The Bartender

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Chapter Ten

Since Brian was staying out that night, I wanted to sleep over. However, with the way Kyle was acting, I began to think that he didn’t want me here. I mean, who would want a homophobic son of a bitch in their house right?

You know, I really thought that my best friend will back me up on this but I don’t know... It was starting to get to me. What if I was wrong here?

No, really. I hadn’t exactly had an encounter with many homosexuals and as such, I probably didn’t know what I was talking about. Damn, I really needed to talk to someone about it. I mean, who knew, that me, of all people, would be wrong about this issue. Niall would have a field day.

Which reminded me. Now that that I thought about it, how even did Niall and Kyle become friends, how did they meet? I wanted to know so much and I knew Kyle was keeping so many things from me. It hurt, I was supposed to be his best friend right? Maybe he didn’t like me as much as I thought. Ugh! What was wrong with me.

It probably has a lot to do with your attitude.

Curses to my conscience for being right. Kyle didn’t like it when I called people fags or even when I bullied people at all. I understood, because he was there and saw me get bullied. He probably didn’t understand why I did it. Hell, I didn’t even understand it either.

I sighed and packed my books. Although Kyle had been angry with me, he really helped me a lot with biology and maths and I knew that after a few more sessions, I’d become an A student. I chuckled to myself. Me, an A student. I loved making jokes.

But really, Kyle was good like that.

“Okay then” I started saying but I don’t even get the chance to finish as Kyle interrupted me.

“See you tomorrow” he said before getting up as well.

I thought he was going to see me off, but disappointment hung over my head like a damn cloud. Kyle just went to his bathroom and I showed myself out. All the way home, I kept pondering over what Kyle said. I mean, when you thought about it the other way, it made sense too. They were just like the rest of us, the only other exception was they preferred the same sex.

I sighed. I really wanted to try to like them. I’d do anything for Kyle, but I just couldn’t find it in myself to do so. Not after what happened. No.

As soon as I got home, I parked the car in the garage and took the kitchen entrance. I was hungry, even after all the snacks I ate at Kyle’s place. I didn’t want to bother the maids and I was so tired to wait for a meal to be prepared so I just walked to the fridge to pick anything out. But before I even got to the fridge, I saw the worst image any child could ever see of their mother.

“Mom!” I screamed. “And on the kitchen counter? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I shouted before running off to my bedroom.

Oh God! How was I going to get rid of this image in my mind? Ew.

There was my mother, lying on the kitchen counter, naked with some other naked woman doing things to her... Ew. My mother!

Oh my God. Oh my God. “OH MY GOD!!!!”

My mother! I couldn’t believe it. As much as I tried, the images of her with that other lady would not stop playing in my head. It was like I had accidentally stumbled upon a very nasty lesbian porn playlist. Oh my God.

My heart kept hammering in my chest as I sat on the floor by bed, resting my back on the wall.

My mom was a lesbian.

My mother was a lesbian.

My mother was a fucking lesbian!

Oh my God.

My mother was cheating on dad.

The only thought in my head as I came to that conclusion was, Fuck!

What was I going to do? It was no surprise how much I hated homosexuals. I mean, after what one of them did to me, I mean, who wouldn’t hate them? And to think my mother was one of them? The woman who gave birth to me. The woman who took care of since I was a baby. The woman I loved with all my heart, was a lesbian. She was fucking a woman. She was cheating on my father!

What was I going to do? I asked myself. The answer was obvious. There was nothing I could do, well, except to call my father and tell him straight away. I needed to share this with someone. I couldn’t bear it all alone. I mean, this was too much to handle, for goodness sake.

First, I meet this guy who makes me rethink my whole life’s choices, Kyle gets angry at me for no reason, and I come home to find that my mother is cheating on my dad, with a woman nonetheless.

What in God’s name was going on with me?

I picked up my phone hurriedly with shaky hands. It was even a surprise to me that I managed to get hold of it. I pushed my bag aside and dialled the number quickly. I had to tell dad about this.

He didn’t pick up on the first ring. It was typical of my father to do that as he was a busy man but I couldn’t help but get frustrated. I needed to get this off my chest so I tried calling again. I sighed when he finally picked up.

“Aiden, how are you?” he asked.

“I’m... I uh.. I need to tell you something” I rushed. At this moment, I was struggling to breathing.

“What’s going on?” he questioned.

I was panting. How was I going to do this. How do I tell my dad that the woman he’d been married to for twenty years was cheating on him.

I opened my mouth to recount everything but I couldn’t because my mother barged into the room wearing a bathrobe and held her hand over my mouth.

“Don’t you dare!” she told me sternly as she she took the phone from my hands. She was touching me. Why was she touching me?

“Mom what are you doing?” I screamed at her when she finally let go of me. She narrowed her eyes at me and brought her finger to her lips, shaking her head as if to tell me to stop talking.

“Hello darling” her sinister voice greeted my father.

At that moment, I hated her with every fiber of my being.

I was left standing in my room, dumbfounded at the thought of my mother being that kind of person. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised at her being a very villainous person. I was a bully after all, wasn’t I?

When she was done lying to my father that everything was fine at home, and that I had only called because I needed money, she handed me my phone.

“Don’t let a word of this, get out of this house!” she said. “Do you hear me?”

I nodded. With that, she left my room and banged the door.

My mind was blank. I couldn’t grasp a gist of what was going on. She felt no remorse after what she had done. She was simply a very evil person. I couldn’t believe this. How could she do this to me? I rushed to my closet. Throwing the door open, I got on my knees and searched frantically for the box. Where was it, I wondered.

My hand went to the back of the closet and soon, I found it. I opened it quickly and took it out. I then rushed to my bathroom, sat on the toilet seat and rolled the sleeves of my jacket up. As the tears began to fall, the slashes on my arms began to draw.

It was a few hours later, probably eleven in the evening. I was still in my bathroom, sitting the tub, crying my eyes out and bleeding my arms out. I was sad, extremely sad and totally confused. How did my life come to shit in such a short amount of time? Was this some weird karma or some shit like that?

I sighed.

I really needed to talk to someone and the only person I could think of was Kyle. He was my best friend. He had been with me through all my ups and downs. He was the only one who could help me. I mean, he was the only one who would even listen to me. But now, I wasn’t so sure.

Although he was probably still angry at me, I got up from the tub after getting the bleeding to stop and went to my room. Without changing my clothes, I picked up my phone and dialled Kyle’s number.

It went straight to voicemail but at this moment, I didn’t even mind. I took my car keys and ran out of the house. I wasn’t even surprised that my mother was nowhere to be found.

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