Lonely Nights

Chapter 1

"Mylo, don't forget about your physical therapy after school today," dad reminds me during breakfast with him, my five siblings that are living at home, and our step-dad whom we call papa.

Nodding at him while swallowing my mouthful of food; "Yeah, I remember. How am I getting there?"

"Ryan is picking you up from schoo to take youl," dad responds with a smile.

I don't like when Ryan takes me to my physical therapy sessions. He is still holding onto unnecessary guilt from the crash he and I were in together. Ryan was driving his car when a drunk driver ran a stop sign, ramming into my side of the car. The driver and Ryan walked away with cuts and bruises while I didn't walk away as I am in a wheelchair, and attend physical therapy four to five days a week. The therapy sessions consist of leg exercises, and trying to walk with different forms of help. The nerves in my back and legs were either broken or cut. The broken nerve fibers were repaired with surgery and therapy, and the cut nerves of the nerve outer wrap and the inner fibers of the nerves were repaired with surgery. I am still gaining feeling and motion through therapy.

"Okay," is all I can respond with since arguing with dad about Ryan taking me is pointless.

I think Ryan taking me in a way helps him heal from the guilt but on the other hand, I think it is holding him back from letting all the guilt go, and to move on from this event. I never have nor will I ever will blame Ryan for the crash, or my injuries, and yes I have told him this.

"Finish up everyone, or we are going to be late for school," papa comments when he notices my expression since he knows how I feel about Ryan taking me.

Papa knows how I feel about Ryan taking me occassionally to physical therapy, he has never said anything to dad about the situation. Though I know their marriage is strong, I feel their communication skills are highly lacking. Even though papa is not our biological parent, he has been more of a parent to us than our biological mother. She left us after she and dad divorced, and we haven't seen her since either. Um, let's see, Myles and I were 7-years-old when dad and mom divorced, so we haven't seen her in ten years, and dad and papa were married seven years ago.

Wow, I feel horrible, please let me introduce myself. I am Mylo Edward Nolan, and I am 17-years-old, gay and proud. I am a senior in high school along with Myles who is my older twin by five minutes, and he is straight. Ryan is 23-years-old, and works at the local hardware store, and lives with his girlfriend Corri Peterson.

Then there are my sisters. Kelley who is 21-years-old, attends the local college studying psychology as is her girlfriend Nora Troye. Then there is Tammy who is 19-years-old, bisexual, and dating a guy named Hayden Lee . Hayden is at the local college, too, and is studying anatomy. Then there is my younger sister Sonya who is 15-years-old, a 9th grader, single and straight. Last but not least is Ryder, and he is 13-years-old, a 7th grader, pansexual, and dating a boy named Adam Stewart.

"Let's go kids," papa says once we have cleaned breakfast up.

Groaning as I hate school like most every teenager in the world, I think. I don't get bad grades, and it is not because I have no friends as to why I hate school. I hate school because I am bullied by a couple of guys due to my physical condition, and sometimes I see Sonya being teased because of me. My plan is to be walking by my graduation, and no one knows this but me, and my physical therapist, Gabriel.

Following papa, Myles, Sonya and Ryder out of the house as papa drives us to and from school every day as he works there as the vice principal. Daddy works as a military weapons expert for the government, and is a retired Marine as of five years ago. Papa parks the van at the school in his parking spot twenty minutes later with the five of us, and we climb out to head into the building. The middle and high schools are in one big building only separated by a double door in the center of the building.

"Have a good day guys," papa says after giving each of us a hug before we head our separate ways.

"Bye papa," I say in reply since I am the last of us kids to leave, and the only one to give him a farewell.

"Bye buddy, I will have pain relief ready when Ry brings you home," he says softly to me as I leave.

"Thanks," I murmur, making my way to my homeroom; hoping Axel and or Molly are already there, and not one of the damn jocks who like to make my life miserable.

If they are not throwing things at me, they are grabbing at my chair as I go by to try, and toss me from my chair. I get frustrated when they do this, but I really don't appreciate it when they tell their reasons as to why I am this way because Ryan was trying to kill me because I am gay. What the bullies don't realize is three of my siblings are not straight; as Kelley is lesbian, Tammy is bisexual and Ryder is pansexual, but I would never out my siblings.

Rolling to a stop outside the homeroom door, to turn the knob and open the door before heading inside. I find the room empty except for the teacher, Mr. Lang who is sitting at his desk, and he smiles at me as I enter, and shut the door behind me; "Morning Mylo. How are you today?"

"Fine, thanks Mr. Lang," I say heading to the table that I share with Molly and Axel.

"How is physical therapy?" he asks as I settle myself at the table and lock the brakes of my chair.

"It is going well, but I am ready to be done, and walking already," I honestly inform him with a half hearted smile.

"I am sure you are, but don't push yourself beyond what your body can handle. Doing that will slow down your progress," Mr. Lang says as he opens the door since class is starting soon.

Grabbing the novel I have been reading for leiasure since I don't have any homework to finish for today since we are in study hall when I hear a female voice ask; "Whatcha reading, cutie?"

Molly plops down in the empty chair to my left as Axel sits on the one to my right, and both grinning at me broadly; "Of Mice and Men."

Molly instantly frowns at me and my book choice as we read this novel two years ago in our literature class; "That book is so boring. I don't know why you like it."

"It is not boring, Mol, and it is a classic," I pout as I place my bookmark in the pages before closing the books, and place it back in my bag.

"Sure it is not," Axel scoffs, rolling his eyes at me as other students enter the room.

Instantly ducking my head when Tim Kline, and his buddy Ian Paul enter the room. Both are smirking at me when they spot me, despite my friends sitting with me, and Mr. Lang being in the room. Tim and Ian saunter over to us, and Tim slaps his palms against the tabletop causing me to flinch at the sudden loud noise even if I was expecting it to happen.

"What is up faggot? You know you are brother was trying to kill you, right?" Tim taunts with a huge smirk.

"Fuck off Tim, and what you said is not true," Axel growls as he pushes his chair back as he stands bring himelf face to face with Tim and Ian.

"Oh, but you see, what I said is true. You see, God doesn't like fags, and this one should have died, but he still can do all us a favor by just killing himself instead," Ian spits back with an evil smirk at me.

"You two can head to the office, and speak with Mr. Nolan on how you feel about his son. Make sure you let him decide what steps need to be taken with the two of you," Mr. Lang's deep, and very pissed voice growls from behind Tim and Ian.

Both boys instantly freeze as their smirks drop off their lips at Mr. Lang's voice; "We were just messing around with you, weren't we Mylo?"

"You weren't joking, but I understand how worthless I am being one of a handful of kids who are not straight at this school," I murmur as I unlock my breaks to leave the room.