Chapter 2: Music is my life, deal with it
"Mother, Father, can I speak to you for a minute? It's about the orchestra at school" Adam yelled as he arrived home from school. "Yeah whatever, what about the stupid orchestra?" his father yelled back. Adam decided, wisely so, that it would probably be better for his voice if he were to talk at a little closer distance to his parents. "Well, I auditioned today and I am from now on going to be the official flute player" the gingerhaired young boy smiled proudly and his beautiful sky blue eyes lit up. "You did what!" his mother's tiny voice squeaked and his father's voice boomed together. "No fucking child of mine's gonna be part of that gang of freaks, you will absolutely never be part of that mess, you hear me boy!" he yelled, but Adam, having the heart and courage of a lion, bravely faced the man he was forced to call father and challenged him to a word fight that almost cost him his young life.
Adam bravely uttered the words "But you're not my real father, you can't force me what to do" and got slapped hard across his delicate right cheek for his cheekines to dare challenge his father. "How dare you say that, you ungrateful piece of shit! Who took you in, after everything we've done for you, who the fuck do you think pays for your school fees, the doctors, all those fuckers and this is the thanks I get? You should be fucking grateful that I took your f*gotty (A/N: I hate the f-word but you have to remember this family is conservative and very much homophobic) ass in, if I didn't you would be living out on the streets with all that hobos and other worthless fuckers." Tears were beginning to stream down Adam's face by now, running slowly over the angry red mark on his cheek, but still the determination was strong in his eyes. He slowly stood up and again faced his still seething father. "What you crying now boy? You turning into a little pussy? " his father rained all sorts of crude things to poor Adam. "No but I'd rather be a pussy than a drunken, cruel sonofabitch who dares call him my father. You're nothing like my father, nor will you ever be!" Adam's voice raised and nobody in that household could deny that Adam has indeed a strong tenor voice deep within his little body. For the first time in his life his "father" was dethroned by a small boy and he couldn't speak for another minute. "Go to your room, you bastard child, before I kill you with my bare hands!" he yelled, and this time Adam obeyed, running like the wind and almost tripping in his haste to get away.
The following week Adam was locked in his room and barely kept alive by rations from the dinner table. His father came every night and gave him beatings that would make even the hardest of criminals be reduced to tears. Through all the torture poor Adam was subjected to, his heart remained strong and he never gave up even if it cost him his life. He didn't want to betray his biological parents's memory and their shared dream. No, he wasn't a pussy and he sure as hell wasn't going to let a sad, drunk of a man take his right to live his life from him, not without a fight. The Monday morning he was finally allowed to leave his room. His 'mother', what a sorry excuse for a woman she was to allow that drunk of a husband to savagely beat a little boy close to the point of death, she put make-up on his bruises to cover them up and told him that if anyone should ask what happened to him, he must lie. Adam didn't buy that one however and said loud and proud that he'll only lie if they were to let him be a part of the orchestra as a flute player. The parents were cornered real good and they knew it, and had no choice but to give in to Adam's request. Adam stated the following sentences that will stay with them for many years to come: "Music is my life, deal with it. I'm not your child and I will never be that. Don't try to change me, for you won't be able to. You might try to beat the music out of me, but even if you kill me you'll never get it out of me. It's in my blood for many generations and my own children will be the same, so there." After Adam's blown off some steam, his eyes shone so bright and his ginger hair was so fiery that for a moment his parents were frightened of him. "Fine, have your way. Join those f*ggots, but don't ever mention what happened to anyone at school, the police or anyone, you hear me?" his father said, with a trace of fear in him. "Yes, I hear you loud and clear you son of a bitch."
Next chapter: Life as a geek
Adam is officially part of the orchestra and he also joins the other sc-fi kids in the Astro Club since he was always interested in UFO's and faraway galaxies. His parents finally realize they won't be able to change him, but that still don't stop his father from leaving him alone, instead it seems to get even worse for poor Adam…