The Brokenhearted Necklace: That Which Was Lost series - Vol.1 (revised edition)

The Brokenhearted Necklace: That Which Was Lost series - Vol.1 (revised edition)

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

Haunted by a disturbing memory of brutal intolerance, Lonny struggles to deal with being the only gay kid in his school as he suffers daily from the ridicule and taunts of Quarterback Jack Flemming and his group. Condemned even by his own father, Lonny feels alone and cut off, his only solace in the brokenhearted necklace he wears that carries with it the reminder that things could be so much worse. In an unexpected turn of events, Lonny suddenly finds love and acceptance in the new kid, Paul, who seems to appear out of nowhere and gives him a purpose and a place in this life. NOTE: This is the very first "gay romance" that I ever wrote. This is a revised version of the original novella. These were the first 'gay' boys who stole my heart :) and continue to be extra-special to me. This story is dedicated to BooksieSilk member "pDaisy" whose short story trilogy "Finding Charlie / The Death of Joseph Sterling / A Favor For God" opened my eyes to the beauty of this amazing love. This story was his challenge to me to write something I had never touched on before - and I fell in love with the 'gay boys' and never looked back :) Thank you, Pink, for your gift to me, your friendship, and for showing me how fun it is to have a gay guy for a friend (I've never scoped out guys with another guy before ;) haha - very cool! ) Hope you will all fall in love with these boys as I did right from the start :) BTW - these are the boys from my short story "Too Cute" - if you haven't read it yet, please read this first. If you have read it, please don't give anything away, thanks ;)

Summary

Haunted by a disturbing memory of brutal intolerance, Lonny struggles to deal with being the only gay kid in his school as he suffers daily from the ridicule and taunts of Quarterback Jack Flemming and his group. Condemned even by his own father, Lonny feels alone and cut off, his only solace in the brokenhearted necklace he wears that carries with it the reminder that things could be so much worse. In an unexpected turn of events, Lonny suddenly finds love and acceptance in the new kid, Paul, who seems to appear out of nowhere and gives him a purpose and a place in this life.

NOTE: This is the very first "gay romance" that I ever wrote. This is a revised version of the original novella. These were the first 'gay' boys who stole my heart :) and continue to be extra-special to me. This story is dedicated to BooksieSilk member "pDaisy" whose short story trilogy "Finding Charlie / The Death of Joseph Sterling / A Favor For God" opened my eyes to the beauty of this amazing love. This story was his challenge to me to write something I had never touched on before - and I fell in love with the 'gay boys' and never looked back :) Thank you, Pink, for your gift to me, your friendship, and for showing me how fun it is to have a gay guy for a friend (I've never scoped out guys with another guy before ;) haha - very cool! )

Hope you will all fall in love with these boys as I did right from the start :)

BTW - these are the boys from my short story "Too Cute" - if you haven't read it yet, please read this first. If you have read it, please don't give anything away, thanks ;)

Chapter1 (v.1) - Invisible

Author Chapter Note

Haunted by a disturbing memory of brutal intolerance, Lonny struggles to deal with being the only gay kid in his school as he suffers daily from the ridicule and taunts of Quarterback Jack Flemming and his group. Condemned even by his own father, Lonny feels alone and cut off, his only solace in the brokenhearted necklace he wears that carries with it the reminder that things could be so much worse. In an unexpected turn of events, Lonny suddenly finds love and acceptance in the new kid, Paul, who seems to appear out of nowhere and gives him a purpose and a place in this life. NOTE: This is the very first "gay romance" that I ever wrote. This is a revised version of the original novella. These were the first 'gay' boys who stole my heart :) and continue to be extra-special to me. This story is dedicated to BooksieSilk member "pDaisy" whose short story trilogy "Finding Charlie / The Death of Joseph Sterling / A Favor For God" opened my eyes to the beauty of this amazing love. This story was his challenge to me to write something I had never touched on before - and I fell in love with the 'gay boys' and never looked back :) Thank you, Pink, for your gift to me, your friendship, and for showing me how fun it is to have a gay guy for a friend (I've never scoped out guys with another guy before ;) haha - very cool! ) Hope you will all fall in love with these boys as I did right from the start :) BTW - these are the boys from my short story "Too Cute" - if you haven't read it yet, please read this first. If you have read it, please don't give anything away, thanks ;)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 25, 2014

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...Invisible...

