everything is red [jd.tj]

ch. 8

Tyler
"Oh my God? Is he gonna be okay?"

"We aren't sure m'am. He got his skull cracked along with many broken ribs and possible permanent bruising and scarring."

I start to hear voices and the smallest of whispers surround me. I try to move, but nothing happens. I can hear my mom's delicate voice, but it seems so distant. Suddenly, a chill runs through my body, causing my little hairs go up. My eyes start to flutter open, but I quickly shut them because jeez it's bright.

"He's awake!" My mom shouts, causing me to wince from the loudness. I open my eyes again and smile slightly.

"Oh thank God you are okay! You had me worried sick Tyler!" I only shrug and let out a silent laugh. I wince again and start to feel a pain in my sides.

"Okay Tyler, you will be free to go later on, but first, let's get you some painkillers then some antibiotics. We'll let it set then you are free to go. On a scale of one to ten, how is your pain?" I put up 7 fingers. She nods and takes notes. "He seems good, on track, I will be back in a second Mrs. Joseph." She seems too perky for her job. Once the lady walks out my mom glares at me. "I can't believe you Tyler. Getting beat up again. I wonder why, huh?" I frown and look down at my hands. "They were making fun of you weren't they? Maybe if you'd talk and weren't a faggot you wouldn't get made fun of now would you?" I shake my head.

"Good, now get better so I can be-"

"Hello Joseph's, here's Tyler's meds." She hands my mom the bottle who takes it ever so kindly. I just sigh in disappointment. "Get well soon Tyler!" She smiles then trots out of the room. My mom glances one more time at me before shoving those pills down my throat.

Josh
"Good afternoon Joshua." I roll my eyes as I walk into my home. I throw my backpack into some random room for one of the maids to do my homework. Fucking damn women.

"Joshua I'm speaking to you!"

"Shut the fuck up woman! I don't wanna hear your shit!"

"You know something? All of this rude attitude is gonna come and bite you in the bum and guess who's gonna come crying to me? You! I oughta take away your privileges!" I just scoff and stomp off to my room.

I slam the door shut and throw my Rolex off. I kick off my shoes then change into some causal pajamas. For some people, these pajamas is what they wear everyday. Fucking poor people.

Tyler
Hayley came to my house when I got back home. She was super sweet and brought over a little get well basket, along with the work I've missed. She's still currently over right now.

'I still can't believe they did that to you' she signs. I just shrug and mouth the words 'me neither'

She sighs and grabs my hand with hers. 'Everything will be okay, I promise.' I smile sadly and nod. She leans in and pecks my cheek, making me blush ever so slightly. She giggles and sticks her tongue out. I just shake my head and lean i-

"Tyl- oh, am I interrupting something?" She smirks and wiggles her eyebrows. Hayley giggles again and shakes her head. I can see a flash of disappointment shine on my mom's eyes. Of course.

"You're mom is here sweetheart." Hayley frowns, but gets up anyways. She waves goodbye then climbs down the ladder. My mom looks back at me, sighing. "Well, at least I know you aren't a full faggot."

Crack.