Made To Be Broken

Made To Be Broken

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian


Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian


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.


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.

Chapter39 (v.1) - Heart To Heart

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 12, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 12, 2014



Heart To Heart


“Wake up to the morning light
Wipe away the lonely nights
Let a brand new day wash over you,
Wanna see you smile again
Show some love to your crazy friends
Wipe your tears away
Those days are through.”


- Hold On,  TOBY MAC




Noble hadn’t realized he’d dropped off until he awoke to Mason at his bedside. He vaguely recalled Jonah telling him he had to run into to own for a bit and that his dad would stay there with him.

“Hey, bright eyes.” Mason smiled. “How you doing?”

Groaning as he shifted beneath the blankets, Noble offered a tired smile. “Except for the excruciating pain when I try to breathe – great.”

“When did you last take a pain pill?”

“Just a few minutes before you showed up.” He said. “But I’m okay. I’m still feeling the effects of the medication.”

“Okay.” Mason murmured. “But if the pain flares back up, you let me know.”

“I will.” Noble assured with a smile.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I can whip you up something edible.”

“Yeah.” Noble nodded. “But just something light. A sandwich is fine.”

“Then a sandwich is it.” Mason winked. “Be back in a jiff.”

Laying against the pillows, Noble watched the man leave then turned his eyes to the ceiling. A dull pain throbbed in his ribs and flared just a little if he took too deep a breath, but it was bearable. He listened to Mason rummaging in the kitchen. From the moment Noble had met him, Mason had regarded him as his own son. He thought about his own parents and couldn’t help but wonder why some kids we blessed with parents like Mason, and others…cursed with parents like his own. Noble didn’t believe God was unjust, but that was something he didn’t understand.

Even now, he tried to find a reason why his mom and dad had done the things they’d done to him. With people like that…his being gay was simply their excuse to abuse him. Had he not been gay, he was certain they would have found another reason. He didn’t believe they were capable of loving him. And though it seemed it shouldn’t matter after all the hell they had put him through – somehow it still did. It left a lasting scar on a person’s heart, their soul, when their own parents couldn’t love them, and even seemed to hate them. Noble had tried to be a good son. He hadn’t went through the typical teenage rebellion. He’d been respectful, did well in school and didn’t get into trouble, did his chores around the house without argument – even took the beatings without cursing them, accepting the abuse as a necessary action to save his soul from hell. He had tried to love them…but they made no way for it.

He closed his eyes and saw the pure hatred in his father’s face as he’d beat him down this last time. What made some people hate so much? And others…

“Still awake?” Mason returned with a plate which contained a ham sandwich cut in half, a few slices of an apple and a pudding cup. Mason chuckled as he set the plate on the night stand, along with a glass of milk. “I can’t believe my son is still addicted to these snack packs. I swear, when he was a kid, he would’ve had them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” He glanced at Noble and winked. “You should thank me for limiting his intake…or else he might not be the fit, sexy man you know and love today.”

Noble laughed softly. “Indeed, you have my gratitude.” He watched the man as he stacked pillows behind Noble’s back and helped him sit up a little. Rather than be bitter with God for allowing parents like his own to exist, he found himself exceedingly thankful that they were counteracted with those such as Mason Harrington. “You did an amazing job raising him.” Noble murmured sincerely.

“Thank you.” He nodded, then chuckled low. “But he had his challenging moments. Certainly tested my resilience as a father.”

Noble grinned, “Jonah? No. I’m sure he was a perfect angel.”

“I’m sure that’s how he would spin it.” Mason laughed. “But I can’t count the times I came home from work to a flustered wife who informed me yet again that my son was in trouble again.” He smiled almost wistfully. “When the boy was being bad, he was my son. She claimed him during his good behavior. So, as you can imagine, for the most part….he was my son.”

Noble could see Jonah driving his parents buggy. But somehow, that was part of his charm. “What happened to his mom?” Noble asked quietly as he took small bites of the sandwich. “He hasn’t mentioned her.”

A deep rooted sadness shadowed Mason’s eyes. He leaned on his knees and stared at the floor. “Leukemia. She was sick for awhile. She had her good days and bad days. And I think sometimes, on bad days, she pretended they were good days because she knew how much it frightened Jonah to see her feeling sick.” He swallowed thickly. “Not just Jonah.” He let out a long, slow breath. “She was the strongest woman I’d ever known. Right up…till the end.” His lips tightened as he cleared his throat. “There at the last, she asked me not to come down too hard on Jonah when he acted up. She said that it was his way of just trying to deal with the reality that he was losing his mother.”

