He was on the ground, holding his jaw. I didn't know whether it was broken, dislocated, or just hurt badly.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Damn.. It just hurts.
"That, is for all the pain, emotional suffering, and enslavery you caused me. You used me, and deserve it. How about you be my fag-hag? See how it feels?"
He stood up quickly and stood over me, thinking to frighten me. He may be taller than me, and more fit, but I have the muscle to take him down.
"I'm not a fag like you are. Fucking pussy."
He stormed off in a sudden hurry. Grabbed some clothes and stormed off, slamming the door behind him. Some how my blood felt really cold, as if I saw a ghost or something. That's when I heard a knock at the door. I ruffled my fur down, and got myself looking normal. Or as I thought.
Devon was at the door.
"Hey Devvy, come in."
"Sure thing!"
We both went to the living room to sit down, where it smelled like beer and rotten eggs.
"Uh, Devon, lets go to the other room."
"Y-yea."
We headed off to my room, which was the only normal room in the house, all the other rooms we're used by Jordan and his 'gang.'
Jordan's gang, The Stalking Tigers, was invented by him and has about 5 or 6 other people in it. They say they're governmental assasins, but I know Jordan couldn't handle such a job with a G.E.D.
We sat down on the bed, and Devon seemed confused about something.
"So, what makes you come by here?"
"Well, first. I wanna know what Jordan was complaining about."
"It's nothing, he is just throwing a fit over a game."
"Are you sure, because he seemed really pissed off today. He never gets like this unless something terribly wrong happens."
"I punched him square across his face.."
"..Why?! He never hurt you that bad."
"Not physically."
"How could he hurt you that bad emotionally?"
"He keeps calling me a fag."
"That makes no sense, he is just joking and you know that."
".. But it's true..."
"Oh."
There was a very awkward silence in the air, and the tension was intense. Where's a plastic spork when you need one?**
"Well I don't mind you're gay, just.."
"Bi.. I'm Bi."
"Oh, makes sense, because of Brittan and Helen."
"Yep."
"Just tell me why him calling you a fag, hurt you that bad, because I just know there is more."
"You're right. and It's because when I lived with my real parents, and I came out to them, my mom just hated me and called me a fag. My dad tried to kill me, abused me.. then called me a fag all the time."
"That's terrible!"
She gave me a hug and I accepted it.
"Devon. Can you stay here tonight, I'm just a total wreck."
"Yea, I can."
We fell asleep on my bed. I didn't feel anything for her and she didn't feel anything for me. after that night we were still friends just as we were before, and as for Jordan, he is finding out some other stuff for himself.
