Brittle as a Bird
Chapter 16
I’m at the lake. Figures, huh? I got up early and headed out before Ticker woke up. I didn’t feel like
talking to anyone. I needed some time to be by myself and try to piece things together.
I looked in the mirror while I was getting dressed, and my eye is swollen and bruised. Fortunately, my eye
isn’t closed shut. Ticker gave me some ice when we got home and I applied it to my face for a while. It
seemed to have helped a little.
I still can’t get over what happened. In his drunken state, Gene came on to me last night. By doing so, he
outed himself to everyone at school. What is amazing is that Barry had no idea that his best friend was
gay. Why would someone like Gene have a homophobic friend? If he was trying to use him as a shield to
hide his own sexuality, then it completely backfired last night.
I should feel glad that he finally got what he deserved, but I don’t. Actually, thinking back, Gene really
never did seem to want to hassle me. Barry was always the instigator, trying to set him against me.
Perhaps, Barry did suspect Gene was gay, and that was his way to test him. Last night he discovered the
truth, and his reaction was violent.
By the look of Gene’s face last night, Barry must have pummeled him pretty badly. His face was a bloody
mess. I’m sure he was sore this morning after the effects of the alcohol wore off.
Why do I feel so sorry for him, though? Every fiber of my body says I should hate him, but I don’t. Looking
at him lying on the ground last night, completely devastated, should have brought some closure to all
the times I’ve been teased unmercifully by Gene, Barry, and all the rest. But I cried when I saw his
crumpled body.
Maybe it was the fact that he was Allen’s brother that made me sorrowful. However, I remembered how
Star said Gene had treated him the past few years. Again, could the rejection of his brother have been an
attempt to hide his own sexuality? Star did say that their father watched Gene like a hawk. Therefore, by
going along with his father’s hostility could have been a cover also.
The more I thought about it, the more sorrow I felt for Gene. He must have known when their father
kicked Allen out of the house that he was gay, or maybe suspected it. So then all these years he must
have feared that the same would happen to him if his secret was discovered. What a burden he must
have felt when his father expected him to continue the family line and perhaps give him grandchildren,
since Allen would not.
How would Allen handle the news? From some of the things he said, he hated Gene for turning away
from him. Of course Gene was a young boy when it occurred, but he was now old enough to make his
own decisions; and it was obvious he didn’t want to resume a brotherly relationship. Even Mrs. Albright
had suggested that. She had also seemed disappointed with Gene’s behavior. I wonder how she was
reacting to the revelation that her other son was also gay?
I need to see Allen, but I’m afraid to confront him. I don’t want to be the one to tell him about the events
of last night. He’d surely want to know how I got my black eye. What could I say, “Your brother kissed me
and I got my ass kicked.”
I was also faced with another dilemma that had been kicking around in the back of my mind since the
kiss. What if I liked it?
I was just beginning to consider a relationship with Allen. With all the baggage we both carried, I still felt
very strongly for him. In fact, I think I’m beginning to fall in love with him.
What if Gene really did like me? I’d admired him for years from a distance. Who wouldn’t? I just always
assumed he was straight and was therefore forbidden fruit. Now I find out he’s secretly been wanting
me- Joey Carpenter. It was every gay boy’s dream come true.
Shit, what a mess. This isn’t something that you can just toss a coin and make a decision. Hearts were at
stake, and I had to be careful to protect mine. I’d never been in love before, so I don’t have a lot of
experience in things like this.
Was what I felt for Allen strong enough to forget what had happened last night? We were still talking
about our feelings. We were beginning to define us, together. Now Gene was thrown into the equation.
Could everything fall apart now? As usual, my life continues to unravel. Why is it always one step forward
and three steps back?
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“Where have you been?” Star was screaming frantically into the phone. I’d returned to Ticker’s house
earlier, and I was now lying on the cot. Ticker hadn’t said a word to me when he handed me the phone.
“I took a walk,” I replied.
“Are you alright?” Her tone had shifted from anxiety to concern.
“Yeah,” I laughed. “Why wouldn’t I be alright?”
“Come, on,” Joey. “This isn’t funny.”
“I know,” I said. “It’s just the typical shit that happens to me.”
“I told you last night,” she insisted. “It’s not your fault.” There was a pause. I guess she was waiting for
me to say something. When I didn’t she asked, “Have you seen Gene?”
“Why would I see him?”
“He took off in his car last night and no one has seen him. Gina is frantic.”
