Hope you enjoy this next installment in the Scott and Cory chronicals!
CHAPTER 3
The Monday following our weekend excursion saw Scott and me meeting at the bus stop as usual. When I first laid eyes on him that morning my mind shot back to the past couple of days in the woods. We hadn't fucked each other after that first time, but there had been a fair bit of jerking off, by both hand and mouth!
The school day passed as any other, and the final bell ringing in an afternoon of only Scott and myself, together. During class I began to daydream about Scott more and more. I wanted to be with him all the time, spend every waking - and, for that matter - sleeping, moment with him. I had in him the guy that, if you're lucky, only comes along once in a lifetime! I'd do anything for him, if he asked me, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way.
We could see it in each other's eyes, the love, the adoration. I could sit and watch him for hours, and the knowledge that he was mine alone filled me with so much warmth I felt like it wanted to burst forth through my chest!
"Ah, jeez, Cory. I forgot!" Scott swore. "I have to run an errand for my mom after school, but it won't take more than 20 minutes or so, and then I'll come over to your house. Ok?"
"Sure, only..."
"What?"
"I'd rather you came at my house!" I smiled cheekily at him, my voice low so no one else heard. Scott rolled his eyes and tried to stifle a giggle.
I jumped off at my stop and strolled leisurely home. Both my parent's cars where in the driveway. Strange! What would both of them be doing home this early? I walked in and shouted hello, to be greeted in turn from the kitchen. I dropped my backpack in my room and then wandered into the kitchen, where my folks were seated at the table, talking. As I entered they spun around, abruptly ending their conversation.
"Hi," I smiled. "Why you home so early?"
My mom wouldn't look me in the eyes and stared at the kitchen table. My dad had this really strange look in his eyes, and the hairs on my neck tingled. I felt a bit lightheaded as I realized something big was up. Then fear and paranoia reared their unwelcome heads as I spied the folder of photographs lying in front of my dad. Was there something in them, something incriminating about Scott and myself? Oh, shit! I hoped as hell not!
"Let's go into the sitting room, Cory," my dad said. He picked up the photographs and I followed, sitting on the opposite side of the room, a sudden dread feeling that all was not well!
He sat down and I heard my mom switching the kettle on. There was a look on his face I couldn't read. He kept fiddling with the photographs, his eyes seemingly locked onto them.
I heard a car pull into the driveway and the slamming of three doors, footsteps, then the doorbell. My mom answered it and I craned my head around to see Scott and his parents enter. Oh, shit! What was going on? I looked at Scott and in his eyes there was terror. He came to sit on the same couch as me, but leaving room between us. He didn't utter a word, just stared at the floor. My throat was dry, my stomach felt as if I had swallowed a ball of lead!
There was silence as everyone took their seats. Ah, fuck this shit! I opted to make light of whatever situation this was.
"Cool, you got the pictures developed. Let me see 'em!" The sound of my voice cracked through the air, startling everyone. Looking from face to face I saw mingled emotions, mostly discomfort and uncertainty. I stood and reached for the photos, pausing before I took them. No one said a word, so I picked the folder up and sat back down, and began going through the photos.
Yup, they were of the weekend. I flipped through them until I reached the last one. I swear my heart stopped beating. I stared at the picture, at what it showed, and I knew the cause of this get together. This was the end, the end of Scott 's and my relationship. I knew it as clearly as the sun was shining outside, though to me the whole world now seemed shrouded in gray. A little out of focus, but to the edge of the picture where two guys, wearing only shorts, shirts and towels slung over shoulders, leaning against a tree and kissing. There were branches in the way, sure, so that features were obscured, but that meant nothing. The proof was evident. Damning!
After several very long moments I put the photos back in the folder and laid them on the coffee table, always staring at the floor, wanting to look up but unable to, hoping the couch would swallow me whole.
The silence deepened, making the whole atmosphere even more unbearable. Images of us moving again stalked through my mind, images of Scott and I being pulled apart and not allowed to see each other driving deep into my heart barbed nails of fear. If anyone has ever done something wrong, and knew it to be wrong, and then had his parents find out and confront you about it, especially when you were young, then you will know the feelings flowing through me, and through Scott as well, in all probability. The only difference was, we didn't believe ourselves to be wrong. Damn it! We weren't wrong AT ALL!
