Made To Be Broken

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Made To Be Broken

Status: Finished

Made To Be Broken

Book by: AMS1971

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Book by: AMS1971

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

At age 14, Noble Richmond becomes devastatingly aware that he is gay. Being raised in a Christian home and church, Noble believes that being gay is a sin, and desperately seeks God's healing and deliverance – telling no one of his secret. Now, nine years later, Noble is engaged to a Christian girl, Rebecca, who he believes he is genuinely in love with. Convinced that God has answered his prayers and delivered him from the sin of homosexuality, Noble sees his future with Rebecca as bright and promising. But when Rebecca's step-brother, Jonah, shows up at their engagement party – Noble is forced to question his deliverance and finds himself struggling with emotions and desires he insists is not natural for one man to feel for another.

Summary

At age 14, Noble Richmond becomes devastatingly aware that he is gay. Being raised in a Christian home and church, Noble believes that being gay is a sin, and desperately seeks God's healing and deliverance – telling no one of his secret. Now, nine years later, Noble is engaged to a Christian girl, Rebecca, who he believes he is genuinely in love with. Convinced that God has answered his prayers and delivered him from the sin of homosexuality, Noble sees his future with Rebecca as bright and promising. But when Rebecca's step-brother, Jonah, shows up at their engagement party – Noble is forced to question his deliverance and finds himself struggling with emotions and desires he insists is not natural for one man to feel for another.

Chapter33 (v.1) - Necessary Lessons

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Submitted: March 17, 2014

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Necessary Lessons

 

“You’ve gone too far
Who do you think you are
Is this what you came for
Well this means war.”

 

- This Means WarNICKELBACK

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“Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like a fire in my blood.”

 

- Holding Out For A Hero,  BONNIE TYLER

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Mason was lost. What the hell was going on here? The desperation with which Noble clung to his hand, and the distress in his eyes didn’t coincide with the words coming out of his mouth. Or rather, that one word; Yes. Of course, Alan wanted Jonah out of his life…but why was Noble going along with it?

“Excuse me.” Mason murmured, but Noble held onto his hand when he started to leave, anxiety strong in the young man’s eyes. He squeezed Noble’s hand. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He felt as if he were leaving the boy in the midst of a pool of sharks as he left the room, but Jonah needed to know what he was walking into. And what to expect when he got here.

In the waiting room, he called Jonah a second time. When it went straight to voice mail, he deduced that Jonah must be driving through a no service area at the moment. So he left a message assuring Jonah that Noble would be okay, but explained his condition and what happened – according to Alan. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we should talk before you just walk in there. Text me when you get here.”

Mason closed the phone and ran his fingers through his hair then rubbed his eyes. God, could this get any worse? He groaned and shook his head. Please don’t answer that.

“You called your son?”

Mason flinched and turned quickly. Alan stared at him dryly. “Yes. I did.” Mason admitted.

“Is Rebecca right?” Alan asked stiffly. “Do you expect her to just step away and sacrifice Noble to an abominable existence?”

“Well, first of all,” Mason said. “I don’t appreciate your reference to my son’s life as abominable. And second, Rebecca is an adult. I’m not going to tell her what to do. Although I really think it would be in everyone’s best interest to face the reality of the situation.”

“Tell me,” Alan raised a cynical eyebrow. “What is this reality you speak of?”

“Noble is gay.” Mason said. “And no program is going to change that. Marrying him to a woman isn’t going to fix him. It’s just going to leave them both miserable, locked into a relationship that isn’t fulfilling to either of them.” He shook his head. “I care about Rebecca and Noble both, and I want to see them both in strong, healthy relationships.”

Alan stared at him. “And you think Noble engaging in a relationship with your son is healthy?

“I do.” Mason nodded. “But I realize, we don’t see eye to eye on that.”

“You damn well got that right.” Alan said tightly. “And it is a mute point because Noble is in favor of marrying Rebecca. He understands that being in a relationship with another man is…sick. So I do hope that while speaking with your son…you told him to stay away from mine.”

