Unleashed (bxbxb)

Unleashed (bxbxb)

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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I smiled, almost daydreaming about Ren, he was my deep dark secret. I didn’t even let myself think about him unless I was alone, locked away in my room. On the outside I was totally straight, on the inside I was slightly bi and head over heels for little Ren Marshall.

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I smiled, almost daydreaming about Ren, he was my deep dark secret. I didn’t even let myself think about him unless I was alone, locked away in my room. On the outside I was totally straight, on the inside I was slightly bi and head over heels for little Ren Marshall.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Seeing Red

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I smiled, almost daydreaming about Ren, he was my deep dark secret. I didn’t even let myself think about him unless I was alone, locked away in my room. On the outside I was totally straight, on the inside I was slightly bi and head over heels for little Ren Marshall.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 23, 2014

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A/N This story isn't really a sequel to The Wrong One but they are loosely tied by overlapping story lines and some of the same characters. You don't have to read one to understand the other, but if you wish to read both (& you're at least 18), I would suggest reading The Wrong One first.

Ty,

~Quil

Chapter One
Seeing Red

Austin ~

I quietly opened the front door and glanced toward the kitchen, hopefully there would be some left over pizza or something still in the fridge. I tiptoed down the hall to grandma’s room and listened at the door, once I heard her even breathing I moved to Evan’s door, when I was certain I heard his deep breathing I went back to the kitchen and rummaged. Left over mac ‘n cheese, a carrot, half a peanut butter sandwich and a bottle of Pepsi. Gross, who drank Pepsi?

It was a sad dinner but we didn’t have anything else. Normally I would have left half for my step-mom but it was Friday so she worked late at the diner and would eat there. I hunted through the cabinets, a bag of popcorn and a small box of raisins. I drank 2 full glasses of water, hoping to mask enough of the hunger to sleep. There was no way I would be full, even after eating all those odds and ends.

My room was hot, we couldn’t afford to run the air conditioner so the house never really cooled off, not even at night. I opened my windows and debated on the ceiling far, unsure of how much electricity that would use. Deciding to play it safe, I left it off. Looking over my meager fair, I picked the carrot first, eating slowly helped sometimes, but right then, I was too hungry for that, besides, I’d worked so hard that afternoon it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

When my dad went to prison 2 years ago I started working odd jobs for anyone who would hire me, trying to help my step-mom out, but it wasn’t enough. I ask around and found that the water district was hiring part time help all summer and through the fall to dig ditches for water lines the city was laying. It was hot, backbreaking work but it never ended and it paid. At first we could only dig until the sun went down, but thennnnnnnn, someone had the wonderful idea to set up 3 of the dual head halogen lights the district owned, we could literally work around the clock.

I finished eating, drank a 3rd glass of water, then went back to my room. I wanted to sleep, but I still had homework and I always stayed up to make sure mom got home.

School had never been easy for me and without enough sleep, food, time or money it was almost impossible. I was barely passing, most of my classes. Because I refused to tell anyone what was going on, no special consideration was given, which was only fair. All my teachers seemed to think I was partying every single fucking week night and that’s why I dozed in class, they didn’t go to their student’s parties (of course), so I suppose it wasn’t really their fault, but come the hell on. Who does that?

“Mr. Green,” I couldn't tell for sure but it sounded like someone called my name. “Mr. Green….Austin Green…” I felt a poke on the shoulder, my eyes fluttered open and I nearly fell on the floor. My math teacher was standing over me. “Detention the rest of the week,” she barked. “I don’t understand why you waste your potential. You are one of the smarts kids I’ve ever had, but it’ll be a miracle if you pass.”

“Hey, you can’t talk to him like that,” my face heated up at the voice. “You can’t reveal confidential student information. I’ll report you.” I was so embarrassed I wanted to run away, even my ears felt red.

“Go sit down Mr. Marshall or I’ll give you detention too,” she snapped.

“It’s okay Ren,” I whispered. “Just go sit.”

“No,” Ren stamped his little foot, god he was fucking adorable. “She simply can’t do that, it’s against the rules. Come on Austin, let’s go get her fired.”