"How long has this been going on?" It was my father's voice, soft, but with no trace of emotion.
I tried to answer, but my tongue wouldn't co-operate. I opened my mouth and tried real hard to speak, but I couldn't get the words to come out.
"Since--Since you moved here." It was Scott's voice, laden with fear, almost inaudible.
"So it's true?" It was Scott's mom this time.
I nodded, and out of the corner of my eye saw Scott do the same.
"Why didn't you say anything in the woods?" I finally managed to speak, in all fairness, talking only to keep Scott in the same room as me for as long as possible before we were separated.
"I didn't know, then," my dad replied. "When this picture was taken, it must have been when Bill called my attention away for a moment and the camera shifted."
"I still can't believe this," Scott's mom said, and we could hear she had choked back a sob.
"The picture...the picture and what you just admitted wasn't the only proof, Cory." My dad, and there was steel in his voice. "Your mom found your underwear from the weekend."
I shut my eyes. FUCK! I cursed and swore and berated myself inwardly. Shit! Shit! Shit! How could I be so STUPID! This was MY fault. I had ended this, by being careless. It wasn't fair! We had put so much effort into hiding this from everyone, and I had to blow it! Tears formed in my eyes and I lowered my head in shame, not of being gay, but for the damage I had done.
Strange, that there was no feeling of embarrassment. But then again, that was due to my belief in that Scott's and my actions were right, that there was nothing amoral or wrong about our love for each other.
Scott spoke, his voice close to breaking. I could hear the despair in it, knew he would break down and cry anytime now. "We--We love each other." I was so proud of him, I wanted to stand with him, but was too afraid, too bogged down in misery. "It's not fair!" he growled, anger surging forth. My head shot up to look at my friend, my love, and saw tears streaming down his face, his hands clenched by his sides.
"We haven't done anything!" Ok, a lie, but hey, we were faced with having the only thing we cared about more than anything else torn from us. Each other! We were scared, and I couldn't fault him trying to take any avenue possible in his attempt to keep us together. "There's nothing wrong with loving someone, even if he is another guy. I LOVE CORY! HE LOVES ME! What is wrong with that? How can there be anything wrong with it? I--I--"
That earlier feeling of dread settled over me, and I knew something bad was going to happen. I couldn't explain it, just that I went cold all over. I wanted to cry out, yell that something wasn't right, but I couldn't move.
"How can you say that?" Scott's dad asked. His eyes flashed, and Scott's mom laid a hand on her husband's shoulder.
"Boys, you are young, too young to--to know...to understand the situation." This came from my mom.
"I think it would be best for all concerned if we keep them apart," my dad said, the words slamming the air from my lungs, crushing my heart with the sheer weight of the decision.
Scott's parents nodded, signifying the end of our happy days. I wanted to fight, but I couldn't. Scott was the first real friend. We shared so much in common, loved being with each other. The sex and carnal pleasures we gave each other an affirmation of our love for each other, our desire to be together.
Scott's voice exploded in fury. "WE LOVE EACH OTHER," he cried, the tears running faster. I wiped the back of my hand across my eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears. To no avail. "YOU WILL NOT KEEP US APART. YOUR IGNORANCE, YOUR HATRED OF US WILL NOT WORK! I WILL DO EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING TO STOP YOU! I DEFY YOUR DISGUST!"
And with that he flung himself over the couch and bolted from the house, crying. I wanted to run after him, join him, comfort him, to be with him, but I couldn't move.
No-one moved. My dad shook his head and said:"This isn't getting us anywhere, Bill."
Tires SCREECHED, followed by a sickening thud, and my heart went dead. My head spun around in the direction of the sound and then I was out of the house, my body moving of its own volition, my mind blank. I saw the scene as I sprinted across the lawn, a car in the middle of the road, several onlookers, the driver sitting in the car, and, oh, god, no. NOOO!
My world crashed and burned. Scott lay a meter or so behind the car, unmoving, his head resting in a pool of blood.
Spinning around, my blood boiling, I flung the word uncaring, unthinking, at the four adults coming up behind me.
"MURDERERS
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...to be continued