Working very hard to keep his anger in check, Mason told him, “Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, Jonah cares deeply for Noble. Nothing I – or anyone else – says is going to keep him away from here when he knows that Noble has been hurt.”

“I may not be able to keep him from coming to the hospital,” Alan informed, “But I can keep him from seeing Noble. He is not allowed in his room, and I will inform the hospital staff of that fact. And if he tries to cause shit, I will have him arrested.”

Mason just stared at the man, blood pumping forcefully through his veins, burning with the need to knock the man on his ass and bring him down a notch or two. His sense of superiority and control seemed to give him the impression that he was untouchable. You try to keep Jonah away from Noble and you’ll find out just how ‘touchable’ you are.

“So unless you wish to be visiting your son through a glass window,” Alan went on, “You’ll keep him under control.”

“Are you threatening me?” Mason spoke low, tight. “Threatening my son?

“I’m simply telling it like it is.” The man said dryly. “Or as it will be if he tries to cause trouble.” He wiped a slow hand over his mouth and for the first time, Mason took note of the slight discoloration to his knuckles.

Keep that motherfucker away from Noble, Dad! I know how he talks things out with him. Mason’s brow creased; What had Jonah been implying? He looked at Alan, eyes slightly narrowed. “Does it seem odd to you,” he murmured. “That the men who beat Noble…left his face untouched?”

“What?”

“That is typically the first target…in a hate crime especially.” Mason said quietly. “The face is usually the first to be hit. Yet Noble doesn’t have so much as a scratch on his. Gay bashing is quite brutal…so why doesn’t he have any black eyes, split lip…whatever?”

Alan’s face tightened. “How the hell should I know?” he bit harsh. “Would you have preferred he was beat up worse than he is?”

“Of course not.” Mason said low. “It’s just…the nature of the crime…his face should be bruised and swollen. It makes no sense why they left it alone.”

His eyes narrowing, tightening, Alan just stared at him.

Mason’s gaze shifted from the man’s face to his hand, and gave a slight nod, “What happened to your hand?”

 

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He didn’t receive his dad’s voice mail until he was nearly back in town. That fucker was trying to pass off Noble’s condition as a random beating? Jonah squeezed the steering wheel until his arms ached, his teeth clamped so tight it caused a thumping pain in his temples. When he approached the hospital, he didn’t want to take time to talk to his dad, he just wanted to see Noble. But he did as his dad had asked, and sent him a text when he reached the entrance to the hospital. It was impossible to hold still, and he paced back and forth until the glass doors slid open and his dad walked out.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jonah approached him with swift strides, hands squeezed into fists, aching to lay them to flesh. “I want to see Noble. Is his fucking dad up there? I swear to God!” He went to move past his dad, but Mason caught him and pushed him back firmly.

“Just wait.” Mason insisted. “Now tell me what you know about Alan.”

Agitated, Jonah told him what Noble had said about the things his father had done to him as a kid, and how scared of him he still was. Jonah’s throat knotted. “I promised him, dad.” He choked tightly, jaw clenched. “I fucking promised him I would never let his dad hurt him again.”

“It isn’t your fault. You had no way of knowing his dad was there when you dropped him off.”

Jonah shook his head, raking his fingers through his hair with force. “I don’t care. I should have been there.” Tears burned and rose up quick. “I could’ve lost him, dad. That fucker could’ve…he could’ve killed him!”

“Jonah.” Mason gripped his arms. “Don’t do this. Don’t start blaming yourself again.”

Pulling back, Jonah shoved both hands through his hair, choking on a hard sob. “I lost Patrick. I’m not going to just stand back and fucking lose Noble too!”

“I’m not asking you to.” Mason said. “But you can’t just-”

“What, dad? What can’t I do? Beat the motherfucking shit out of him? Yes – I can!

“Jonah, just hang on-”

“No!” Jonah shoved past him and swept through the entrance doors like a raging, destructive storm. He forced himself to calm just long enough to find out which room Noble was in, then strode quickly to the elevators.