 

“Don't laugh at me, don't call me names

 Don't get your pleasure from my pain

 In God's eyes we're all the same

 Someday we'll all have perfect wings

 Don't laugh at me.

 

- Don't Laugh At Me, MARK WILLS

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The hard, rough bark of the large fir tree pressed through the back of Lonny´s t-shirt as he leaned against the thick trunk. He sat around the backside of the tree, hidden from view of the courtyard in front of the school where Jack Flemming and his jock friends were messing around, throwing a football back and forth. The paper crackled as he gripped it with his fingertips and read the words again, for what seemed like the hundredth time. The heat of the early afternoon was making him sweat and his fingers were beginning to dampen the paper and smear the blue lines.

Lonny laid the paper on his lap and rubbed his hands on his jeans then picked up the assignment again. His head ducked as he read anxiously over the poem once more. In less than twenty minutes, he would have to read it before the class. He hadn't meant for it to be read aloud. Ms. Welch hadn't told them until end of class yesterday that it was an oral assignment. Lonny had stayed awake nearly all last night trying to come up with a suitable replacement, but his mind refused to work and he hadn't been able to manage more than a few lines. Unacceptable for his assignment.

A sigh escaped him as he leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. Anxiety pinched his guts and made him feel nauseous. His mind was coming unhinged at the thought of standing before the class and reading the words he'd so painstakingly written down two nights ago. His heart was in those words, and that's what terrified him. These words weren't meant for a classroom full students who didn't understand him, who couldn't begin to understand where the words came from or who they were truly written for.

His hand drifted to the front of his t-shirt, and he ran his fingertips over the outline of the necklace hidden beneath the thin material. The familiar ache tightened his chest. His eyes stung and he blinked quickly before the tears could swell up. Lonny stared at the paper as a myriad of five year old memories floated through his mind. Even at twelve and a half years old, he had understood what was happening. Had understood how real his feelings were.

A thickness invaded his throat and he coughed and sniffed, wiping at his damp eyes.

“Heads up, queer bait!”

Lonny barely heard the words before the football ricocheted off the tree next to his head. He jerked to the side, tumbling over on the grass. His assignment flitted off his lap onto the ground. He reached for it when Jack Flemming was suddenly standing over him, snatching the paper up.

Crawling to his feet, Lonny reached for the paper. “Give it back. That's for class.” Lonny hated the submissiveness he always heard in his voice when he faced Jack or his friends.

Jack panted from having sprinted up the slope of the lawn. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank top, and sweat glistened his muscular body. He grinned as he looked at the paper. “This for English?” He said. “What'd you write? Something faggy?”

“Just give it back.” Lonny reached for the paper as Jack pulled it away. “Come on, Jack.”

“In a minute.” Jack panted with a wide grin. “Let me read it.”

“No.” Lonny's guts twisted again. “Just give it back.”

Jack's buddies were drifting to the lawn. Lonny glanced at them anxiously then looked at the quarterback. Short, staggered laughs were beginning to erupt out of him as he read the paper.

Lonny stepped forward quick and tried to grab the paper, but Jack spun around away from him and moved towards his friends. “Hey, check it out.” He laughed and began to read the poem aloud, his voice raised so others were beginning to slow as they walked past, stopping to listen.

Tears burned Lonny's eyes as Jack's friends began to laugh, as did some of the onlookers. He fought the tears. Jack and his buddies seemed to take great pleasure in making him cry, earning him the title sissy boy. Among other things.

It didn't help that he was small for his age. At nearly eighteen years old, he still looked like a freshman or sophomore. Most would never guess him to be more than sixteen, and fifteen was the more common deduction. All the senior boys stood nearly a head taller than him, and sported thicker, more muscular builds. He wasn't scrawny, but lean, like a track runner. Had he been taller, it might have been an appealing look for him. But that lean build on his small frame just made him appear far too adolescent. Adding fodder to the sissy boy label.

But then there were so many things about him that made him an easy target for Jack and his group; his large soft eyes framed by lashes too thick for a boy, full lips just a little too red. Sandy blond hair that, when grown out, hung over his forehead in curls that only lent to the sissy boy look. Lonny kept his hair cut short, but he could do nothing about the rest of his appearance.