Noble set the sandwich on the plate as his vision blurred and throat tightened. “How long…after his mom passed away…did Patrick…”

Dragging a slow hand over his mouth, Mason said thickly, quietly, “Two years. And I thought…that would be his final undoing. And it almost was. I don’t know how he…pulled himself up out of it and became the man he did. He could have went the other direction, turned bitter, and angry at everything and everyone. For awhile, he did. Most of it directed at God, because of the issues surrounding Patrick’s death.” His hand lingered over his mouth, tears thick in his eyes. “But he came back from it. I mean, the hurt of his losses are still in there, but he isn’t crippled by them anymore.”

“How could he help but be okay…with a dad like you?” Noble whispered. “Maybe I would’ve been okay too if…”

“You are okay.” Mason looked at him, eyes wet. “Despite all they did to you, you still grew into an amazing young man. And that’s all you. They don’t get any of the credit. It’s a testament of just how strong and good you really are.” He reached over and squeezed Noble’s hand. “Though it may have felt that way – they didn’t break you.” He smiled warmly. “You weren’t made to be broken, Noble.” He murmured. “You were made to endure.”




“Why didn’t you just let me rot in jail?”

A smile twitched Jonah’s lips as he waited for the waitress to refill his coffee cup then leave the table. He picked up the cup and sipped the steaming drink. “Ah, dad would have gotten you out anyway.” His smile strengthened with his teasing remark and he lowered the cup.

“I’m serious, Jonah.” Rebecca said quietly. “Why would you…”

“Because you’re my sister.” He stated casually, then smirked. “And isn’t it a big brother’s duty to bail his little sister out of jail when she gets into a scrap?”

Rebecca swallowed hard and stared down at her cup. “I thought…I wasn’t your little sister anymore.” Her throat worked and eyes glistened. He hadn’t realized until this moment how much his words had hurt her.

“When was that established?” he asked softly.

“At the hospital.” She licked her lips then sipped her coffee.

“What I said…that really hurt you, didn’t it?” When she just stared blankly into her cup, Jonah reached over and squeezed her arm affectionately. “I’m sorry, Becca. I didn’t mean it. I was…angry, and defensive, and scared. And you know how uncensored I can be when I’m like that.” He squeezed her arm again. “But I am sorry.”

“Don’t do that.” She choked and set her cup down, tears on the verge of overflowing. “Why are you apologizing to me? I…I treated you like shit for years, Jonah. You don’t owe me any…” Her face tightened and she shook her head, voice dropping. “…fucking apologies.”

Jonah grinned. “Now you’re starting to talk like me.” He mused. “I think we really are biological siblings.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t look at him. He withdrew his hand. “Listen, Becca…I know where your hard feelings stem from, and…how much you still hurt from the loss of Keith. Losing a love so early in life…it scars you.” He swallowed thickly. “Trust me, I know. It totally fucks you up.” He gazed at her downcast face and for the first time in a very long time, saw the young girl she had been. “And just so you know…you merely lost sight of Keith, but he isn’t gone. Maybe you should…give him a call.”

Sighing, Rebecca shook her head. “No, I…I couldn’t do that.”

“Do you really think he’s holding grudges after all these years?”

She shrugged. “It isn’t just that.” She finally raised her eyes. “After everything with Noble…I just don’t think I’m ready to…go there…with anyone.”

A slow, sly smile curved Jonah’s lips. “Haven’t you ever heard that the quickest way to get over one man…is to get under another?”

Rebecca’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped before she burst out laughing. “You are…” she shook her head, the proper words escaping her. “You…ugh…”

Jonah grinned, laughing. “It’s also a big brother’s place to give sound advice.”

“Uh!” Rebecca shook her head again. “You are…incorrigible.”

“To the core, baby.” Jonah winked.





“This place is turning into Grand Central Station.” Noble mused when the doorbell rang again.

Mason chuckled and stood up. “I’ll go see who it is.” He walked out of the bedroom and to the front door. He frowned, surprised, when he found Colleen standing on the porch. “Hon.”

The woman shifted anxiously. “I just…wanted to see how Noble was doing.”

“You could have just came out with me.” Mason said. “You said you had things to do.”

“I know. And I did, but…” She shrugged. “I just wanted…”

Mason smiled and motioned her inside. “It’s okay, babe. You don’t have to explain yourself, just for wanting to check on Noble.”

