The Boss is a Masochist?!?!?

Chapter 21

Thomas P.O.V.

I looked at the boys and realized one was missing.

"Where is the other kid?"

"Um Im here".

He had a shaky voice and I saw him come from the kitchen. Why was he there? I saw that even in the living room, he stayed as far away from the other boys as he could. Oh hell no.

"Christopher, what is going on?"

He turned away. "Nothing at-"

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!!"

Maxwell whimpered and I frowned and kissed his forhead. "Im sorry baby".

He kept his eyes closed so I continued talking to him. "That boy can't even stand near you. Dont tell me that nothing is going on".

I saw Christopher tense up. His friends tried to get up but I glared at them. "Sit. Down."

They sat back down quickly. I held on tighter to Max. He was still shivering. "We will talk about this first. Why is that boy scared of you? Tell the truth Christopher".

He looked down at his lap. "Well he would be bothering us so we would try to defend ourselves from him".

I took a deep breath and turned to the pink haired kid. "Is that true boy?"

He hesitated but shook his head. "So tell your side".

He shook his head again. "Why not?"

His voice was small. "I cant or else Im gonna get hurt".

That's all I needed to hear. If Maxwell wasn't in my arms right now, I would've started to beat the shit out of this kid. I have to keep my control though because I am an adult. I cant go beating on kids.

My voice turned cold and deadly. "Didn't I tell you I don't want you beating on people?"

He shrugged. "You dont get to shrug Chris. You will listen this time. Now look at me! And all three of you will listen".

They were all looking at me now. "What would happen if he had killed himself? What if he cuts himself? What if he does not have the best home life and school is his only place to escape? Im guessing he is gay since Chris has a great hatred towards anyone gay. Am I right?"

They stayed silent so I guess Im right. "Would you boys be able to carry on living normally knowing that you drove someone to hurt or kill themselves? What type of people ridicule others for being themselves? You boys need to understand that not everyone will live the way you do and in a world where there is so much diversity, you can't always expect to beat them and expext them to submit".

They stayed silent so I kept ranting. "One day, you will mess with the wrong person and then you guys will experience the pain".

I saw tears in one of the boys eyes. "Why are you crying?"

He started rubbing his eyes. "I know its not right for boys to cry but-"

I cut him off. "Who says it's wrong for boys to cry? You are a human. You have feeling and you are allowed to cry. I just want to know why you're crying".

He nodded. "I used to bully Ryan because I was jealous. He could be himself and even after we would beat him, he would still continue being himself. He would dye his hair and say what he wants".

I raised an eyebrow. "Continue".

He was wiping his eyes and looking at his lap and not at the other boys. "Im gay. I have been since middle school. I just..I wanted to be accepted. My family knows and accepts me but Im scared of coming out to my friends. I dont want them to hate me".

In a softer tone, I said, "What's your name?"

He sniffled. "Logan".

Chris, Ryan, and the other friend was looking at Logan in shock. I sighed. I tried to gently put Maxwell down but he started to cry and whine. It broke my haert but I had to put him down just for a little bit.

I went over to Logan and pulled him into a hug. "Its okay. Dont worry. I know it took a lot of courage to say that".

He cried into my shoulder and I continued to rub his back. Once he stopped crying, I went back to Maxwell. He was awake now and he was glaring at me.

His body was swaying a bit. "Stupid Michael!! Stop making him cry".

His words were slurred. Michael?

I went over to him and pulled him into my lap. He was shaking. "Dont leave Michael, I dont want to be alone. They don't like me. Dont leave me".

He passed out again. I rested my chin on his head. Ill look into it when he gets better. Ive met his grandparents before since they are the ones that raised him. They are the sweetest old people ever.

The room was quiet. I sighed. "We seem to have strayed from the topic. Why was Maxwell stressed?"

Christopher opened his mouth to talk but the other boy talked.

"My name is Robert. Im Christopher's bestfriend. Let me tell you what happened".

He glared at the other two boys.

"Ill tell the truth".

He started talking and my anger rose.

***

I just put Maxwell to bed and came downstairs. I started pacing.

"DO YOU BOYS HAVE A BRAIN?"

They shrunk back in their seat. "I should slap the hell out of all three of yall. Christopher, this is mainly Maxwell's home. When we got together, after a few years, he bought this house and told me he would pay for it and wait till someone recognized my talent. He never expected me to pay him back or anything!!"

"I honestly cant believe we are related sometimes. You are just too damn stupid sometimes".

He flinched and started with the tears. "Im done with the fucking tears Christopher. I have given you so much damn chances. I told you not to cause trouble and this is what you do"

I glared at Robert and Logan. "Do you two always go into peoples homes and trash their place? Is that really how your parents raised you?"

They shook their heads and looked down in shame. "What would you have done if I couldn't come and take care of Maxwell?"

Christopher didn't even respond. "You are still a child Christopher and until you learn to accept people and not be so selfish, you will always be a child".

"Make your own dinner and should I remind you that Maxwell has done all the cooking for you?"

I stomoed upstairs and crawled into bed with Maxwell. I hugged him close to my body. His skin was still warm. It's all my fault that he is sick.