Anga's Origin

Chapter 3: The Worst Feeling

Anga and Suited worked tirelessly to get their homework done. Anga helped Suited solve many of the problems that confused and dazed him. Suited helped Anga with all of the stitching he had to do on his scarf project. They worked in unison as a team.

"Ok, so now just go over with the stitching." Suited said as Anga carefully sewed together the last of the stitching. He cut the string and held up the scarf with his mouth.

"Doeth thith look good?" Anga asked, muffled by the scarf.

"It looks great! You'll definitely get an A." Suited replied.

"Thank you, Suiter. I do not know what I would do without you."

"Heh, no problem."

Anga folded the scarf carefully and put it in his bag. He took a deep breath before nudging his friend.

"Suiter?" Can I tell two something?" Anga started.

"Yeah? What is it, Anga?"

"Um.. I.. I like you." Anga confessed.

"Thanks? I like you, too. I don't see why you had to say that. Typically best friends like each other. Hence the best friend part." Suited replied.

"No, Suiter, I did not mean like best friends. I meant more as.. well.." before Anga could finish his sentence, Suiter blushed and backed up a bit, mouth hanging open.

"You mean like.. like like?!"

"Y-yes.." Suiter stood in silence, taken by complete surprise by what has developed. A moment of silence proceeded, causing Anga to doubt his chances.

"If you do not feel the same way, I understand. We can still be best friends, just not ga-" Anga was cut off by a sudden outburst by his friend.

"Don't say that word!"

"I-I am just-"

"Anga you have to go. My parents will lose it." Suiter began to get a tear in his eye as he said those words.

"W-what do you mean? W-we're still friends, right?" Anga pleaded.

"ANGA GO!" Suiter turned his back to the shocked earth pony. For a moment, Anga didn't believe that this was happening. However, when he realized he was really being shunned by his best friend, tears flooded his eyes. He grabbed his things and sprinted out of the door, balling out crying.

The entire way home Anga cried his eyes out. He showed no sign of stopping. He had just lost his best friend.

Anga burst through the door to his home in ecstatic fashion, causing his parents to jump.

"Anga! What in tarnation is wrong with you? It is not polite to run into the house like that!" His father sternly said.

"I-I am sorry father.."

"What is the matter, Anga? I have never seen you this upset before." Anga's mother stated.

"I.. Suiter..."Anga had too much trouble speaking through the tears and sobbing. His father put a hoof on Anga's shoulder.

"Speak son, you can tell us anything."

"Suiter.. Does not.. Want to be friends anymore.. He kicked me out of his home." Anga finally said.

"What?! Why would he do that?!" Anga's mom said with a gasp.

"I knew that boy was trouble. I must have a talk with his parents. Tell us, why would he do such a thing to our perfect boy?"

"I-I told him about my feelings for him.. And.. and.. He-" Anga couldn't finish his sentence because of the shocked looks on his parents faces.

"What.. did you just say?" Jay Sky asked his son, looking at him as if he'd seen a ghost.

"H-he kicked me out because of my.. Feelings for him.." Anga repeated.

"You-you're gay, Anga?!" His mom screamed in shock.

"B-by definition, yes." Anga replied, and without hesitation, Jay Sky raised his hoof and smacked Anga across the face.

Anga fell to the ground, yelping in pain. As he tried to get up, blood dripping from his mouth, his father pushed him onto the ground, pinning him.

"F-Father?!" Anga yelped.

"Do not tell me you are gay again! You hear me, boy?!"

"B-but dad, I am g-" Anga was interrupted by another smack to the face from his father.

"If words will not work, I will beat the gay out of you!" Jay Sky continued to smack his son, even giving a full forced punch every few hits. He continued speaking, hitting Anga after every word while his mother watched. "I. Will. Not. Have. A. Gay. Son!" After one more hit, Jay Sky picked up the bloodied and bruised colt and threw him across the room. "Are you still gay, boy?!"

Anga laid on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose. He had a swollen black eye and his crimson red mane was a mess with blood dripping from it. Anga cried through his good eye and sobbed, which only made the pain worse. Hearing the question his father asked, or more yelled, Anga was afraid to find out what would happen if he gave his honest answer. He stumbled to get up, legs shaking. They felt like spaghetti to him. His whole body was weak from the beating, but he was able to muster up a nod. The answer his parents were not looking for.

"If you are still gay, then GET OUT!" His father yelled.

"B-But- I-I am your son.." He whimpered, choking on his tears and blood.

"We will not have any homosexuality in this house! As of now.. I have no son." His fathers words seemed to make time stop around Anga. Was this really happening? His own father was kicking him out of his home. Anga's heart sank as low as it could go. He wanted to scream in dread, but the pain wouldn't allow it. He tried to move to protest, but his father turned his back to Anga along with his mother. Just like Suiter did. Anga was rejected again, this time by his own parents. Though he was in severe pain from the brutal beating his father gave to him, nothing could top the worst pain Anga was feeling now. Rejection. Everything was a blur, noises were muffled and Anga felt very dizzy. He could barely make out what was being said.

"Where did we go wrong?" His mother cried, weeping into Jay Sky's shoulder.

"Did you not hear me, Anga?! Out! And never return!" His father yelled.

This time, Anga was able to move enough to get out of the way of his father's wrath. He fled to the door, limping at every step. By now, night had fallen on Talltale and everything was too dark too see. However, Anga just ran. He didn't know which way he went, but he just kept going. He no longer had a home. No longer had a family. No longer had a friend. He was alone.

Anga ran for about an hour before slowing due to exhaustion and pain. He stopped next to a bench, hoping to have at least somewhere to sleep. Unfortunately he didn't have enough energy to climb up onto the bench. As he put a hoof up, he just collapsed. He could no longer move a muscle in his body. His breathing slowed and everything became a blur once again. He laid motionless, barely breathing. He felt like he was going to die. Before he fell unconscious, though, he could hear a muffled voice. He couldn't tell who it was or where it came from, but he could here the words, just two before he passed out.

"Anga? Anga?!" He heard hoof steps coming towards him, but he couldn't stay awake long enough to see who it was. He passed out on the cold, hard floor.