“Jonah!” His dad came through the entrance doors. “Wait!”

Punching the Up button hard, Jonah ignored his dad and willed the doors to open. When they slid apart, he stepped inside and hit the close button in time to lock his dad out.

“Jonah! Dammit!” Mason stopped short, his eyes tight, worried as he held Jonah’s stare a moment before the doors closed.

Jonah stood stone still, breath rushing forcefully through his nostrils, face hard as granite. When the elevator jolted to a stop, he shoved out through the doors before they were fully opened. He swept past other bodies in the corridor, nearly colliding with one or two, the only sound in his ear was his pounding heart and surging blood.

 Rounding the corner, at the far end of the hall, Rebecca stepped out of the room. Jonah’s blood boiled. You brought him here, you bitch! When she spotted him coming her way with purpose, her eyes hardened and she stepped towards him.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “You have no right to be here.”

“Get out of my fucking way, Becca, or I swear to God I’ll move you myself.”

“Jonah, just leave.” She insisted harshly, her voice rising.

The door opened and Colleen emerged, followed by a woman Jonah didn’t recognize but could only assume was Noble’s mother. “What is going on?” Colleen started then faltered when she saw Jonah. “You shouldn’t be here, Jonah.”

“My boyfriend is in the fucking hospital.” He hissed. “Where else should I be?”

“Knock it off.” Rebecca glared at him coldly. “Noble is not your…boyfriend. God, what is wrong with you?”

Noble’s mom stepped forward. “You’re not allowed to see our son. Noble doesn’t need you around confusing him and messing up his life.”

Jonah stared at her as all that Noble told him came rushing back in clarity. His fists clenched. “If I could ever hit a woman,” he spoke low, dangerous, “It would be you – you fucking cunt.”

“Jonah!” Colleen gasped sharp.

Ignoring his stepmom, Jonah’s hard eyes cut into the other woman. “You stand here, knowing full fucking well what really happened to Noble, backing up your fucking husband’s bullshit story – and you have the fucking audacity to stand in judgment of me?” He stabbed a finger at her. “You are the ones who are going to burn in fucking hell!

“Stop it, Jonah!” Rebecca fumed. “Just get out of here!”

Jonah turned on her, eyes blazing. “Fuck you, Becca! I used to think there was still some shred of the girl I used to know there inside you somewhere. But I was wrong. That girl is dead and gone. And I am fucking done playing nice with you. This!” He jabbed a finger at Noble’s door. “This is your fucking fault! You brought that motherfucker here when Noble told you not to. So you can thank yourself for Noble getting the shit beat out of him!”

Rebecca recoiled beneath the force of his rage. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Fuming, Jonah hissed, “Asked his mother…or what passes for his mother.” He pushed through them and shoved open the door to Noble’s room.

 

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A recent dose of pain medication had Noble drifting in and out of wakefulness. When he felt Jonah’s touch, the warmth of his lips, he was sure he was dreaming, imagining the man’s presence. His arms felt weighted when he tried to reach for him. Soft kisses on his face, his ear, pulled open his heavy-lidded eyes.

Jonah’s fingers slid through his hair as he pressed his forehead to Noble’s brow. You’re really here. How had he gotten through his father’s brigade? “I’m so sorry, baby.” Jonah’s voice was thick with tears, remorse. “I shouldn’t have left you. I should’ve been with you. I should’ve…” he buried his face in Noble’s neck, body trembling. “I should have protected you.”

Swallowing hard, Noble touched his arms, sliding his hands down to his wrists and gripping. “Jonah…”

“I’m here.” He kissed his brow then his lips. “I’m sorry, Noble…I promised I wouldn’t let him do this to you again and…” Tears filled his violet eyes and ran down his cheeks.

