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Freshman Year - 2. Mama and Daddy

there is some coarse and offensive language as well as violence.

Wesley And Seamus

By: Wesley Lewis

Chapter 2: Mama And Daddy

“What are you doing and who is this boy”? Daddy stood there asking as he looked at me and Seamus laying naked in each other’s arms. To say we were shocked was an understatement.

“Maybe I should get dressed and leave Wes” Seamus said as he began to get off the bed.

“You’re not going anywhere yet young man, you both have five minutes to get dressed and into the living room”.

As Daddy left the room I knew my life was over that very moment. Seamus looked at me apologetically. As we began to get dressed Seamus said “Whatever happens I’m sure my parents will let you stay with me for a while I promise I’ll help anyway I can to make this up to you”. I told him it wasn’t his fault and reminded him that I had initiated the kiss.

Anyway, Daddy had calmed down considerably and was waiting for us as we nervously entered the room. Daddy started off by apologizing to me for invading my privacy saying he kicked the door down because he heard me moaning and thought I was in pain. He also had been having a bad day at work and even got into an argument with Mama which to be honest, was getting more frequent. Then he introduced himself to Seamus. When he heard that Daddy was a pastor, Seamus’ face turned so red it almost matched his hair.

Daddy turned to me and said point blank “Son, are you gay”? as the tears started to run down my I silently nodded trying to avoid his eyes so I wouldn’t see the embarrassment on his face after seeing he had a queer as a son. What happened next shocked me more than anything had before in my life. As I sat there crying looking at the floor I felt a pair of arms embrace me and as I looked up I saw it was Daddy holding me.

We stayed like that for ten minutes until he looked me in the eyes and said “Son I am proud of you admitting that to me and you have nothing to be ashamed of and I love you more than anything".

“What about Mama? What am I going to do when she finds out? She’ll hate me”.

As Daddy tried to calm me down he assured me he would handle that when the time came. After a while we sat there talking and I felt safe knowing my Daddy loved me when it came time for Seamus to leave Daddy offered him a ride home but he told me he lived one street over and he’d walk. After he left Daddy took me into his arms again and as I began to cry again he told me everything would be alright. He told me that mom was working late tonight so she’d be home after I was in bed.

So, we went out to eat which was something we only did every occasionally, and when we did it was only then if there was something to celebrate. When I asked what we were celebrating he said “Well it’s not every day that your son gets a boyfriend” when he told me that I began to turn about ten different shades of red but then I also knew he had accepted me.

After about an hour we returned home watched some television and I went to bed knowing Daddy didn’t hate me. Before I fell asleep I could’ve sworn I heard my parents arguing but that was nothing new so I just went to sleep.

“I WILL NOT HAVE A QUEER FOR A SON!!!!!” Those were the words I woke up to the next morning as I saw Mama standing over my bed looking as if I was Satan himself. She proceeded to throw my covers back whereupon she discovered I slept naked. “So not only are you queer you have no decency either. I will not have a sinner in my home and if I have to beat it out of you I will." Mama dragged me out of bed then and took me to Daddy’s study where she would often go to pray by herself.

“Mama what are you doing?" was all I could ask as she drug me by my arm so hard I could feel the muscle tearing.

She said “I am not your mother I have no son if he is a no-good faggot.” She said it with so much hatred and venom I began to fear for my safety. She pushed me through into the study and slammed the door locking it and knocking me to the floor she got out the correction officer she used on me when I was little and got into trouble. She proceeded to beat me with it hitting me wherever she could. she kept on reciting bible verses trying to exorcise the demon that had corrupted me. While this barrage was going on the only thing I could do was cry and plead with her to stop. After twenty minutes, I couldn’t speak or move. another five minutes and I could not take it anymore and slowly everything darkened as I blacked out.

BEEP.BEEP. BEEP. That is what I heard when I eventually came to all I could hear was muffled crying and a constant beeping of a heart monitor. As I opened my eyes, which were so swollen I could barely see, I saw a little red and realized that Seamus was standing beside me and as I looked over Daddy was crying. When I finally got to where I could speak, I asked “Where’s Mama at”?

Daddy came to my side and said I didn’t need to worry about her and when I asked why he said “You don’t remember what happened"?

I responded weakly as my throat was sore “No Daddy I don’t what happened and where is Mama?" I began to panic as Daddy explained what had happened, and then when I asked the question again he told me she was at the police station for questioning. He asked me did I remember anything and I told him I couldn’t.

I asked Seamus what he was doing there, he said “Jason told me what happened and I had to see you”

“Jason huh? I didn’t realize you two were on a first name basis” I said as I began laughing but then quickly stop because of the pain in my chest.

Daddy trying to stifle his laughter said "Son you might want to take it easy you have a few broke ribs and almost had a punctured lung"

"What else did the doctor say?" I asked

Daddy then looked at me hesitantly and told me "Well son the doctor said you had a slight concussion and a torn rotator cup in your shoulder, also you have multiple bruises and cuts because of the attack. He also said your left ankle was completely shatter so you won’t be able to do very much until they repair the damage and even then, you may not be able to walk properly."

That’s when it all started to come back. I sat there silently weeping. Daddy took my hand saying "Son if I am here no one will ever hurt you again" and he began crying with me.

