The Preacher's Boy L.S

Before The Reckoning

St. Francisville, Louisiana. That was home, my home. I never really planned on leaving the town, never really wanted to. But my problems have built up and my secrets have burned me. I am a disease, a problem, a sickness, that's what they say. They say 'I need to be fixed', but how do you fix something that was never really broken? Maybe I do need to be fixed, maybe I am wrong for my feelings. The night keeps getting playing in my head, what I did. What we did.

The music was pounding, the lights were flashing, and the drinks were burning.

Stop.

He smiled at me...

No.

I smiled back...

Stop it.

He pulled me closer, "Don't be afraid" he whispered...

Not okay.

"I'm not afraid" I whispered back and crashed my lips onto his...

Disease.

He grabbed my crotch, "I've never done this..." I breathed...

STOP.

He smiled, "I've got you..."

I felt the tears building up, I feel my throat burning from the acid rising. I don't regret it, why don't I regret this? I am a boy, he is a boy. This isn't okay, but I can't seem to actually believe it wasn't okay. The way he made me feel, throughout this whole thing, was absolutely amazing. I hate myself for even feeling these things, and yet I still don't want to change them. So I called the only person I knew would understand.

"Hello?" Her soft voice rang through my ears. I smiled but also sniffled, "Hey Gems," I said into the phone. I heard her breath hitch, "Harry?" Her voice quivered and she sounded as if the wind had been knocked out of her. I chuckled wetly, "Yeah s'me". The line got silent after that and we both knew why. "I'm sorry" we said at the same time and laughed after. "I miss you" she said and I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Yeah me too" I said and cleared my throat. "But I called to get some advice" I said bluntly, and she bummed. "Right, wassit?" She said and I sighed. "I-I" I paused and felt anxiety shoot through my body, like little bolts of electricity. "Haz, tell me. You can trust me" she cooed into the phone, her voice was soft. I didn't know if it'd still be soft after I told her though. "I don't wan'chu to hate me" I cried softly into the phone. "Never Haz, could never be hate you" she said quickly, trying to stop my insecurities. I nodded, "M'Kay, just promise me something" I paused and she hummed, "Don't tell anyone" I finished and she said of course. I let out a shaky breath, "I-I'm gay". I said it, I couldn't take it back now. It was out there in the world. It's true, and now, it's known.

The line was completely silent, and also tense. The only noises that could be heard were my soft cry's. "Ge-Gems?" I sobbed into the phone. She cleared her throat, "Wha-How? When? Harry stop fucking around! This isn't a joke!" Her voice sounded like stone, it pierced my heart and burnt my skin. I felt like my lungs were collapsing, because I was losing my breath so fast. I could faintly hear her spewing words of hate. "S-Stop" I sobbed into the phone, and she actually did. "Listen Harry, it's probably a phase, okay?" She said and those seven words slapped my across my face. This was my reality, no one will understand me. Because I'm broken. A broken preacher's boy.

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SOOOOOOOOOOO that's the first chapter(kinda short) I KNOW!!!!! Don't worry 😉! Imma make sure they get longer....SO FOR NOW THIS IS....

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THE PREACHERS BOY!!!!!!!!!🥰😍😂