“Don’t.” Noble choked and shook his head slowly. “It isn’t…your fault.” His hands shook as he rubbed them gently over Jonah’s handsome face. Images from the previous night with the man rose up one after another. And on the tail of those memories…his dad’s threats, his demand that Noble marry Rebecca. Noble grew tense, eyes darting around the room. “My dad…”

A hardness clenched Jonah’s face. “I don’t know where he went.” His voice was granite. “But when he returns…he’ll wish he’d kept on going.” Emotion squeezed his words. “That fucker is gonna pay for this. I swear to God he will.”

 Noble gripped his hands, holding tight. “Jonah…if you do anything to him…he’ll have you arrested.”

“Then I’ll give him a damn good reason to arrest me.”

“I don’t want you to be arrested.” Noble tightened his hold. I need you out here, with me.

Tears shimmered in Jonah’s eyes and he tugged the blanket down to Noble’s waist then drew the hospital gown to one side, exposing Noble’s bandaged ribs and the fierce bruises across his stomach and on his sides. “Look what he did to you, baby.” Jonah said thickly. “I don’t care what they do to me afterwards, but that motherfucker is not going to walk away from this untouched.”

 

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The proof of Jonah’s passage was evident in the emotional carnage he’d left behind outside of Noble’s room. Though so far, there was no evidence of physical carnage, which he had fully expected to find. Alan was nowhere to be seen, but Tessa, Colleen and Rebecca were riled and upset. Mason could only imagine what his son had said to them. God knew, the young man had been in no state to be respectful or even civil.

As soon as Rebecca spotted him, she came towards him in a fury. “What is wrong with him!” she cried, eyes burning. “What gives him the right to just bully his way in there? Get him out of here, dad! He has no right to be here!”

“The language he used on Tessa was exceedingly uncalled for.” Colleen jumped in. “He has no cause to attack her. What has gotten into him?”

Mason’s eyes cut past his wife and daughter and rested hard on Tessa Richman. “Are you going to tell them?” he spoke low, despising the very sight of the woman. How the hell could a mother turn her back on her own child? “Or should I?”

Glancing anxiously at the other two women, Tessa shook her head then adopted a calm air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mason.” She said evenly. “It is mine and Alan’s place to look out for our son. And yours is disrupting his life, leading him down dangerous, spiritually detrimental paths.”

How could she stand there so calmly and spew out this bullshit? Did she actually believe what she was saying? Did she honestly think that what Alan had done to Noble  - was justified? A necessary course of action?

Look out for him?” A short, bitter laugh rolled up his throat. “Is that what you call it?”

“Dad, what-”

“Is there a problem?” Alan interjected from behind Mason.

Mason turned. The man looked at him dully. Tessa nodded, “There is.” She said. “Mason’s son forced his way into Noble’s room.”

“What?” Alan’s eyes narrowed and snapped back to Mason. “I told you he was not to see Noble.”

“And I told you that nothing anyone said would keep him away.” Mason’s face pinched, nostrils beginning to flare. He glanced again at the man’s hand; Alan had never given him a straight answer as to what had happened to cause the bruises. But after speaking with Jonah, Mason had no doubts about the source. “By the way, Alan…you never really said what happened to your hand.”

Alan shook his head. “What?” he bit back, annoyed.

“I used to see that quite a bit.” Mason said. “Back in my teens. My buddies and I used to do a lot of bare knuckle boxing. But to avoid getting chewed out by our folks, we just hit each other in the body…never the face.” He nodded at Alan’s hand. “The results looked a hell of a lot like that.”

Alan glared at him. “Are you trying to imply something?” he murmured coldly.

“Not making implications.” Mason said slowly, eyes hard. “It’s a straight up fucking accusation.”

“Mason,” Colleen stared at him, confused. “What is going on?”

Alan jabbed a finger at him. “Get your fucking faggot son out of Noble’s room – now! Or by God, I will.”

Stepping back, Mason smiled dryly and motioned towards the door. “Be my guest. But keep in mind…you haven’t been intimidating him since he was a young boy.”

Face twisting, Alan huffed up. “I’m not afraid of some faggot.”

Mason shrugged. “Well, that’s your second mistake. The first being that you beat the shit out of the man he loves. Really bad idea.”