“His father is probably happy,” I said.
“He’s in Kuwait for a month,” she informed me. “He has no idea what’s going on.”
“Does his mother?”
“I’m afraid so,” her voiced started to tremble. “Barry came home about thirty minutes after you and Ticker
left. Before we could stop him, he went over to their front door and pounded on it. He kept yelling for the
fag to come outside so he could beat the shit out of him again.”
“Damn,” I muttered.
“Gina called me later and asked me to come over and explain what was going on. I tried to lie, but she
eventually got the truth out of me.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing.” Star became emotional. “She thanked me and then went to her bedroom. I waited around for a
little while, and then I left.”
“Poor woman,” I said. I had grown very fond of Mrs. Albright. She had recently been treating me as if I
were one of her sons. I loved it when she reached out and hugged me. She also seemed to be
encouraging me to become closer to Allen. I don’t know if she wanted me to be his lover, but she did
want me to become a better friend.
“She had to deal with Allen’s problems, and now she finds out her other son is gay.”
“I still can’t believe it,” exclaimed Star. “I’ve known Gene all my life and I never suspected anything like
this.”
“Maybe he’s not gay,” I suggested. “Maybe he just got drunk and did something stupid.”
“Kissing you is not stupid,” she replied. “Taking off your clothes and running around naked is stupid.
Kissing another guy isn’t. It must have been something he’s thought about for a long time.”
“That’s what he said.” I responded. “So no one has seen him?”
“No,” she answered. “He tore off down the street and disappeared. I’ve called everyone I know and no
one has seen him. In fact, most people don’t want to see him.”
“Have you called Allen?”
“I doubt he’d go there,” she said. “Allen would be the last person he’d go to.”
“Does he know what happened?” I didn’t know how Allen would take the news. It would be bad enough
to find out his brother was gay; but then to discover he outed himself by kissing me.
“I’m going over there in a little while.” She said. “I need to make a few more calls. Do you want to go with
me?
“I don’t think so,” I laughed nervously. “I don’t want to be there when he finds out about all this. He may
never want to see me again.”
“Joey,” she shouted into the phone. “This is not your fault!”
“I know,” I sighed. “But it’s the typical shit that happens to me.”
“I’ll be sure that Allen understands you had nothing to do with this,” she replied. “Will you come by later,
after I’ve talked to him? He may want to see you.”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “To kick my ass.”
“He’s not going to kick your ass,” she insisted. “He cares too much about you.”
“He won’t after he finds out what happened.”
“Come by around seven,” she replied. “See you then.” She hung up while I sat on the side of the cot and
wondered how Allen would take the news.
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“Where were you last night?” Star was waiting for me at my locker when I arrived at school. Once again,
I seemed to be the center of attention. Students giggled and snickered when I walked down the hallway
sporting a black eye. I guess most students had spent their Sunday getting the latest school gossip.
“How did Allen take the news?” I asked. Star stood staring into my eyes.
“It was really strange,” she replied. “He didn’t say anything. It was as if he didn’t even hear me. When I
tried to get him to say something he changed the subject.”
“Is he mad at me?” I asked.
“Why would he be mad at you? You didn’t do anything.”
There was a commotion in the hall and we looked to see why everyone was so excited. Students were
parting and we saw Gene walking toward us. He was trying to ignore the comments being made to him,
but you could tell by the strained look on his face that he was deeply hurt. Just forty-eight hours earlier
he had been the most popular guy in school. Now he was the brunt of many rude and hateful comments.
I knew what he was feeling, because I had been there myself.
He looked like he was in a great deal of pain. His face still showed the beating Barry had given him. One
of his eyes was darker than mine, and the side of his face was still puffy and red.
“I’m going to cry,” said Star. “This is too sad.” He continued to walk, ignoring the comments being
directed at him. Fag, Queer, Homo. I’d heard them so many times that it would surprise me if I didn’t hear
someone say something to me. But to see someone else being the recipient of such hatred hurt me.
“See you later.” Star ran over and grabbed Gene’s arm. He flinched at first, but seemed relieved that he
was no longer alone. I felt compelled to join them, but I knew it would only make the situation worse.
The morning classes went as I expected. Students laughed and giggled when they saw my black eye. It
was usually associated with Gene’s name and a reference to our kiss. What was funny was that no one
seemed to be blaming me. Barry must have told everyone that Gene had instigated the kiss. I think they
were surprised because Gene had kissed me. They already knew I was gay, so it wouldn’t have been as
newsworthy if I had made an attempt to kiss him.
