The Art of Getting Cry (boyxboy)

Chapter 22: You're better than this.

(Leon POV)

Last night was a disaster. I had to apologize to Greg for creating a scene in his birthday. I just can't control my anger when someone touches what's mine. When I saw that dude grinding on Cry, I lost it.

I was so embarrassed. I know it wasn't Cry's fault. It was mine. I should have known better. Cry was just trying to be a good guest and he was trying to get that asshole off him but he was too drunk. I kept blaming myself and asking myself why I would let that happen. If I hadn't seen them, god knows what would have happened to Cry. I keep beating myself up in the head.

Suddenly, my phone rang and I answered it.

"Hey angel!"

"Hey Leon, will the church accept basket of fruits?" He asked.

"Of course, why won't they? I'll pick you up at 3, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Great, see you later!" I said as I hung up. Cry and I are going to send donations to the church charity organization that my family have attended for years. My mom couldn't make it so she gave me the task to do so. I am actually pretty glad because when I was a kid, I would always attend the mass with my parents but as I grew up and everything became toxic for me, I stopped attending anymore so to go back and donate for charity with my love is like a breath of fresh air.

I think it is also nice break from what happened last night.

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There is currently a long line of people donating. Cry and I are about to have our turn. As we are handing out our goodies, the priest took a good look at my face.

"Leon, is that you?"

My eyes widened in shock and surprise.

"Father Gene?"

"Leon, how are you doing, son?" He said as he pulled me for a fatherly hug before having a chat with me.

"I am doing well, father! I am about to graduate senior year of high school. How about you?"

"Well, still the same but I am handling more charity organizations than before. I am also going to have my retreat in Israel this week." He responded.

"Wow! I am glad you're still able to participate in various events."

"Well, this is my life, son and I am happily committed to it until the end."

"By the way, father, this is Cry. He is my boyfriend." I told him.

He looked flabbergasted but he still smiled.

"Wow! That was unexpected but you know what...live your life, son! I am glad you are pursuing what's in your heart. No one can judge us for our decisions except the One above."

"Thank you so much, father! It's nice catching up with you." I said before leaving. We were about to leave when suddenly, an old man started calling us out.

"Father, are you serious? Did you honestly encourage the immorality of those two homosexuals?" He said. I looked back with a glare but Cry was trying to pull me out of my furious state.

"Leon, let's just go." Cry said in a sad tone.

"Hey! What kind of hypocritical behavior is this? You both choose to enter the church but you both choose to be sinners? Go home, you faggots!"

I was about to charge and beat up the fucker but Cry kept restraining me.

"Leon, please, let's just go home!" Cry said in a shaky voice.

"Your boyfriend's right. Why don't you both go home?! The church doesn't need gifts from both of you, you abominable faggots!!"

That's it.

Cry's pleas no longer did any help. I tackled the old fucker down and started beating the daylights out of him. Every fist strike against his face, I feel a crunch and it's satisfying.

I can feel loads of people watching. Some are trying to restrain me but to no avail. There was already blood spurting out of his mouth and nose but I did not stop from there. I grabbed him by his collar and took him to the baptismal font and dunked his head in the holy water over and over.

"Leon, stop please!" Cry said but I was from sane right now.

"Maybe you need a little bit of holy water, old man! So you can exorcise the hatred and demonic words that are coming out of your mouth!"

Cry then hugged me from behind.

"Leon, please! You're better than this!" He sniffled. After seeing him cry, my rage was forgotten. It was replaced by a look of hurt and sadness. I let go of the asshole before running out of the church as fast as I can.