 

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“I need you to be honest with me, Noble. What is your dad trying to do?” Jonah’s fingertips played over the young man’s face, thumbs tracing his lips. His voice stretched taut. “Besides put you in your grave?”

Noble hesitated, fear shadowing his watery eyes. The bastard wouldn’t just beat him and walk away – his agenda was to control him. Jonah didn’t have to meet the man to know that much about him.

“He’s still pushing the wedding, isn’t he?”

“Yes.” Noble whispered and squeezed his fingers around Jonah’s wrists. There was a real fear in him that somehow, his dad would triumph in all this. But what could he expect the guy to think? His dad was the monster of his childhood, and he’d followed him into adulthood.

Jonah nodded slowly and kissed him. “Well, first of all, let me reassure you – that ain’t fucking happening.” He leaned into the kiss and murmured with soft determination, “You belong to me now. No one else is getting you, I can guarantee you that.” He drew back. “You are mine, right? You did promise you would never take back your I Love You.”

Tears thickened in Noble’s eyes. “I’m not taking it back.”

“Then how does your dad think he’s going to get you to go through with this wedding?” Jonah asked. “By sheer brute force? A good old fashioned shotgun wedding? What?”

Noble just looked at him, that fear resonating heavily in his stare.

“He’s holding something over you, isn’t he? What is it, Noble? You don’t have to be scared to tell me.”

“You.” Noble choked softly, tears breaking.

“What?” Jonah frowned.

“He…threatened you.” Noble whispered. “Threatened to…ruin your life if I didn’t cut you out of mine.”

Jonah raised an eyebrow. “And you were considering this option?”

More tears welled up in Noble’s eyes, mixing with hurt and even a smidgen of shame. “I didn’t…know what to do.” He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “He has a way of making me believe…he can do whatever he wants. I can’t just let him take everything away from you, Jonah.” His chin trembled and eyes squeezed tighter, pushing out the tears, as he curled one arm over his face. “I love you too much…to be the reason your life is destroyed.”

Jonah stared at him, lying there with little to no regard for his physical condition, but rather hurting and scared for Jonah. You are too wonderful, baby. Jonah slowly removed his arm from across his face then wiped his tears away. “Look at me, baby.”

A tremor ran through Noble and he opened his eyes.

“Your dad is one audacious motherfucker.” Jonah murmured. “But the reality is…the only way he can take everything from me – is if he takes you away from me. Everything else…it doesn’t mean shit to me if you’re not there to share it with me. I’d rather live under a bridge with you, than live a life of luxury without you.” He smiled and kissed him softly. “So there, his leverage is eradicated. He has nothing on you now.”

Noble’s lips pressed tight, eyes shimmering. “How do you make everything seem so simple and easy?”

Smiling, Jonah rubbed his lips across Noble’s mouth. “Because most things are simple and easy…it’s just human nature to complicate it.” He kissed him, drawing a low moan up Noble’s throat.

“You need to leave. Now.” He hadn’t heard the door open, or been aware when the man entered, but his sudden presence refueled the fury smoldering inside Jonah.

Tension squeezed every muscle in his body as his lips lingered against Noble’s mouth. “If you tell me no,” he whispered. “I won’t touch him. It’s up to you, Noble – what do you want me to do?”

Noble trembled, brow tightening. “I want you…to teach him a lesson.”

A slow smile curved Jonah’s lips. “Will you come visit me on the inside?”

“Every day.”

“And you’ll wait for me?”

Noble licked his lips, and nodded, “Forever.”

“Good enough then.” Jonah kissed him once more and stood up.

“If you want to make this difficult,” Alan said coolly, “I should warn you-”

Jonah’s fist nailed his jaw, knocking his warning back down his throat and dropping him to the floor hard. “Fuck your warning.” Jonah growled and grabbed his shirt in his fists and jerked him to his feet, slamming him against the wall. “Let’s see if you’re as good at learning lessons as you are at giving them.”

 

 


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