“No wonder he hardly ever dated,” said a girl in my second period class. “We should have known he was
a fag.”
“Yeah,” replied her friend. “I went out with him two years ago and tried to make out with him. He pushed
me off and said he had a bad cold and he didn’t want me to catch it. I should have figured it out then.”
Then her friend looked at me and sneered. “Can you believe he kissed HIM?” She said it as if I were a
leper. I smiled and flipped her off. Her eyes widened, and then she turned her back and continued her
conversation.
Once again students bumped and pushed into me while I walked down the hall to my classes. I spotted
Gene once and he looked pathetic. He ambled along with his head hung down, refusing to look at
anyone. As he approached, he looked up and our eyes met, but he quickly looked down as he passed.
Ticker and Star were waiting for me when I entered the cafeteria. I was going to tell them that I was going
to spend the lunch hour in the library, but Star insisted that I stay and eat with them. I reluctantly went to
cafeteria line and got my usual slice of cardboard and cold fries.
On the way back to my table, I didn’t see someone put out their foot to trip me. I fell to the ground,
dropping my food to the floor. The cafeteria erupted into laughter. Some students stood on their chairs
to witness me sprawled out on the floor.
“Fucking fag,” someone called out. I stood up and quickly left the cafeteria. I could hear Star behind me
shouting my name. I exited the building and hurried down the sidewalk toward Sullivan Lake.
I was half way there when I turned and started walking downtown. Before I realized it, I was knocking on
Allen’s door. After three knocks, he opened it and I fell into his arms.
“Hold me, please!” I cried. We stood in the doorway, weeping into each other’s shoulders for several
minutes before Allen finally pulled me inside and closed the door.
He led me over to the couch, and I placed my head in his lap, unable to stop crying. He didn’t say
anything as he gently rubbed his hand through my hair.
I sat up and looked into his face. His eyes were as wet with tears as mine. He smiled and then got up and
walked into the kitchen, returning with a roll of paper towels.
“Here,” he laughed as he handed me a towel. “Wipe the snot off your face.” I took it and blew my nose
several times. He then pulled me back into him. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed.
“Thanks,” I mumbled softly. “I’m glad you were here.” He squeezed me tighter. After several minutes I sat
up and looked at him.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
A puzzled look appeared on his face. “Why would you be sorry?”
“I don’t know,” I replied as tears started to reappear. “I feel like I’ve hurt you.”
Tears welled up in his eyes as he reached for me and held me again tightly. “You haven’t done anything,”
he whispered in my ear.
I sat up and then leaned in and kissed him. We wrapped our arms around each other as we kissed
passionately. As I closed my eyes, I envisioned Gene’s lips pressed to mine. I remembered the kiss we
had shared on the porch. When I opened my eyes, Allen was staring into mine. I pulled away and he had a
sad expression on his face.
I stood up and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him off the couch. “Make love to me.”
“Sit down, Joey.” He patted the couch. Disappointedly, I sat back down. I had intended to take him to the
bed and have sex with him. At the moment, I really felt I needed to be closer to him.
I leaned in and kissed him again. “I want you, Allen,” I whispered in his ear. I reached down and rubbed
his erection through his pants.
He took my hand and moved it away. I gave him a disappointed look. “It’s not right, Joey. This isn’t the
time.”
“Yes it is, Allen.” Once again I kissed him and rubbed his cock. “I love you. I want you to fuck me.”
He got up and looked sadly down at me. “This isn’t the time, Joey.”
“Are you mad at me for what happened?” Tears started welling up in my eyes.
“No,” he said as he sat back down and took my hand. “I’m not mad at you. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Then why won’t you make love to me,” I begged. “I want you.”
“Joey,” he almost whispered. “If we went over to the bed and had sex the rest of the afternoon, would it
really make anything better? Would it make things just go away?”
I buried my head in my hands. “I’m so confused right now.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” replied Allen. “If and when we make love, it has to be just right. But now
isn’t that time.”
I stared at him with tearful eyes. “I really do love you.”
“I know you do,” he said with a gentle kiss. “And I love you.”
I leaned back against him and buried my head in his shoulder. He threw an arm around me and held be
tightly for about ten minutes. Finally he asked, “Tell me what happened Saturday.”
