’m not hallucinating. There were two people clapping for my seemingly miraculous return to consciousness. Two people that I don’t think I’ve known before.

“Well, hello there love. I’m so glad you’re wide awake. I was extremely worried just now.” There was a woman sitting to my right and she was holding my right hand in hers. She smiled honestly at me as she massaged the palm of my hand comfortingly.

      “Hey there boy. We thought we lost you back then. Your mother here couldn’t sleep for days, waiting worriedly by your side.” The white man to my left croaked. He looked a bit funny and out of place, wearing an expensive-looking office suit and a short moustache much like Adolf Hitler’s. I was sure that the lady to my right is an Asian lady. Southeast Asian looking, probably Thai but I was just guessing. She looked rather familiar but I couldn’t quite put it where and when I’ve met her though. Anyway, she looked really divine and gorgeous. Like those powerful Asian deities in the form of captivating ladies, revered by all.

“Are you mute too, boy? If not, answer us then. We’re here now. We promise that we won’t ever leave you again. So what happened?” The tall Caucasian man asked but I’m still clueless, speechless. I seriously don’t know these people! Why and how the heck am I here again?

“You don’t love us anymore my baby? We’re really sorry for leaving you. It wasn’t intentional, trust me. We still love you so much. You weren’t a burden to us, never ever.” I am still struggling but she didn’t seem to notice that I’m tied down to the freaking bed! It felt like it was ignored on purpose so she just caressed my cheek rather creepily.

        “You can be mute all you want boy. But you should never be rude to you mother!” Suddenly, the heated man slapped me really hard on the face. The pain went piercing on my skin; he possibly left a red scorching handprint on my cheek. What the hell is wrong with him?

        “I also heard rumours that you’re a freaking faggot! I ain’t having no gay son!” Then, I received another powerful slap on my other cheek. He was an insane man! A Nazi-obsessed lunatic on the loose! I can’t react much, I could only wriggle feebly. The paralyzing weakness was still pressing down on my body so it felt futile to resist. He looked at me with disappointment.

“Honey, your father is angry for your choice to be gay. I don’t mind it at all. I’m a good mother so you have nothing to be afraid of.” The creepy lady leaned closer to pinch my cheeks and wiped the sweat of my forehead using her silky handkerchief. She smiled again, more like a crazy grin this time.

The small room was dimly lit and it’s getting really scary by the seconds. I wanted to shout out loud for help but there seemed to be no voice coming from my throat. It was stuck, dry and gritting like sandpaper, so it hurts to even try to get hep to get away from this weird couple. I feel trapped and annoyed. I tried my best to break free again even though knowing it was pointless. Why are these people doing this to me? Why am I tied here? My heart was racing inside my chest and I have a feeling that they knew but they stayed looming like two horrid shadowy figures by the bedside.