“How is he?” she asked as Mason closed the door. “Is he…in pain?”

“He has his pain medication. So he’s doing okay.”

Colleen shook her head, eyes drifting to the floor. “I can’t believe…Alan did that to him.” She looked at Mason. “Or that Tessa just…let it happen, all of it. How could a parent…”

“I don’t know.” Mason whispered. “I will never understand people like that.”

“I can’t believe…Rebecca hit her.” She shook her head, still clearly stunned. “I don’t think she’s ever hit anyone in her life.”

Mason chuckled low. “Well she sure clocked Tessa good. Rather proud of her.”

Her gaze drifting away, Colleen admitted quietly, “I was proud of Jonah too.” She looked back to her husband. “Can we talk?”

“Of course.” He said. “Let me go see if Noble needs anything, then we can talk.” He started to turn back towards the bedroom, then paused. “Did you want to see him?”

She nodded and followed him back into the guest room. A warm smile spread across her face and she went to the bed, sitting on the edge. “How are you?” she asked softly.

“I’ll survive.” Noble smiled.

Colleen glanced at Mason anxiously then back to Noble. She took his hand tentatively. “When you get better, sweetheart.” Her voice shook a little. “I want us to sit down and talk.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you, Noble. And no matter how things…turned out…I’ll always love you. You’re a wonderful young man. I would have been so proud to have you for a son-in-law. But,” she added quickly, “I understand…how things are. And I don’t want you to think that I no longer care about you just because you and Rebecca…”

“I didn’t think that.” Noble whispered. He took her hand and squeezed gently. “I love you too. In the last two years, you were so much more of a mother to me than my own ever was. Until I met you and Mason…I didn’t know what it felt like to…be loved as someone’s child. But you two…showed me.” He swallowed tight. “Rebecca and Jonah are two of the luckiest people in this world…to have parents like you.”

“Thank you, Noble.” She kissed his hand then stood up.

“Do you need anything?” Mason asked.

Noble shook his head. “No. I’m good.”

“Well, if need me for anything, we’ll be right out in the kitchen, just holler.” He smiled. “I’ll leave your door part way open.”


Colleen bent down and kissed Noble’s hair. “Get lots of rest.” She murmured. “And get better soon.”

He smiled. “I’ll try.”

Mason only closed the door half way when they went out then walked to the kitchen. “Coffee or tea?” he asked.

“Tea.” Colleen sat on a stool at the counter as Mason filled a tea kettle with water and placed it on the burner then came to counter and leaned on his elbows across form his wife.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked softly, knowing the answer.

Colleen sighed and stared at her hands. “I need you to know…” she raised her eyes. “…that I love Jonah. I always have. I just…didn’t know how to deal with the aspect of him being…gay. I grew up one way, Mason. Believing one way. It didn’t occur to me that…maybe it was wrong.”

“I know you love him.” Mason whispered.

“It’s just that…during these recent events, I said things that…” Her lips tightened and she ducked her head. “That could very well cause you to…leave me. And cause Jonah to never speak to me again.” She swallowed hard, her eyes growing damp. “And if that’s what you choose…I won’t blame you or be angry with you. Jonah is your son, and I would never expect you to choose anyone over him.” She rubbed her eyes and tears wet her fingertips. “It’s so easy to say what’s right and what’s wrong…when it doesn’t affect you personally. Or to tell someone else…that what they feel is wrong. I thought…God’s stance on homosexuality was black and white, with no gray area. And that the idea of two men, or women, together was…vile.” She shook her head slowly. “But I had never seen it up close, or with people whom I love. But when Jonah came in there, angry and scared over Noble, and was willing to face prison to defend him…I saw for the first time how amazing their love truly is. And the way they look at each other, it reminds me of…” She met Mason’s eyes but went silent.

“Of us?” he smiled softly.

“Yes.” She whispered. “I didn’t understand how beautiful love is…in all its forms. But…I do now.” She licked her lips slowly and lowered her gaze. “But maybe I learned that too late.”

Mason lifted her hand and kissed it lightly. “It isn’t too late.”

She looked at him, eyes swimming, love glowing. “It isn’t?”

He smiled and kissed her fingers. “A wise young man told me I should never give up on the one I love.”

“What wise young man?” she whispered thickly.

Mason smiled warmly and leaned across the counter, softly kissing her lips. “My son.”


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