My gay boyfriend||an LGBT story🏳️‍🌈

Wake me

A/N: Hello my beautiful babies! I think it's safe to say January was an extremely hard month, and was definitely too much to handle. Thankfully, I got to celebrate another birthday and I'm beyond blessed to be able to do so. I hope everyone has had a safe Christmas and New Years, and I hope your ready for these next few chapters! 😉
                                                          Love, Daeliete💕
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My recovery has been both extremely speedy, and the slowest process ever. Some days, getting around is so easy. I feel like a snail on a trail of slime. Other times, I feel like a stroller being pushed while the wheel stoppers are on.
Today I make yet another visit to the hospital for a check up. Now that my stitches have been taken out, I still need to be checked so I don't relapse and catch an infection. My mom always warned me about infected wounds as a child. I remember hating getting Hydrogen Peroxide poured on my wounds and nearly hitting my mom for the pain. Now, I wish it was just a little Hydrogen Peroxide being poured on my wounds.
I winced as the nurse felt all over the once healed gashed on my chest. It no longer hurt to lightly tap the gash, but any pressure on my Dermis caused my entire body to turn another color.
"You seem to be healing well" the nurse told me, but it was not comforting.
"Thank you" I replied, emotionless
On my ride home from the Hospital, my mom turned down the radio. I was brought back to consciousness with a thump.
"I need to talk to you about something" She said, unsure of what tone her next few words should be said in
"What is it?"
"Spencer got arrested, today" she said, queasily
"What? How- why?!" I immediately sprung up
"He and Bradley had their houses searched around 48 hours ago. Many things were found in a box under his bed"
"Okay, so what they just found some drugs? A gun?" I flung my hand
"The entire plan to deeply harm you ever since he was 14? Yes, that was found" she immediately became silent and gradually massaged her pupils
"W-what?" I've never been this shocked
"So you mean, this was his idea?" I asked
"Not just his, there's 3 parts to this story. You have one last meeting with the sheriff tomorrow, then on to your very first jury trial" she concluded
"Wait wait, woah" I paused
"3 parts? Jury trial? What the hell?" I quickly realized the last thing I said and apologized to my mom immediately
"A swear word is the least of my concerns right now"
We stood in silence for a while. Out of no where, she pulled me into her arms and kissed my forehead.
"Momma is so, so sorry" she semi whispers "It's okay"
I hate the fact that my mom is apologizing to me for something she had absolutely nothing to do with. I know for a fact my mother would never want this for me, or ever try to cause me this form of hell. Sure I got into trouble as a child, but who didn't? Sure I may have said a few out-of-pocket things, but who hasn't? Sure I forced myself to go to a party, but I wish I hadn't. No regrets ever, but I have one now.
After the car ride, I went straight upstairs to my room and got in bed. I'm not sure of exactly how long it took me to fall deep asleep, but I woke up to being shaken by someone with gentle hands.
"Elliot, wake up" Sarah whispered. I sprung up and a pillow fell off the bed. "S-Sarah? How did you get in here?" I rubbed my eyes. "Your mom let me in. Can we talk?" She looked very unsure and in need of comfort. "Yeah, of course" my tone softened and I patted a spot next to me on my bed. She sat down rather close to me, and I was fully unopposed.
"Have you heard?" She asked me. "Yeah, my mom just told me everything not too long ago. Are you okay?" I looked up at her. Her eyes were fixated on the carpet of my bedroom. "I wish" she sighed. "What's on your mind?" I wrapped my arm around her and she leaned in. "This is all my fault, I could've said no when he asked me out. I saw all of these issues, and I never said anything or did anything about it. Now my dumb decisions have gotten a boy I like a lot really hurt" Sarah's eyes gradually got wider. "Holy shit, did I say that out loud?" She looked at me in pure fear. "You did, but it's okay. I promise" I stroked her shoulder. "I just made everything so awkward" I can tell she was ashamed to admitting she liked me, but who was I to judge? If I remotely even came close to telling her how I really feel about her, I would be laying horizontally in the air while breathing into a paper bag. "The feeling is reciprocated" I said. Why am I still on the ground?
"Really?" She looked up at me in shock. "Yes. I've felt like this for a really long time, but I never knew how to express it to you" I said. I felt like my entire body just plummeted through the floor of my bedroom. I haven't been able to breathe this clearly since before Bradley Dual gashed my chest.
Sarah smiled at me. "You're very handsome" she told me in the most genuine way. "You're very beautiful" I replied. That's when she leaned closer and closer to me, and those beautiful pink lips I've fantasized about for months touched mine. I'm in love.
"Okay, so about Spencer's arrest" she immediately said. We both burst into laughter. "Yeah, about that" I added. "Bradley's next" I said. She put a finger on her lips and raised her eyebrow. "So we're on the same page" she swiveled her shoulders. "I've wanted him to get arrested since we were in Eighth grade. From the selling of pot, to the girls he's used. God I've spent so much money on him, and he's never paid me back, not even one cent" I put a hand on her thigh. "That's horrible. So I say we just jump straight to the electric chair" I joked. Sarah almost fell off the bed. "Please!" She yelled. There was a whole series of joking for a solid Forty five minutes. Sarah needed to be home to watch her sister, so I walked her to the door.
"Thank you for today" she smiled. "Anytime, sweetheart" I kissed her forehead.