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Gay stories > Category : Fiction > Changes 2: Torn - Part 2
By Matt Roberts, 0 Reviews Post your review

Hey guys thanks for the reviews! Sorry for taking so long to upload the next part. I see theres some confusion about the story.. TORN is the sequel to Changes, it happens a few months after the first one so it"s the same character Mark and Matt only months after the envents of the 1st one. I"m also uploading another story which is Solitary Spider (it has nothing to do with this one) Hope you can read it too. Enjoy and please keep reviewing!!

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Three

“Why the long faces?” My dad asked without turning away from the television. I shut the front door and walked to the living room. I sighed as I sat down next to my dad.

“Matt might be in trouble” I asked as I stared blankly at the football game. My dad turned to see me and asked concerned what was wrong.

“I got this email” I started by my mom rushed out the kitchen asking what was wrong with Matt.

I explained to both of them what had happened and once I was done my mom drove her hand to her mouth “Oh God poor Matt”

“Did you tell him he can stay here?” My dad asked concerned.

“Yeah but he said he had to go home” I answered staring at my hands; I felt like crying but didn’t want to do it in front of my parents.

“He’s gonna be alright” my dad said as he put his hand on my shoulder.

“Yes, all parents want is what’s best for their children, we want them to be happy” my mom said as she sat next to me.

“It’ll be alright” my dad said again. They were trying to convince themselves, and it wasn’t helping.

I looked at the bright, white Word page in front of me. It was 10pm and I hadn’t written my report, and I didn’t see myself ever doing it with Matt on my mind. I grabbed my cell phone and opened the lid to see if I had any missed calls or any messages from Matt. Nothing.
I grunted as I massaged my eyelids.

I had to do a report on a book we read a few weeks back; since it was a dramatic love story I put on some right tunes for inspiration. As the sweet melody began I began writing.
The words of David Gray’s song went through me and it stirred ideas for the report.

“This year’s love had better last
Heaven knows it"s high time
And I"ve been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can"t go on
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain"t this life so sweet

this year’s love had better last
This year’s love had better last”

Forty five minutes later I had a three page report done. I stretched as the report printed and saw the time. 11.50pm, and still no news from Matt. I thought about calling him or texting him but maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea. All I could do was wait.

I took my printed report and saved it in a yellow folder and went to bed. I surfed through the channels until I finally left on a VH1 reality shows. I watched it without paying any attention to it, and slowly I fell asleep.

A loud thunder violently woke me up. I looked at the time, 1.30am. I turned my television off and looked out the window. The sky was dark and menacing, with sudden bursts of lighting.

I looked at my cell again and I still had nothing from Matt, and before the next loud thunder, I heard a noise downstairs. I walked slowly to the door and listened carefully for any sound. There was definitely movement coming from downstairs. I opened the door and saw the kitchen light was on, as I tiredly walked down the stairs I still couldn’t make out what my parents were saying, and then I heard a third voice.

I quickly went down the stairs and into the kitchen. Matt was sitting on of the chairs with his back to me and my parents were to his side and with their arms around him. They both turned to see me as I entered. Realizing they had turned, Matt raised his head and then turned.

My mouth dropped as I saw his blooded face. He got up and tried running to me but he was so beaten up he couldn’t even walk fast. As I hugged him he started crying like I’ve never seen him cry before.
I held him softly, trying not to hurt him as he almost buried his fingers in my back. He started crying so hard he started choking. I saw my mom shaking her head as tears dripped down her eyes. My father looked at Matt with pain as I held him; Matt’s heart ripping cries stronger than the thunder outside.

“Come on, let’s go to the hospital” my dad said as my mom gently placed her hands on Matt’s back. “Can you walk?”
Matt let go of me and nodded as he tried to stop the weeping.

The four of us left the house and went in the car. My parents rode in the front seat and Matt and me in the back. At that moment as we rushed to the hospital, I realized how lucky I was to have parents like them. I had no contact at all with other gay people so I didn’t know any experiences, but I was sure not many gay guys were as lucky as me to have supporting parents, that not only were cool with me being gay but also cool with my boyfriend and him staying at our house; they loved Matt.

I squeezed Matt’s hand as he looked silently out the window, trying to erase all the pain he was feeling. It must be horrible not only lacking the support of his parents, but a dad who can’t stand the idea to the point of horribly beating up his own son.

I squeezed his hands and gently rub it with my big finger. I noticed he was trying not to breathe so his cries wouldn’t become screams again. Looking at him I thought of how stupid and weak I was for trying to kill myself, my pain wasn’t half as bad as what Matt must be going through; and the thought made my throat tighten.

At almost 4 in the morning we got back home. Matt needed a couple of stitches on his face and he had to wear a small cast on his left wrist, other than that it was ‘just’ bruising.

My parents, Matt and I were all beat and wanted nothing else but to sleep. My mom gently kissed Matt’s forehead and his eyes became watery again. “Thank you” he whispered.

“You’re like a son to us, Matt” my dad said lovingly and Matt couldn’t keep the tears from falling. And as I helped him up the stairs to my room, I turned to them and thanked them.

In my room I helped him take his clothes off and my throat tightened again as I saw the bruises on the sides of his torso, on his back, on his leg. I couldn’t believe someone I considered a God could be in the shape he was now; so human, so vulnerable, so hurt.
I helped him under the covers and then I took my clothes off and got in with him. He moved to make himself more comfortable and cringed with pain.

“Do you want anything? I’ll get you some aspirin or a hot-“ I said as I started to get up from the bed but he took hold of my arm.

“Stay with me” his voice was breaking.

“Always” I said as I lay close to him.

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!

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