“Ren,” I said softly, he didn’t answer. “Ren,” I reached out to grab his arm but instead my hand went through it. “Ren,” I tried to scream, my mouth wouldn’t open. The soft click of a dead bolt brought me back to my bedroom, I rubbed my eyes realizing I had fallen asleep instead of doing homework. I yawned and pushed the button on my phone, 12:30, the lock clicking had been mom getting back from the diner.

Scooting my backpack onto the floor I pulled off my shirt and jeans then rolled over, too tired to shower or worry about the next day’s missed assignments.

I smiled almost daydreaming about Ren, he was my deep dark secret. I didn’t let myself even think about him unless I was alone and locked in my room. On the outside I was totally straight, on the inside I was bi and head over heels for little Ren Marshall.

“Get up asshole,” Evan threw something at my bedroom door, probably a shoe the way it clunked around on the floor. I couldn’t believe it was morning already, sure enough, 7:30 my phone screamed. Pulling out clothes I started to get dressed when I remembered I hadn’t showered the night before, gross. My hair felt stiff and crunchy from dirt and sweat, tripping over the empty Pepsi bottle from last night I headed to the bathroom.

Happily Evan had already showered and was just brushing his teeth. I winced seeing the butterfly tape on his eyebrow, his arms were still slightly bruised and he still had a yellowing patch on one cheek. It was my fault, 3 days ago I had lost my fucking mind and hit him, a few times. I didn’t beat the shit out of him but I probably would have it grandma hadn’t wandered into the room.

“I’ll be out in a second,” he growled. I stepped back into the hall. “There, the fag’s gone now.” He hissed.

I deserved it, he’d said he was going to come out at school and I lost my shit. I couldn’t handle the possibility of another problem, I already had so much going on, I just couldn’t take it. The thought of one more thing against me was too much. I snapped and told him, no, he couldn’t tell anyone, didn’t he realize how much trouble that would cause us? We were already the only blue collar kids in an extremely well to do school. I’d scraped and clawed my way into having a few friends and everyone else scared of me. Nobody came over to my house, nobody knew what my life was like and best of all, nobody ask. The last thing I needed was gay, freaky younger brother, worse we had the same friends so I couldn’t get away from him.

“Jordan and Tanner are gay and nobody cares,” Evan implored.

“When you’re as big as Jordan you can come out too,” I shouted at him. “Tanner’s safe because he dated Jordan. Jordan doesn’t want to date you.” Surprise flickered across Evan’s face. “Yeah, I heard you ask him out in the parking lot, tried to say it was me at first.” His whole body turned red. “See, even the school tramp doesn’t want you.”

“He’s not the school tramp,” Evan was almost crying. “I don’t want to pretend anymore. I’m fine with who I am.”

“You can’t tell,” I could feel my brain clouding over, I fought to come back.

“They won’t care, you’ll see. I’m telling everyone in the morning,” Evan’s eyes were squinted and his jaw set.

“No you won’t,” I shouted, falling over the edge of sanity and grabbing his arms.

“Owwwww, you’re hurting me.”

“I can’t have a brother’s who’s out,” I could hear the panic in my voice. “All my friends will leave cause they’ll think you’re going hit on them. This is so embarrassing, why do you want everyone to know?”

“It’s not embarrassing,” Evan whimpered. “It’s who I am.”

“You can’t tell, it’ll look bad on all of us” I shouted. Then I did it, I slapped him in the face.

“I was born gay. You’re hitting me because of how I was born?”

“Stop it. Just stop.” Once I started hitting him I couldn’t quit, it didn’t even seem real. I was completely lost in my panic. I don’t know how many licks he took before grandma’s soft footsteps woke me up. I let go of Evan and he slid down the wall, blood trickled out of a cut above his eye. Grandma had a lucid moment and grabbed Evan’s hand, leading him to the bathroom.

“You’re the one who looks bad on all of us,” her quiet voice echoed through the house.

I ran to my room, locked the door behind me. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t, I hadn’t cried in years, I didn’t even remember how.

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TY,

Quil


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