I told him about the events at the party. I told him how I had wanted to leave, but Star and Ticker were
having a good time playing Monopoly. I then told him how I had walked around to the front of the
farmhouse to be alone. I told him how Gene had drunkenly approached me and kissed me. He seemed
concerned when I told him how Barry had violently attacked him, leaving him with a bruised and battered
face.
He sat silently beside me. “What are you thinking?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” he responded. “I don’t know how to feel. Gene and I were really close. For years he
followed me around like a puppy. I used to get mad at him because he always wanted to be with me. You
know,” he looked at me and smiled, “he was cramping my style.”
“He really seemed upset when you fell down the stairs,” I said. He gave me a questioning look. “I sort of
spoke to him at school.” I told Allen how Gene had found out about his injury when I spent the night at
his house.
“You slept in my bedroom!” He shouted. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We weren’t talking,” I giggled. “Remember.” Unexpectedly, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.
“That was nice,” I grinned. I leaned in and kissed him. I wiggled my eyebrows and nodded toward the
bed. “You sure? After all, I did sleep in your bed.” He sat back and laughed.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Did you see Gene at school today?”
“Yeah,” I replied sadly. I told him how other students had been treating both of us. Tears appeared in his
eyes when I told him how someone had tripped me in the cafeteria.
“Why did you come here?”
“I don’t know,” I responded, squeezing his hand. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”
“I’m glad you did,” he said. “I wonder how Gene is doing?”
“Not very well,” I said. “For years I’ve experienced their wrath. It’s going to be really hard for him since
he was so popular. No one saw this coming.”
“I should have,” said Allen. I gave him a puzzled look. “I had a feeling when he was little and I was out
running around. He kept asking me a lot of questions.”
“About what?” I asked.
“Typical sex things guys first start asking when they discover they have a dick that wants to do more
than just piss.”
“Do you think he was gay then?”
“I don’t know,” said Allen. “But a lot of his questions dealt with sex between guys. You know, things like
sucking a guy’s dick.”
Suddenly, it occurred to me that Gene and I had both probably questioned our sexuality around the same
time. Having sex with Uncle Mike made me realize that I was gay. It had to have been around that time
that Gene began to realize the same thing.
“He never said anything about being gay?” I asked. Allen sat thoughtfully for a minute. I was sure he was
trying to think back years ago to their conversations.
“Only once,” he said thoughtfully. “I’d almost forgotten. When Dad found out I was gay and he was giving
me a lot of shit, Gene said something about how he’d have to be careful. I didn’t think anything about it at
the time, but now it makes sense.”
“So he’s spent the past four or five years trying to hide the fact he’s gay?”
“It appears that way,” said Allen. “Poor guy. It must have been hell living under Dad’s roof knowing he
was gay. He saw what happened to me when Dad found out.”
“But you said he treated you like shit,” I said.
“Now I understand why,” he replied. “He had to do it. Dad didn’t give him much of a choice.”
Just then someone started knocking at the door. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized it had to
be Star stopping by after school. Allen got up and opened the door. His mother came barging in.
“Have you seen Gene?” She asked frantically. “He didn’t come home after school. I’ve called his cell
phone, but he has it turned off.”
She walked over to me and asked, “Did you see him in school? How was he?”
What could I say? I didn’t want to tell her how he’d been treated by the other students. She was already
to upset, and I didn’t want to make her worry more by telling her how cruel he’d been treated by other
students.
She stopped pacing around the room and walked over to me. She reached out and gently touched my
face. “Look at you.” She gingerly touched my black eye. “So it is true then. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Mrs. Albright.” I winced when she applied some pressure to my sore eye.
“Did Barry do this to you, too?” She had a worried look on her face. “He beat Gene pretty badly.”
“I know,” I said as I remembered him walking dejectedly down the hall earlier in the day with a battered
face.
“You don’t have any idea where he is?” Allen asked.
“Not a clue,” his mother said as she sat down beside Allen on the couch. “I’m worried sick. He was so
depressed when he left the house this morning.”
“May I borrow your phone?” Mrs. Albright handed me her cell phone. “I’ll call Star; she may know where
he is.”
“I already called her,” she stated.
Suddenly, I had an idea. I dialed Ticker’s number. “Ticker, do you have Billy Joe’s number?” I waited a
minute while he searched his phone for it. “Ok, thanks.”
I walked outside and called from the sidewalk. “Billy Joe, it’s Joey. Have you seen Gene?”
I walked back upstairs and opened the door.
“I found him.”
CHAPTER 17