The Noose, Chapter Two: Mum Knows Now
Thank you to all the people that have voted on the poll for the last chapter, Erik is gay, well done, I have part 2, 3 and 4 finished now and I usually complete about 1 a night, I'd love more feedback from my stories, thanks
There I was sitting in the principles office nervously sipping out of my water bottle. I could hear Sylvia, the principles secretary, talking to my mum; "yes Ms Crass, very disappointing, I know, I know. He doesn't seem that aggressive normally, okay yes, sure head over now, ill see you then."
I heard Ms Miles whispering to the secretary in a tone to low for me to understand then I heard a car pull up, a low grunt from the mechanics before the engine is switched off. Tap tap tap as mum walks towards the empty room I was sitting in. When the door opened I felt my eyes drop to the floor, my feet felt really heavy.
Pleading my case "he deserved it" the principle standing behind my disappointed mum, glaring at me with her threatening stare. Everyone sat down and I became more nervous, the clock seemed to tick so slow, so loudly in the corner. Every word that came out of their mouths became a blur, a mixture of 'horrid', 'immature', ' uncalled-for' and 'punishment'. Just after I heard the word punishment I zoned in, I thought what punishment?. I heard Ms Miles say "expulsion" and my heart dropped, that was the one word that I was dreaded, I didn't think that the punishment would go that far, at that point I was willing to do anything to avoid the look of shock I know was on my mum's face so I stated at the door, willing it to open, begging in my mind for something to save me.
Before I knew what was happening mum was pulling me out of the room by my arm, my feet dragging from my disappointment, I had just been expelled.
In the car mum didn't talk to me, she just kept giving me looks that said you know what you have done wrong nervously I cleared my throat.
"Mum I can explain, he was..." interrupting me mum shouted at me for the first time since I broke the T.V in grade two "Erik, I can't handle you any more, you have mood swings that you say don't happen, you, you, you don't ever talk to me and you haven't brought home a girl EVER, oh except Kiara, but I mean a girlfriend".
She hadn't got it yet, after 5 years of ME knowing it and being quite outward about it, I couldn't believe it, I thought that she knew.
"MUM, I'M GAY, that's why I get bullied, that's why I don't have a girlfriend".
Silence, for the trip, when we got home mum muttered something to herself under her breath and got out of the car. She wasn't happy with what I had told her.
There I was, expelled from school, my mum was disgusted by me for numerous reasons and I was alone. Then I remembered Kiara, my amazing best friend so I ran inside, tears streaming down my face, I ran to my room and jumped onto my bed grabbing my teddy bear that my dad had given me for my 3rd birthday and burying my face deep in its soft white fur.
3.00pm came around and my watch beeped, I thought to myself five minutes till she will be home then I can call her and ask. After what seemed more like 5 minutes my watch clicked over to 3.05pm, I rushed over to the other side of my room and picked up the phone and dialed Kiara's home number.
Ring, ring, ring
I heard her soft voice answer, "hello"
"Hey, Kiara, its Erik, I need to ask you a favor"
She sounded shocked.
"Erik, did you get expelled, what's happening, are you in trouble? What's up?"
I heard mum coming up the stairs, so I spoke quickly into the phone.
"Kiara, I need to stay there for a while, I told mum that I'm gay and she hates me, ill be there in about an hour"
Then I hung up just in time as mum walked into my room, tears streaming down her cheeks, she sat on my bed and then looked into my eyes, it was as if I could see what she was thinking, it can't be, this can't be my son, my son can't be GAY.
That's as far as I let I go, I wasn't gonna let her upset me any more, I swallowed back my tears and spoke in a loud clear tone, "mum, I'm staying with Kiara for a while, I'm quite obviously not welcome here" and she walked out of my room as if nothing had happened.
Packing by bags has never been so easy, mum threw all the suitcases at my door and so I used them and packed all the clothes and stuff I would be needing for about 2 weeks since I could wash my clothes, I packed my prized possessions and grabbed my bear off my bed before starting of down the stairs carrying my "minimized" luggage of a large suitcase and a backpack, bear in hand I walked out the front and then the tears started. I cried for my mum, my dad, school, life, I never felt so sad, if there was any time that I would end my life it would have been then, but no, instead I was walking to the house of the only person who cared about me. Each step was slow because of all the weight I was carrying, I felt as though this was the lowest saddest possible situation that I had ever come across and then it happened.
Just like it does when they say in movies "at least it can't get any worse", it rained, it poured and it had to choose now to happen.
Getting to Kiara's house took a lot longer than the hour I had predicted earlier, the rain didn't stop till I was at the end of the street, at which point I thought yeah, thank god, I can tell you feel for me.
