Maximum Overload [BoyxBoy]

Overload 10-Teach You How to Love

So...This chapter is short and sweet. But I believe that it is necessary. Comment if you wish. Enjoy!

Overload 10-Teach You How to Love

The steady beeping beside me told me that I was in fact still breathing just as it had five years earlier. I opened my eyes to find myself in a typical hospital room and the warm presence in my hand told me that Kale was there, before I even looked. I pulled my hand back without even looking. “Hey,” he whispered obviously upset that I had taken my hand away. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened?” I asked, avoiding his question.

“You got really drunk and they think that you had a panic attack.” Great so I had suffered from emotional overload, how manly of me. “Max?”

“Yeah?” I still didn’t look at him.

“What were you going to do with that knife?” His voice cracked. “Max?”

“Well, I suppose that I intended to kill myself.” I said roughly. I instantly felt bad about snapping at him because none of this was his fault and I had no right to act like it was. “Hey, I’m sorry.”

Kale just nodded and then looked down at his hands. Then he seemed to work up the nerve to ask the question that I had hoped I would never have to answer. “Who’s Jordan?” He looked at me expectantly.

“He is…He was my older brother.” I corrected myself.

“You were close.” He said this as more of a statement than as a question.

“Very, we did everything together. We were inseparable until he died.” I took a deep breath. “Hell, we even stopped breathing together the only problem being that he forgot to start again.” My attempt at humor was a weak one. The look on Kale’s face was one of pure sympathy.

“You can tell me you know? I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”  That is when I told Kale everything about that night. By the end silent tears were streaming down my face and brimming in his eyes. “Whatever happened to Tanner?” He asked.

“About six months later he killed himself. He loved Jordan and he couldn’t handle it.”

“That’s unfortunate. Is that why you stopped Gabe from beating me up?” He asked and I realized from the look on his face just how much that had meant to him.

“That’s part of it,” I began. “The other reason is personal. Trent, the one who raped me and stabbed Jordan, is Gabe’s older brother…” Kale’s face paled.

‘That’s horrible. Did Trent ever get punished?”

“He was charged with murder and sexual assault. Most of his friends went away too but he is the only one still locked up. Do you happen to know when I can leave?” I desperately needed to change the subject before my emotions once again got out of control.

“Yeah, you can leave at any time. I’ll drive you home when you’re ready.”

“I don’t want to be gay.” I blurted and he just looked at me trying to figure out where I was coming from.

“Why?”

“Jordan died because he was gay. I was raped and every time I touch you I can’t help but remember that even in the very back of my mind.”

“Jordan did not die because he was gay Max. He died because there are judgmental assholes out there that need someone to take their aggression out on. If Jordan wasn’t gay then they would have found some other reason to hate him. And there is one thing that you are forgetting Max.” His voice rose slightly in anger.

“What?”

“Trent claimed to hate your brother because he was gay. Yet you are a guy and he raped you. So what does that make him? ”

“What are you saying?”

“I think Trent was gay and he hated himself for it. But most of all he hated that Jordan could be openly gay and he was happy.”

“I never thought about it that way.”

“Well you should have.” He grunted. It took about an hour to get the discharge papers drawn up and for me to be allowed to go home. Kale drove my Chevy home and we now sat in the car in silence. “What are you thinking Max?” He whispered. I continued to stare out of the window.

“What are we?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I just want to know where we stand. Are we roommates? Are we just experimenting? Or is there something more here? I’m just really confused here…” Ugh, I had always hated when girls asked where we stood but here I am, being the girly one. Gross.

“I can tell,” He smiled and I glared at him.

“I’m being serious here Kale. I don’t want to be….gay….but I feel something for you. I just don’t know.”

“Neither do I, but I know that I like you and I think that even if you won’t admit it or don’t know it yet, you like me too.”

“I don’t know how to like a guy.” I whispered.

“Then I will have to teach you how to love one…” His words sent a burning blush onto my face. Me blush? Ugh, what is happening?

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