The Journey[BoyxBoy]

Chapter 13:

Spencer’s P.O.V.

Gone. She was gone. That couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t.  She was alive and healthy the last time I saw her. How long ago was that? What, four months? How can someone be alive and then be dead four months later? That made no sense. Was she sick? Was there an accident? All these questions spouted out in my head endlessly but they never flowed out of my mouth.

“She got really sick, Spencer and they couldn’t stop it,” Grandpa tried to explain but it wasn’t enough. No, this wasn’t real. She was alive still. She couldn’t have gotten sick. She was healthy as a horse when I left.

                Billy gripped my hand, tighter, bringing me back to life. “Love,” was all he said. She’s not dead. My mom was not dead, I firmly told myself. She didn’t get to meet Billy, see me graduate, or see me do anything with my life. The last she saw of me was her loser gay son running away. She didn’t get to see what made me amazing: Billy.

“No, she’s not.” I said, yanking my hand from Billy’s and running to my room. I sat on the edge of the unmade bed, with my face buried in my hands. I felt like a child, acting like this but I was so angry. They were lying to me. They were telling a terrible life. Why would they lie to me? This was just a sick, cruel joke. There was no point to this life.  I hated them for lying to me. I hated, hated, hated them.

                Billy came in and sat down next to me, silently. It was a couple of minutes before he said anything.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I asked, uncovering my dry face.

“About your mom,” He said, almost as if reminding me.

“You don’t believe that shit, do you?” I asked, almost angry.

“What?” Billy asked, confused. “They aren’t lying to you, baby. She had cancer. The doctors caught it too late.”

“But, she was fine when I- when I…” I wasn’t able to finish the sentence. Billy didn’t say anything. All he did was hold me.

“They held the funeral today. Tomorrow we are going down there to say goodbye.” Billy said. I froze. We were going down to Gulf Hills. All of those people who hated me lived down there. Adam was there. Casey was there. All the kids that me for being gay were there. My dad was there. My dad. The person, who was supposed to love me no matter what but beat me every day of my life, was there. The man, who threatened to kill me if I ever showed my face, was there. Maybe he changed. If Mom really did die, maybe that softened him. No, he would never change. The town was never going to change.

“I’m going home to pack, but I’ll be back in a half hour.” Billy said.

“You’re coming?” I asked, as he got up.

“I’m not letting you go back there alone,” He said, seriously. He was thinking along the same lines as me. He knew what a monster my father was. He knew what the people in town were willing to do to a fag like me.