Changes 2: Torn - Part 2

Four
I woke up around 7 the next day. My dad had already left for work and my mom was in the kitchen drinking coffee. She had bags under her eyes and she looked exhausted, I was sure my dad me were the same.

“Could he sleep?” my mom asked worried.

“Yeah. He cried until he fell asleep” I said as I served some cereal. My mom shook her head and said with sadness in her eyes “Poor Matthew. How could a parent do that” she sighed and continued shaking her head.

We sat quietly in the kitchen until she finished drinking her coffee and said “You’re late, get ready”

“I’m not going” I said determined.
“You are going to school” she said fiercely.
“But Matt-“ I started but she stopped me.
“Matt need to rest. I’ll leave him everything he needs in your room, and today’s a slow day at work so I’ll be here in a couple of hours”
“But mom-“ I was going to start my tantrum but she stopped me once more.
“Mark” she stared at me “Go to school. Besides you’re going to need to pay attention to everything so you can help Matt catch up” she kissed my forehead and said she loved me.
“Love you” I said between my teeth.

She went upstairs to my room with a bottle of water and some cookies in case Matt got hungry when he woke up. Meanwhile I went to shower and get ready. I tried to do it as fast as I could, and half an hour later I was ready. It was 8.15 and I was missing my first class of the day, I just needed to get there before Lit started so I could hand in my report.

Before leaving I checked on Matt; he was still sleeping, and even with his eyes clothes his face looked torn… sad. I wanted to kiss him but I didn’t want to wake him up so I wrote ‘I love you’ in a post it and left in on the table next to his water and cookies.
I rushed down the stairs and out the door. I got to school fifteen minutes later and just in time for Lit class. We had to leave the reports on the teacher’s desk and just before leaving it I remembered I hadn’t written my name on it. She would probably lower my grade because I wrote my name in ink but It didn’t matter.

As I took my pen from my backpack I realized Matt hadn’t done his paper, and he wasn’t particularly good in Lit class, last thing he needed was trouble with his grades. So I wrote on the paper “Matthew Ebard” and handed it in.

The day went too slow, especially because all I wanted was to be with Matt. And as the day went by I suddenly realized that for the past five months I had spent all my time with Matt and nobody else. I think I hadn’t even seen my friends around school anymore. There were even new students I had never noticed before.
I had been in a love daze and all I could see was Matt.
“Where’s Matt” Charlie asked around lunch time as he patted me on the back.
“He’s sick” I lied.
“Oh. So how you guys doing?” he asked excitedly as we walked to an empty table.
“Good” I smiled “You dating anyone?” I asked.
“Nah, nah. I don’t really know any gay dudes, except you guys” he said as he took a bite of his sandwich.
“You’ll find someone” I winked.
“Yeah I’m sure” he said smiling.

I opened my eyes and it took me a minute to remember I was at Mark’s. The room smelled like him and I smiled. My body felt so soar as I struggled to get up from the bed and go to the bathroom. I walked inside and stopped in front of the mirror. I hadn’t looked at myself.

My whole face seemed to be swollen; I had a dark, purple bruise around my right eye, stitches on my forehead and my eyes were red and little from crying I guessed. I looked away and walked to the toilet. Even taking my dick out of my boxers was painful.
I slowly walked back to the bed, I looked at a water bottle on the nightstand and realized I was very thirsty. I took it and saw a post it with ‘I love you’ written on it. I smiled and it hurt to smile.
I silently drank the water as I sat on the bed. The house was so quiet, so peaceful, so warm and loving. It felt strange; it was nice to be there but at the same time very sad.

It was then I realized my body felt like crying but I had run out of tears. I felt more tired than I’ve ever felt in my life. I took a deep breath and it hurt.

Slowly I lay on the bed and went back to sleep.
I woke up after hearing the door open. Mark’s mom had walked in.
“Sorry” she whispered. I grunted as I moved to sit on the bed. “Here” she said as she placed one of those cold bags on my bruised eye, it felt great.
She sat next to me and gently rubbed my arm.

“Thank you” I said. She looked at me kindly.

“If you want to talk about it… I’m more than glad to listen” she smiled. I looked away.

“Or would you rather talk to Mark?” she asked.

“No” I said immediately. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want to talk about it with him, but I just couldn’t. She waited patiently.

“I got home” I started after much hesitation. “He still wasn’t home… and when he got home he hadn’t seen it yet because we had dinner and it was ok” I stopped. It was I could see everything all over again.
“I thought I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep but I did around 11 and he still hadn’t said anything. I woke up when he banged the door open. He pulled me out of bed and dragged me downstairs to his computer” I said as I looked straight ahead, my mind was lost in the memory.

I could see my dad screaming “What the fuck is this! What the FUCK is this!” as he pointed at the picture of Mark and me. My mom and my sister came running down after my dad threw a lamp off the table. “See this!” he yelled to my mom as she came inside horrified. “What’s wrong” she cried.

“Your son is a fucking fag. Look at this shit, fucking fagot” he said as he looked at me with disgust. I looked away, I could see my sister crying. My mom looked at me and my father as she cried.
“I will not have a fucking dick sucker as my son” he said before punching me hard on the face. I fell down as my mom drove her hands to her mouth crying. “Be a fucking man you fag! Fag!” my dad cried as he started kicking me. I tried to get up but he kicked me harder. I could hear my sister screaming from the stairs.

“Stop it, Jacob!” my mom screamed from where she stood.
I managed to get up and wanted to run to the door but he threw me on the ground and started punching my face. I pushed him off of me.

“MOM!” I begged, but she just stood where she was.

“Stop it! Stop it!” my sister cried from the stairs.

“You fucking faggot! Get the fuck out of my house! YOU’RE DEAD TO ME!” he screamed as I ran out the door with the car keys in my hand.

“He said I was dead to him” I finally spoke after snapping back to reality.

“Oh Matt” she said lovingly as she rubbed my arm faster. “You know you can stay here for as long as you want, we love you” she leaned over and kissed Matt’s cheek.

Almost a week later had passed and I was still at Mark’s, and I felt much better. I could walk without my body aching with every step I took, I could smile, the bruising in my face and body wasn’t as dark, but I still hadn’t gone to school. Since it was Friday I decided to go until Monday, at least I wouldn’t look like squashed shit.

I wasn’t sure if my parents knew where I was, I assumed they had a pretty good idea. They didn’t have Mark’s number so they could only reach me through my cell, so I constantly checked it so see if I had any messages or calls from there. At first it was disappointing not to get anything from them, and finding the messages I got weren’t from then; but after a couple of days I felt nothing. I just checked the cell phone without thinking.

Did my mom not try to get to me because my dad wouldn’t let her or was I dead to her too? I don’t think Mark’s mom would not call him just for fear of her husband… a mother’s always suppose to do that. She probably hates me too. I don’t know why Mark’s parents say they love me, it’s probably just because I’m with Mark… I doubt they care. How could strangers care more for me than my own parents?
I looked at the food in front of me, realizing I didn’t know how long I had been lost in my thoughts. I looked up and Mark was looking at me, studying me. It was a little annoying how he was being so careful, like I would break or something. I’m already broken…

Matt was much better physically, but as I saw him across the table I thought of how the sadness hadn’t left his eyes. His beautiful bright eyes with changing colors seemed to have stayed a darker shade of green since he started staying with us. His perfect eyes had lost the fire they had in them; the life in them. Matt died that die, and all that remains now is his empty shell.

“No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow,
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had…”

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The story is done, so ill be uploading the next three chapters soon.
And i just started writing Changes 3: BLUR.
Keep reading guys!