Subjects: Secrets Uncovered - Chapter 15
Warning: The following story has homosexual content. If you are offended or made uncomfortable by material concerning sexual relations between consenting young men, then don't read. If it is in any way illegal for you to be reading this, then don't. Otherwise please continue reading.
"What are you doing here?" I shouted at him, getting up off my chair and standing defensively behind it.
"I told you," he said. "I've come to take you home."
"I'm not going," I said back.
"Yes you are," he said again.
"Why the hell should I? Why the hell should I go back to a house where my own father hates me?"
I knew that he didn't really hate me, but I wanted to say that so he would bring up the subject.
"Jason! How can you say that? I don't hate you at all!"
"Then why the fuck did you call me what you called me?"
He paused, took a breath, and looked at his feet.
"I'm sorry. I was angry. Just...seeing you two together...I had no idea..." he trailed off. I didn't know what to say.
"But I've calmed down now. Your mother and I just want you to come home so we can talk about this. That's all."
I stared at him wearily. There was something about his tone that made me very uncomfortable.
"What's there to talk about?" I asked. He looked at me as though I had just asked the most asinine question in the world.
"What's there to talk about?" he repeated. "Plenty." He turned his head and saw that Barbara and Ricky were looming in the background, pretending to be occupied, but actually eavesdropping on everything.
"But we'd like to speak in private," he said, sharpening his tone.
I took a moment to consider. There was just something about him, something in my gut that told me not to go home with him. I looked him up and down. He was pretty young for a dad, around 45. Physically, though, I was far stronger than him. His build, as with most men his age, had deteriorated as soon as he hit his late thirties. The beer-belly set in, as did the attitude toward exercise. I, on the other hand, was at least three inches taller than him, and had a bigger upper body than he did.
"Okay," I said. "Let's go home. Let's talk about it." He looked at me, a little unnerved by my tone, but silently left the house through the front door, and started his car. I walked up to Ricky.
"Turns out I won't be staying," I said. He looked at me through glassy eyes, as though he were about to cry. "What?" I said, smiling and putting my hand on his cheek. "It's not as though you'll never see me again."
"I know," he said. "I just have a bad feeling about this."
"Me too," I said. "But don't worry. I'll be fine."
The look in his eyes showed that it wasn't just myself that didn't believe what I'd just said. I didn't need to say anything more, though.I gave him a kiss on the lips and walked to the entrance hall to grab my keys.
"Barbara?" I called out.
"In here, Jase," she called from the den. I walked in. She stood up and walked toward me.
"I'm off now. Thanks for everything," I said.
"What's 'everything', Jase?" She forced a smile.
"I dunno," I said. "Just...opening your home to me."
"You're always welcome here." She leaned in closer to me, her mouth just next to my left ear which was facing away from Ricky, and whispered, "You don't know how much you mean to Ricky. After everything the two of us have been through...you were like some sort of Godsent angel. If you ever need anything," she looked me straight in the eyes, took my hands and squeezed them. "Anything," she said again. "You tell me."
I smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye baby!" I called as I was walking out. I turned my head to see Barbara smiling wryly at Ricky, who was bright red.
I got into my golf, turning the key in the ignition and pressing the button that neatly folded the top away. I slipped on my Oakley sunglasses and pulled out of their driveway. It was terrible of me to drive around so egotistically, but I got such a kick out of the people who would stare at me and my car.
I got home about 10 minutes later. I switched off the car stereo and turned the key anti clockwise, removing it from the ignition. I got out of the car and slowly began walking to the front door.
I turned the handle, but it was locked. Confused and suspicious, I picked the house key off my bunch of keys, and slid it in the lock. As it unlocked, I opened the door and walked in. My house was filled with an eerie silence. I felt like a stranger in my own home.
"Dad?" I called. "Mom?" Silence. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
"Hello?" I called out again. I felt the fight-or-flight sequence begin; my palms started sweating, I went pale, and I started shaking.
"Where the hell is everyone?!"
Comments or suggestions to satoriboy2000@yahoo.com
Satori.