Life Trials part 3

Gus

It’s been a couple of days so I’m allowed to go home now. I refuse to talk to my parents at all while we are here. Why should I? “Come on Gus!” my mother calls. Stupid woman. I can’t stand her. She’s such a push over and I’m so mad especially with my mind all messed up right now. The drive home is awkward and silent until my dad asks, “Why the hell’d you do it Gus? I knew you were a no good piece a shit.” “John” my mother whispers. “Shut up” he yells back at her. “You shut up. Why the hell do you think I took steroids? I have to win. I always have to be perfect for you. Well you know what? You’re the no good piece of shit!” I clarify. Dad sharply pulls the car over and jumps out of the car. His face is red as he tares open the back door and drags me out. He hits me right in the eye. I slam my fist into his cheek and run. My father stumbles backwards, trips, and watches me run away. I continue running as my mother calls my name. Blocks away I stop and double over. In front of me is a wrecked old house with holes in it’s porch and peeling green paint.. Some windows are boarded up. I think it’s empty as I enter and slouch on the floor panting. Sweat rolls down my face as I close my eyes and drift off into oblivion.

Shanice

I embrace the walk home from school. This is my time. I am free, but I’ve learned that freedom is fleeting. The door is unlocked as I reach my home. I push it open and notice my father’s jacket on the floor. He hasn’t been home this early in a long time. A cough from the direction of the couch startles me and causes my eyes to drift that way. Sitting there are two men. My father and our next door neighbor Mr. Johnson. His eyes search my body with a greedy hunger I look towards my father for help, silently pleading for him not to make me do this again. “Get in there girl” he says coldly and points towards my room. “Please Daddy” I beg. His slap is quickly upon my cheek. It pulses with anger. “Go.” he pushes through his teeth. I run to my bedroom glancing into my mothers eyes as I go. She does not help me. She’d rather it be me than her and that kills me. She’s my mother. Mr. Johnson’s footsteps follow mine upstairs. He closes the bedroom door and pushes me down on the bed. His cold rough fingers crawl up my shirt. The walls seem to move in on me. His weight is soon upon my naked body and I close my mind as I have done so many times before. My body knows the act, knows the tricks. It can do this on it’s own. I let my soul drift outside of me and cry. Later I hear Mr. Johnson’s footsteps going downstairs. I know he’s paying my daddy now. “Was it good?” my dad chuckles. “It was great man.” Mr. Johnson replies and they both laugh together. This makes me sick, being sold like a slave and my Daddy enjoying it. I don’t move again until the sky has grown dark and I see a light flickering in an abandoned house close to my own. The light pulses and my body is no longer under my control. It moves out of the house and down the street towards the light. Feeling empty I wonder if this pulse of light is really my soul calling to me. Drawing me here. Or is it fate trying to reach me?

Ogden

Suddenly I realize where I am. I push Collin’s body away from mine and run down the hall searching for people. It’s completely empty. My head is pounding as I make my way back down the hallway towards Collin. He watches me like a cat and I feel light and restless with this adrenaline rushing through my body. “I can’t be gay.” I whisper to myself. “Why not?” Collin asks me. His ask look sad and hurt. I feel so overwhelmed. What the hell did I just do? What the hell did I just do? I push myself through the school’s doors and out onto the sidewalk. My feet pound across the pavement in rythym with the pounding in my head. I hear Collin’s footsteps behind me. My lungs burn. My mouth is dry. I’m forced to stop and my eyes fall upon the old abandoned house in front of me. The porch is full of holes and the green paint is peeling. I enter and run upstairs to a small room. It’s empty except for an old chipped dresser and a slanted bed with one of it’s legs broken off.

Collin

“Ogden!” I call repeatedly. My throat is burning and my head is light. I’m not used to all this running. I make my way up the stairs of the old house that I saw Ogden enter. I see him sitting in a small, dusty room. His knees are clutched to his chest. A single tear rolls down his cheek. I want to hold him, protect him. This fierce, strange, passionate angel I’ve found. My chest is heavy with pain as I watch him hold himself and pretend he’s alone. “Ogden, Why do you reject yourself?” I plead “This isn’t me. I can’t be …” he explains. “Why are you so cruel to yourself? You are you and that can’t be changed by repeating something over and over again.” I state and kiss him on the kneck, feeling his warmth. He pushes me away and a fall to the ground. I can feel my heart begin to tare close to being broken, but I can’t give up. I don’t know why, but I can’t leave him. In retaliation I kiss him again. I’m fighting anger with love. War with peace. He punches me in the chest with a look of failing anger in the eyes. My chest aches, but I grab his fist and kiss it for one last try. I’m determined not to lose this strange boy. As I look into his eyes, I know that I have won. Our kisses are hard, fierce, and careless. As time passes I hear someone enter downstairs, but I have no intention of interrupting this pleasure. This strange passionate love.