Sean's Story: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Sean's Story: Chapter 3

... it, was it, and finished it. I was just the punching bag.” “What happened?” “Can we talk about it later?” She looked back at me again. I knew she was worried about me. And I knew she loved me too. But this wasn’t going to be easy. If I told her what had happened, as I was going to have to do, I was going to have to come out. I wasn’t sure I was ready yet. I’d thought about this day countless times. Not about getting the crap beat out of me, but coming out to my parents. I’d thought about what I would say and how I would turn out. But in my head it was always my way, on my terms. I held some of the power. I guess I’d have the pity card in my hand. I had just been hate crimed after all. Mom helped me up to my room and left me alone for much of the day as I lay around and watched TV. After school Casey came by. He’d been nice enough to stop by my classes and get all of my homework for me. He asked for my side of the story and then told me what he’d heard from some people who’d seen it go down. It didn’t sound like people were stepping forward to defend me but nobody was ok with what had been done to me either. It seemed they weren’t thrilled with me being gay but since I didn’t flaunt it nobody really cared and didn’t think it was a problem. A while after Casey left, and dad had finished making sure I was ok after getting home from work, a cop showed up to take my statement. The resource officer had made a statement so I needed to tell my story I guess. He set my attacker had ...

... been detained for now. He also said that the school had declined to comment and had no interest in pursuing any actions against my attacker. His name was Kirk I learned. I tried to laugh but the pain stopped me. The meds were good but could have been better. I told them my side of the story and about my conversation with the principal. I kept making sideways glances at my parents. If my dad was feeling any emotions he was putting on his best poker face. My mom had tears in her eyes. The cop asked me some questions and answered them as best as I could. I also gave him the names of the people that Casey mentioned as having seen what happened and suggested he might get more information out of them. It wasn’t until the question about seeking charges on my attacker that my parents spoke up. “No,” my father replied matter of factly. My mother looked appalled. “No? Of course we will. Why wouldn’t we?” She gave my father a pleading look. “He’s our son and he was just… he got the crap beat out of him for no damned reason.” My mother didn’t curse. She never cursed. But she was angry and upset. Mother bear mode activated. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here” I said. “I’m the one with the bruised rib. I want something to be done.” “Fine” my father muttered before wandering into the kitchen. We filled out some paperwork and the cop left. My mom and I sat there in silence. I knew the question that she wanted to ask. I had skipped over my answer to the principal’s question about whether or ...