Always and Forever
The Day Finally Comes
Chapter 4- The Day Finally Comes
My eyes flutter open and I am blinded by a bright light. Once everything becomes clear, I am greeted by a boy. I’m also greeted by a pounding headache.
“Hey, my name is Jesse.” The boy says to me.
“Umm, hey, uhh what happened?” I ask, trying to figure everything out in my fuzzy brain.
“Uhh, well I found you in the bathroom, Lying in a ball, with your head busted open and your body covered in bruises. I called for help and a teacher came in and we took you to the hospital. They told me to stay with you, ya know, just in case anything happens.”
I nod my head and finally take a look where I am. I am in a white room, with monitor attached to me and in a bed, in a hospital gown. A nurse walks in with my dad. I look at him, wishing he weren’t here at all. The nurse looks at me with bright eyes.
“Well Mr. Quinn, you will be able to take you son home tonight, just make sure he is extra careful that he doesn’t bump his head on anything.”
My dad just grunts and looks at me with disgust. Jesse notices, and keeps looking from me to him. The nurse checks all the monitors, and in no time, I’m in my dad’s car, on our way home.
“So faggot, you got beat up today. Serves you right, those kids did me a favor, they did my job for me, and hid all of the others I left on you.”
I just look at him, wondering what I ever did to him. What I did to deserve the abuse.
“And by the way, Saturday, I’m having a party at the house, and I would rather not have a fag there. You better get out of the house, you got that.”
I just nod my head. That was the end of our conversation. It took me a couple of minutes to realize that that was the date of the concert. A huge grin grows on my face, but quickly vanishes when my dad looks my way. He doesn’t notice, and we finish going home. I run into my room and text Justin about Saturday. He doesn’t reply. I also text him about how much of an ass he was earlier. Still no reply. I just ignore in and go to bed.
The next day my phone got a text from Justin. It says; cool, you can walk to my house when your dad needs you out and yea ik I’m sry. And that was it. It was Thursday, and the concert was almost here. The next 2 days were the same. Everyone gasped when they saw me and then would ignore me. Nobody even talked to me. And then it was the day. I put on a ptv shirt with skinny jeans and leave my house before I even have to.
I still look like hell though. Both of my eyes were swollen and puffy and gross. I have bruises all over my body and same with cuts, but they just kind of blend in with the cuts I’ve done my self.
When I get to Justin’s house, I knock on the door. When he opens it I rush and with a huge grin on my face. He can barley even look at me though. It wipes the grin off my face immediately.
“hey dude.” Justin says
“Hey” I look at him and he finally looks at me. His wide eyes just stare at me. He barely can get them out, but he apologizes and I just nod my head. Finally I lighten up the mood with me teasing him. He finally smiles and that makes me feel better.
“Hey dude, when we meet Vic, I’m so gonna tell him your dream and maybe my little Kellinpoo his first kiss,” Justin says, with a huge smirk on his face. I give him a death glare but then just chuckle.
“C’mon dude, don’t do that, anyways, it’s time to go, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He nods his head and then we’re on our way. When we finally get there, we are introduced to backstage. We get a tour and the first person I see is Mike Fuentes, the drummer.
My eyes go wide as he walks by and nods. I can’t do anything back, still shocked for seeing Mike fucking Fuentes. At the end of our tour, the person tells us that we will have a chance to meet all the band members after the show, and that we are allowed to roam around as we please.
Justin elbows me and I look at him. He points his finger and I look to where he is directing. And there he stands, the one, the only Vic Fuentes. My eyes go wide. He notices my stare and he just looks at me, stares at me for what seems like eternity. He seems like he is in shock, like almost disgusted. My stomach just drops and I run away having a nervous breakdown. I can hear foot steps running right behind me
My eyes flutter open and I am blinded by a bright light. Once everything becomes clear, I am greeted by a boy. I’m also greeted by a pounding headache.
“Hey, my name is Jesse.” The boy says to me.
“Umm, hey, uhh what happened?” I ask, trying to figure everything out in my fuzzy brain.
“Uhh, well I found you in the bathroom, Lying in a ball, with your head busted open and your body covered in bruises. I called for help and a teacher came in and we took you to the hospital. They told me to stay with you, ya know, just in case anything happens.”
I nod my head and finally take a look where I am. I am in a white room, with monitor attached to me and in a bed, in a hospital gown. A nurse walks in with my dad. I look at him, wishing he weren’t here at all. The nurse looks at me with bright eyes.
“Well Mr. Quinn, you will be able to take you son home tonight, just make sure he is extra careful that he doesn’t bump his head on anything.”
My dad just grunts and looks at me with disgust. Jesse notices, and keeps looking from me to him. The nurse checks all the monitors, and in no time, I’m in my dad’s car, on our way home.
“So faggot, you got beat up today. Serves you right, those kids did me a favor, they did my job for me, and hid all of the others I left on you.”
I just look at him, wondering what I ever did to him. What I did to deserve the abuse.
“And by the way, Saturday, I’m having a party at the house, and I would rather not have a fag there. You better get out of the house, you got that.”
I just nod my head. That was the end of our conversation. It took me a couple of minutes to realize that that was the date of the concert. A huge grin grows on my face, but quickly vanishes when my dad looks my way. He doesn’t notice, and we finish going home. I run into my room and text Justin about Saturday. He doesn’t reply. I also text him about how much of an ass he was earlier. Still no reply. I just ignore in and go to bed.
The next day my phone got a text from Justin. It says; cool, you can walk to my house when your dad needs you out and yea ik I’m sry. And that was it. It was Thursday, and the concert was almost here. The next 2 days were the same. Everyone gasped when they saw me and then would ignore me. Nobody even talked to me. And then it was the day. I put on a ptv shirt with skinny jeans and leave my house before I even have to.
I still look like hell though. Both of my eyes were swollen and puffy and gross. I have bruises all over my body and same with cuts, but they just kind of blend in with the cuts I’ve done my self.
When I get to Justin’s house, I knock on the door. When he opens it I rush and with a huge grin on my face. He can barley even look at me though. It wipes the grin off my face immediately.
“hey dude.” Justin says
“Hey” I look at him and he finally looks at me. His wide eyes just stare at me. He barely can get them out, but he apologizes and I just nod my head. Finally I lighten up the mood with me teasing him. He finally smiles and that makes me feel better.
“Hey dude, when we meet Vic, I’m so gonna tell him your dream and maybe my little Kellinpoo his first kiss,” Justin says, with a huge smirk on his face. I give him a death glare but then just chuckle.
“C’mon dude, don’t do that, anyways, it’s time to go, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He nods his head and then we’re on our way. When we finally get there, we are introduced to backstage. We get a tour and the first person I see is Mike Fuentes, the drummer.
My eyes go wide as he walks by and nods. I can’t do anything back, still shocked for seeing Mike fucking Fuentes. At the end of our tour, the person tells us that we will have a chance to meet all the band members after the show, and that we are allowed to roam around as we please.
Justin elbows me and I look at him. He points his finger and I look to where he is directing. And there he stands, the one, the only Vic Fuentes. My eyes go wide. He notices my stare and he just looks at me, stares at me for what seems like eternity. He seems like he is in shock, like almost disgusted. My stomach just drops and I run away having a nervous breakdown. I can hear foot steps running right behind me
Update soon ples
4/19/14