After that I asked Daddy how I had got to the hospital he told me he had come home early and wanted to do some work from home when he found me unconscious and naked on the floor with bruises all over my body. I blushed deeply as I realized this was the second time in as many days he had seen me naked. He began chuckling and said “Son it wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last time I see you naked.”

After an hour or so later we heard a commotion and for a minute I thought it could be Mama until I heard a familiar voice scream out “Where the hell is Wes at I am his best friend and I need to see him NOW”! it was then that I knew it could only be Chloe as she was the only person I knew who was brazen enough to demand to see someone in the hospital just by being there and I thought Lacy had the biggest ego.

As she continued to scream she was not leaving until she saw me I buzzed the nurses station and asked "Ma'am, could send the loud young hooligan to my room?"

It was about thirty seconds later I heard the door open and “Who the hell in here called me a hooligan when I am checking on the welfare of my closest friend”? when she noticed me in the bed she looked so embarrassed that I had to laugh at her which was a mistake because as soon as I did my ribs began to hurt again.

“Serves you right for calling me a hooligan.” After about thirty minutes she left saying she had to get home so the princess, which was our nickname for Lacy, could use the car she needed it for some stupid fashion show. I told her thank you for seeing about me and I'd see her soon. Seamus left soon after telling me he would be back tomorrow and kissed me on my cheek.

After a while I faded back to sleep as the pain medication I was on slowly began to take effect. As I began to drift off the one thing on my mind as why my mother hated me so much.

this chapter was originally longer and had a different ending. i love reading all comments good and bad. Next up: Out of the Closet and into Bed
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Thank God Wes' father is so nice! What on earth did he ever see in that Wicked Witch of the Pulpit? :rofl: I hope she gets sent to the big house and they throw away the key and she rots in her homophobic misery.

 

So...I know I'm a pain in the ass, but I'm only pointing this out to make your story better, Wesley. I'm not sure if something happened to the format when you uploaded the chapter, but the whole chapter is one big paragraph, and there's no distinction between who's talking. Also, you really need to pay attention to the lack of punctuation and lack of capital letters which start a sentence. Check out Cia's Grammar Rodeo blogs; she has awesome tips for writers.

 

This is the Purdue OWL site, from Purdue University. It has everything about everything that relates to writing and grammar.

 

I'll try to stop being a pain in the ass, but no promises. :P

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On 02/12/2017 12:43 PM, Lisa said:

Thank God Wes' father is so nice! What on earth did he ever see in that Wicked Witch of the Pulpit? :rofl: I hope she gets sent to the big house and they throw away the key and she rots in her homophobic misery.

 

So...I know I'm a pain in the ass, but I'm only pointing this out to make your story better, Wesley. I'm not sure if something happened to the format when you uploaded the chapter, but the whole chapter is one big paragraph, and there's no distinction between who's talking. Also, you really need to pay attention to the lack of punctuation and lack of capital letters which start a sentence. Check out Cia's Grammar Rodeo blogs; she has awesome tips for writers.

 

This is the Purdue OWL site, from Purdue University. It has everything about everything that relates to writing and grammar.

 

I'll try to stop being a pain in the ass, but no promises. :P

Omg I did not notice that thank you so much for letting me know about that. Also I love the Wicked Witch of the Pulpit. Also you're not being a pain in the ass I appreciate the comments. I'm embarrassed to say I was an English major.

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On 03/09/2017 11:34 AM, sojourn said:

Well, that was a relief. I was afraid his mother would get away with the criminal acts she perpetrated upon Wesley. I don't think I could have continued to read if she was not arrested and had her parental rights removed permanently.

I am really liking your story,

Jim

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've got all the way up to chapter posted on Nifty.org under the gay young friends section. And I couldn't let her get away with that.

A minor logical inconsistency here:

 

One wonders what sort of "Mama" could manage to beat a 250-pound 14 year old senseless with only an 18-inch "paddle" as a weapon? 

 

That berserker Hag must be built like Godzilla!  :2thumbs:

 

I would expect simple survival instinct would induce a teenager of that age and size to take that "paddle" away from "Mama",  (and quite likely make her eat it! )    :P

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On 5/26/2017 at 10:25 PM, kagenokami said:

A minor logical inconsistency here:

 

One wonders what sort of "Mama" could manage to beat a 250-pound 14 year old senseless with only an 18-inch "paddle" as a weapon? 

 

That berserker Hag must be built like Godzilla!  :2thumbs:

 

I would expect simple survival instinct would induce a teenager of that age and size to take that "paddle" away from "Mama",  (and quite likely make her eat it! )    :P

Mama was a big one. About 400. 

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On 5/26/2017 at 7:25 PM, kagenokami said:

A minor logical inconsistency here:

 

One wonders what sort of "Mama" could manage to beat a 250-pound 14 year old senseless with only an 18-inch "paddle" as a weapon? 

 

That berserker Hag must be built like Godzilla!  :2thumbs:

 

I would expect simple survival instinct would induce a teenager of that age and size to take that "paddle" away from "Mama",  (and quite likely make her eat it! )    :P

Is it possible that Wesley inherited his body-type from his not-at-all-maternal egg donor?  ;-)

 

 

I swear I didn’t see @Wesley8890’s response before I wrote mine…  ;-)

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