In bed with an Alien

The fraternity feast - Chapter 1

I was finally in the city of the Hollywood sign and behind the scenes of productions at Paramount Pictures, Universal and Warner Brothers.Well, it wasn't even a Harvard or Stanford, but it was the medical school at the University of California.

Just take a deep breath and smile. Just Breathe.

Classes started in August. The end of summer vacation! All I needed most was to lead a normal life and focus on my studies. And forget.

My name is Michael Nordans. 

I'm not exactly the type of muscular guy. Maybe beautiful. A meter and eighty managed to sigh when I passed the street where  lived before moving. And black hair is the most rebellious I have ever known. They never look the way you do. The practice of physical exercises had given me an excellent physique with broad shoulders and muscles very well distributed throughout the body.

Well, I had finally managed to move to the city of Los Angeles. 

And I worked part-time at the snack bar to help pay the bills. I had rented a room until it was quite cheap to save money.

I was also learning to be economical.

 Being thrown out of the house and disowned by my mother had not been such a disaster. There was my father's inheritance. And it was him that I missed now.

For my mom, I would never have been the perfect child.

 I was the student with high marks, the displaced, the shy and without friends who would never be what she expected. It had been difficult to finally achieve the dream of studying medicine. It was the first time that I was living on my own and it was no longer in my plans to return. It was kind of like my old lady used to say. We don't go backwards.

She wanted a perfect child in a perfect, traditional and respected family. 

All that mattered to her was keeping up appearances. That was her life. Not mine.

The whole problem was prejudice and blackmail. 

My genius was not the worst, yet I was the guy who was never going to be the traditional guy. Especially when your best colleague is a woman and you are also admiring the pictures of men in magazines.

I liked guys.

 See how it is not so difficult to say that now? It even gave the impression that my problems were left behind. My family was rich and, at the very least, they expected me to follow in my father's footsteps, running the business and forgetting my dreams.

I think everyone who lived with me was not so surprised. 

My sexuality concerned me only. My mother had not agreed. And I threw myself into the world giving "fuck" to everyone.

I can guarantee that the worst attacks come from home.

 There are wounds that leave no marks on the body, but last for an eternity. They are worse than someone who suffers at school. Someone should have told her that children are raised for the world. Physical attacks? For what? The psychological ones have cruel refinements and are mental torture. And she was posing as a victim. I sucked. At least in front of everyone and then, when the backstage closed ...

She embodied the true demon.

 I got scars that no one could see. Hollywood lost the actress of the century. If a woman doesn't want children, she shouldn't have them.

The Supreme Court guaranteed the right to an abortion procedure up to the so-called "viability point" of the embryo, about 24 to 28 weeks of gestation. After that, it was considered that the fetus could survive outside the woman's womb.