The Seventh Son. (short story)

Part 12.

the flickering flames cast long shadows in the dim room and warmth spread by waves but all what Julian felt was coldness, he was lost in thoughts as he stared at the fireplace in his empty house, he was still in his suit he wore after he exited his office this morning, the smell of sweat and vomit clung to him like a second skin, and as he predicted no one tried stoping him and ask if he was okay as they all watched him sprint out of the building like a headless chicken, not his assistant and not even his girlfriend, a heart wrenching sob left his lips as tears made their way down his pale cheeks, maybe he should had killed himself when he had the chance to, it felt like he was back to his teenager days

this place and specially this room was always dull and empty as he had no one to talk to, or to relay on, he spent more than half of his life trapped inside this house, alone surrounded by heartless nannies and servants as his parents were always abroad, homeschooled and kept on leash untill he reached 18 years old, and they toss him to most prestigious university to become a buisness man, awkward and naive he was an easy target for manipulation and treachery, and that didn't go unnoticed by his father who reminds him daily that he's ashamed they have the same last name, he tried hard to make his father proud but it seems the world hate him, the last straw was his sexuality

Gay

It's not just a word, not just an adjective,  not a preference and not a sexuality, it's an identity, it's who you are, and you should be proud of who you are.

A small smile graced his trembling lips as he remembered Leone's words, his family were Christian and so religious that he was banned from any type of dating or sexual intercourse until he get married, it was odd as he was not a girl but he accepted his fate, but when he starts having feelings for the sexy italian student he knew that he was damned, his family hated the idea of him dating a woman without any marriage so what about a man? Surely they will flipp, so he avoided Leone like the plague, until he trapped him in a empty classrom after the end of lectures and uttered those words with so much pride and joy he felt for the first time, yes felt as feelings were forbidden as he was a man, and men don't feel as his father demanded, and right there they shared their first kiss

His first kiss, his first crush, first date, first boyfriend, first intimate night and first punch from his father, he was happy, finally feeling normal, dating and having a social life, even partying when his parents are out of town, but then everything crumpled in front of his eyes, he still felt the dread and fear that consumed him when rumors start spreading in the university, Leone was immune to them as he was out of the closet years ago, but Julian knew that this is the end, as they were part of a highly sophisticated school that accept just rich students from wealthy families, and he was sure that half of them has some connections and business with his father, he tried to stop seeing the handsome Italian but what they felt for each other gave him a little confidence to fight for this love, he finally felt love and there's no one who's capable of stealing this feeling away

He stepped a foot step inside his house and he was punched his little confidence popped like a balloon

He was outed

by no other than Leone's father, the drug dealer as his father kept calling him while breaking every bone in his body by a baseball bat, he outed him in front of the whole world and left him to face his father's wrath

He was so scared and hurt, spent weeks in hospital and months in Christian facilities that will help him kick the devil that live inside him and become normal again, manhandled and abused in the name of God, every second he spent in those facilities he felt an enormous amount of hate toward the world and his parents and especially toward Leone, the bastard who disappeared on him leaving him to face the world alone, he immediately started sleeping with every walking woman when he was released, debating on whether to suffocate himself to death or cut his veins until he bled dry as he was forced to endure women touches and moans, they used him and never ask why he was crying while being pleasured, he become a shell of himself and he felt suicidal and dull as he watched his parents gossip about his many girlfriends, they were happy, so happy, and why not, their only son is normal again.

-XOXO