Almost twenty years ago.
Curls.
What the hell am I doing? I already told him that last time was the last time... Then why is this douche in my bed again? I keep hinting that he should leave and now he is taking his clothes off? Heck no! "Wait! Quen, I told you last time dude, we're done doing this"
He is smirking, the jerk?! "You always say the same, Curly" I hate that they call me that, and he knows it, besides my hair it's not curly, it's wavey, doesn't matter. But it's like they're insulting me in every greeting, in every freaking conversation calling me a stooge, a clawn, if it weren't for Jay, I would have sent them packing a long time a go. He is the only one who doesn't call me Curly, the second he realized that I hate that nickname he started calling me Curls, and I melt a little every time he calls me that. So, why am I with this jerk instead of Jay?
"I mean it, you need to go"
"Fine, whatever, not like you're the only ass around" and he is getting dressed, finally!! "Just don't come crying dick to me again"
Sure, like I would go after that pencil dick. Ugh that's mean to pencil dicked people, it's the jerk behind the pencil dick that it's the problem.
What am I doing?! I could be with the sweetest nicest guy ever, I've seen the way he checks out my ass, constantly. He must feel the same, right? Right??
I should grow a pair, I should just tell him that I'm madly and hopelessly in love with him.
I will do that.
I will... Write him a letter, that should be easier, right?
I've spent only a few hours writing and re writing that same letter over and over, and now I'm getting close to his house, and someone is running out of the door.
Freaking Quentin.
He runs out the other way, I think he didn't saw me. I am closer now and I can hear the screaming. Fucking Quentin. He always ruins everything.
And the things she's screaming. Gosh! Jay always said how this sweet old lady was a nasty piece of work, although he said it in a much much colorful way, I thought he was exaggerating, but damn, she is hateful.
I shouldn't be listening to this, tomorrow we'll talk.
I take a walk by the river. I need to breath. I don't know what to do. I should have confess a while a go. This wouldn't be happening. If I feel like this... damn he must be feeling like crap. Maybe I should just go and check on him, but my dad is calling on my phone. He wants me home immediately. What now?
I get home and my parents are sitting there waiting "who died?!"
"Don't worry sweety, everything is fine" mom comes and gives me a hug.
"You're not in trouble kid, I just need to check your phone" my dad extends his hand.
"What? Why?"
"Just give him the phone dear"
It's not like I have anything that they shouldn't see, but I'm fuming while handing it out. Dad immediately starts checking my texts "why the violation of my privacy?"
He just ignores me, and after a while he tells mom that there's nothing in there, turns it off and pockets it away. What?
"Look, kid, your mom and I need to talk, why don't you go to your room, and we'll talk tomorrow ok?"
Mom gives me a hug, "go to sleep sweety, it's nothing for you to worry about, just some grown-up stuff going on"
I'm already eighteen, I'm a freaking adult already! But I don't say anything, I go to bed like a good little boy. I hate myself sometimes. Jay wouldn't act like this, he does have a pair.
I wake up when someone enters my room. Ughhh it's morning already, and what the hecks is Quentin doing here. "Hey, your dad wants you to come down"
"What? Why? What the hell is going on?"
He is squirming, this little jerk did something, I'm sure of it. He always ruins everything. "What did you do?"
"What? Nothing! It has nothing to do with me" I stop getting dress and stare at him "it's... A.. they're... They're saying Jay is a rapist, his mom caught him rapping someone and" I punch him in his stupid gut.
"And you just let them say that?" And now I kick him in the balls "I saw you there, I now what happened"
He is squirming in the floor and I am horrified, what did I do? I'm not violent, Jay would be so disappointed. "Will you tell them the truth or will I?"
His entire face is distorted full of hate, I don't recognize him anymore "you do that and I'll just say he really did raped me, he'll be going to jail thanks to you" and he is laughing.
I kick him in the balls again, I don't feel guilty this time, and I go downstairs.
Paul, Danny, Carl and Wally are just sitting there, saying nothing, cowards, while all the parents are going crazy about what to do about James. They're one step away from pitchforks and torches. They can't be serious. This bullsh... I take a deep breath. I don't know what to do.
"This is bullshit!" I scream and everything goes quiet "you can't actually believe Jay would do something like this?"
My dad sighs "I'm sorry kid, but his mom caught him, she wouldn't lie about something like this"
"Of course she would, that bitch is crazy"
And he slaps me in my face, hard "I did not raise you to talk about your elders like that" he takes a step back "and you'll not go anywhere near that sick pervert ever again, you hear me"
No. Nononono.
it's the first time I hate my dad, and my face must show because he takes another step back.
"He didn't forced me" ok, I can do this "I wanted him to..." And now everything is going blurry "we both wanted it" and I'm crying like a little boy "he didn't rape me, he's my boyfriend!" Am I screaming?
I need to get out of here, I need to go find Jay, he must be going through hell right now, but my dad is hugging me and saying he is sorry, and everyone is leaving. And hell. What did I just do?
We are alone in the living room now, I'm explaining how his mom caught us and started screaming all kinds of nasty stuff, because what's one more lie in my lie sandwich at this point? Right?
Dad gives me my phone back, there are three missed calls from Jay. I call him back, straight to voicemail. So I called again and this time it says that the call cannot be completed. "He blocked me" I borrow dad's phone and the same thing happens again. Same with mom's.
I run out of the house, I keep running to his house. I am banging on his door, I can't recognize myself, and neither can my dad, that somehow is standing by my side.
"What?" The Wich barks "oh Peter! It so nice of you to come check on me on this hard times" she starts lowering her cleavage, the crazy bitch is flirting with my dad, like what the hell!!
"Where's Jay?" I jump in, I'm furious "where's my boyfriend?" I push her away and go into the house while my dad starts yelling at the evil witch.
His bedroom it's empty. The bed has no sheets, his closet is empty, his dresser is open, drawers empty. There are a few boxes full of clothes.
No. No. This isn't happening.
I go out side, where they keep arguing. She looks at me disgusted "we should throw all this perverts out of town, they're infecting our community" and she slams the door in our faces.
No. No. No.
"Jay is gone"