The largest bullseye, though, was brightly drawn around the fact that he was gay. And when Jack took his shots at that target, he never failed to hit his mark spot on.

“Give it back.” Lonny's voice was thick with tears which he tried to swallow, but only managed to choke on.

“Aww, he's gonna cry.” Jack's girlfriend, Ashley Winters, giggled and incited a wave of giggles through the small group of cheerleaders in her midst.

Jack turned back towards Lonny. “What a bunch of faggot shit.” He wadded up the paper.

“No!” Lonny cried.

Jack squeezed the wad into a tight ball and hurled it down the lawn. His friends and most of the onlookers laughed. “Oh, is the little queer gonna cry?” Jack jeered at him.

His face blazing, Lonny glanced at the onlookers. Even the ones who weren't openly laughing at him, were averting their eyes as if to make eye contact with him would obligate them to come to his aid. He had long since ceased expecting help from his classmates. From anyone, for that matter. There were only two kinds of looks he now received in this school. The combined looked of scorn and disgust...and no look at all. He rarely met anyone´s eyes anymore. Keeping his eyes down hurt less. Just not looking, not seeing...like the ones out there now pretending not to see what Jack was doing.

Resentment swelled in him as he swept his eyes over the crowd, trying to force even one person to just look, see. But if it wasn't happening to them...it wasn't happening. And why should it matter to them if it was happening? Why should they give a fuck about the school faggot? In a small southern town like this, he was barely considered human. And certainly not worth sticking your neck out for.

Fuck 'em. Unwelcome tears slipped free and he turned away quick. He moved hurriedly back to the tree to gather his things. More tears flowed and he wiped at them with annoyance. Why did he have to be such a fucking cry baby?

The bell rang loud and shrill, announcing the end of the lunch hour. Jack drilled him with more taunts as the lot of them moved down the lawn and towards the school building. Lonny knelt by the tree, his chest tight and a hard lump in his throat. His brow pinched with an angry frown as he stuffed his things in his backpack.

When he finally stood, most of the other students had disappeared back inside the school. One kid still lounged on the short concrete wall that ran along the perimeter of the sloping lawn. Lonny stared at this back. He didn't recognize him. This was a small school, and though he didn't know everyone personally, he had still crossed paths with most of them at some point. This kid didn't look familiar at all.

The kid had one hand stuffed into the front pocket of his jeans and the other hand brought a cigarette to his lips. He wore a white t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders nicely, and a black leather jacket lay on the grass next to him. Sunlight glinted off his dark glasses as he stared forward, seemingly at nothing. His jet black hair was cropped fairly short, though curled a bit at the nape of his strong neck and glistened with sweat.

A funny sensation rippled through Lonny's body and he had the sudden urge to run his fingers through the boy's hair. He quickly shook the thought from his head and shouldered his pack on his left arm. He scanned the lawn for the wadded up paper but it was nowhere to be found. Thanks to Jack, he would get an incomplete on this assignment.

As he walked down the sloping lawn to the edge of the concrete wall, the other kid turned and looked at him. Lonny couldn't see his eyes behind his dark glasses but he could feel their weight. The kid had to have witnessed Jack's little presentation, how could he have missed it?

Lonny's face burned and he wanted to yell at the kid and tell him to stop looking at him. Where moments ago he'd wanted just one person to really see what was happening...he now just wanted to be obscure, invisible. And yet the kid continued to stare at him, slowly sucking on his cigarette and letting the smoke sift out his mouth and nose.

Breaking eye contact, Lonny headed down the lawn instead of hopping off the wall and walking past the boy. He made a wide arc around behind the kid, walking quickly. As he passed by, the kid leaned down and picked something up. Lonny's steps faltered when he saw the boy holding the wadded up assignment Jack had chucked away. Lonny's guts tightened. After what Jack had done, throwing his heartfelt words out there to be trampled on and ridiculed, Lonny didn't want anyone else reading them.

He considered approaching the kid and demanding the paper back. But rather than chance a possible unpleasant confrontation, Lonny hurried past, shoving through the heavy doors leading into the school. Once inside, he cast one quick glance back at the kid outside. The boy unfolded the wadded paper, smoothed it out against his leg then folded it carefully and put it in his pocket without reading it.

A puzzled frown tightened Lonny's face and he turned away, hurrying to class.

 


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