I tapped softly on the front door with my sodden wet glove, this I thought would be a great new start.
I heard heavy footsteps, male footsteps and I thought to myself Kiara doesn't live with her dad and she doesn't have a boyfriend.
I heard Ms Miles whispering to the secretary in a tone to low for me to understand then I heard a car pull up, a low grunt from the mechanics before the engine is switched off. Tap tap tap as mum walks towards the empty room I was sitting in. When the door opened I felt my eyes drop to the floor, my feet felt really heavy.
Pleading my case "he deserved it" the principle standing behind my disappointed mum, glaring at me with her threatening stare. Everyone sat down and I became more nervous, the clock seemed to tick so slow, so loudly in the corner. Every word that came out of their mouths became a blur, a mixture of 'horrid', 'immature', ' uncalled-for' and 'punishment'. Just after I heard the word punishment I zoned in, I thought what punishment?. I heard Ms Miles say "expulsion" and my heart dropped, that was the one word that I was dreaded, I didn't think that the punishment would go that far, at that point I was willing to do anything to avoid the look of shock I know was on my mum's face so I stated at the door, willing it to open, begging in my mind for something to save me.
Before I knew what was happening mum was pulling me out of the room by my arm, my feet dragging from my disappointment, I had just been expelled.
In the car mum didn't talk to me, she just kept giving me looks that said you know what you have done wrong nervously I cleared my throat.
"Mum I can explain, he was..." interrupting me mum shouted at me for the first time since I broke the T.V in grade two "Erik, I can't handle you any more, you have mood swings that you say don't happen, you, you, you don't ever talk to me and you haven't brought home a girl EVER, oh except Kiara, but I mean a girlfriend".
She hadn't got it yet, after 5 years of ME knowing it and being quite outward about it, I couldn't believe it, I thought that she knew.
"MUM, I'M GAY, that's why I get bullied, that's why I don't have a girlfriend".
Silence, for the trip, when we got home mum muttered something to herself under her breath and got out of the car. She wasn't happy with what I had told her.
There I was, expelled from school, my mum was disgusted by me for numerous reasons and I was alone. Then I remembered Kiara, my amazing best friend so I ran inside, tears streaming down my face, I ran to my room and jumped onto my bed grabbing my teddy bear that my dad had given me for my 3rd birthday and burying my face deep in its soft white fur.
3.00pm came around and my watch beeped, I thought to myself five minutes till she will be home then I can call her and ask. After what seemed more like 5 minutes my watch clicked over to 3.05pm, I rushed over to the other side of my room and picked up the phone and dialed Kiara's home number.
Ring, ring, ring
I heard her soft voice answer, "hello"
"Hey, Kiara, its Erik, I need to ask you a favor"
She sounded shocked.
"Erik, did you get expelled, what's happening, are you in trouble? What's up?"
I heard mum coming up the stairs, so I spoke quickly into the phone.
"Kiara, I need to stay there for a while, I told mum that I'm gay and she hates me, ill be there in about an hour"
Then I hung up just in time as mum walked into my room, tears streaming down her cheeks, she sat on my bed and then looked into my eyes, it was as if I could see what she was thinking, it can't be, this can't be my son, my son can't be GAY.
That's as far as I let I go, I wasn't gonna let her upset me any more, I swallowed back my tears and spoke in a loud clear tone, "mum, I'm staying with Kiara for a while, I'm quite obviously not welcome here" and she walked out of my room as if nothing had happened.
Packing by bags has never been so easy, mum threw all the suitcases at my door and so I used them and packed all the clothes and stuff I would be needing for about 2 weeks since I could wash my clothes, I packed my prized possessions and grabbed my bear off my bed before starting of down the stairs carrying my "minimized" luggage of a large suitcase and a backpack, bear in hand I walked out the front and then the tears started. I cried for my mum, my dad, school, life, I never felt so sad, if there was any time that I would end my life it would have been then, but no, instead I was walking to the house of the only person who cared about me. Each step was slow because of all the weight I was carrying, I felt as though this was the lowest saddest possible situation that I had ever come across and then it happened.
Just like it does when they say in movies "at least it can't get any worse", it rained, it poured and it had to choose now to happen.
Getting to Kiara's house took a lot longer than the hour I had predicted earlier, the rain didn't stop till I was at the end of the street, at which point I thought yeah, thank god, I can tell you feel for me.
I tapped softly on the front door with my sodden wet glove, this I thought would be a great new start.
I heard heavy footsteps, male footsteps and I thought to myself Kiara doesn't live with her dad and she doesn't have a boyfriend.
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